Part 2

The first night we hooked up started a three year chain of secret rendezvous so we could fuck. He was a drug to me. He still is. We had spent the day together, like many of our other “non dates” while she was working or busy, and were slightly drunk in my apartment. I had a dress with a halter neck tie on it and he got playful untying it, fondling me, and trying to get me to kiss him.

Notice I didn’t say “kiss me”. He DIDN’T kiss me. He teased me, until I kissed him. Something he still does. Something that is so hot I get wet just thinking about it. Every moment he is with me, he is actively trying to make me want him, crave him, do anything for him. It’s a feeling of desire I get with no one else. And it works. He is very good at it.

I finally gave in to making out when he stood me up and started backing me out of the living room towards the kitchen, I assumed onward to my bedroom. I tried fighting a little. I said a pathetic “we shouldn’t” here or there... but he kept pushing until he had me up against my kitchen counter. So hot thinking of this.