Jul 2015
and this is part 3;
So I just quickly replied with a ******* "it's nothing I'll be alright" but he always knew something was wrong. Kyle's solution to all of 'our' problems was ***. Rough, nasty, sweaty ***. It would go on for 3 maybe 5 hours. Kyle really knew how to turn me on. I'm not so sure what Kyle considered our ***, I considered it making love. But oh boy was it magic! I still remember the excitement I felt the first time he put it in me, I was as wet as a puddle and his **** just fit like a glove. He placed me in a series of positions but his personal favorites were ******* and missionary. My favorite was cowgirl, I loved being on top of him and looking into those eyes. It wasn't just any look though, I always Kyle the "I love you so ******* much" eyes and then they would just roll to the back of my head and my mouth would open wide and I'd let out a very high pitched moan. Kyle absolutely loved to hit it from the back, something about seeing me on all fours really turned him on. It was like he was in control of me, I loved every second of it. But what I loved most about having *** with Kyle was how when I kissed his neck and behind his ears his breathing would slow down and he's close his eyes tight and his whole body would tense up, that's how I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I also loved the fact that he would swear so much and when I was in cowgirl position is slow down a bit to wipe the sweat off of his face. I loved having *** with him because it made me feel important like I had won a prize at the fair. He made me so happy. But when it was all over he'd act like I was just some ******* and would take the ****** off so fast and just hop in the shower as if what we had done was a sin. I felt awful about myself right after and would go *** then lay down in his bed almost in tears. I wondered if he didn't like the ***, he would always say it was great but that wasn't convincing enough. As we later lied down to watch tv for a little before I went home, I would look up at him and just stare for minutes at a time. Everything felt so fake I had to rub my eyes just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I cherished those moments we would lie down together because I got to admire all of his features, I would get to hear his heartbeat and I would just fight my tears. The moment would always be so perfect to me. I only ever caught Kyle look at me once while I was looking away, but never the way I gazed at him. Never with the same amount of passion I had when I glanced at him.
So I just quickly replied with a ******* "it's nothing I'll be alright" but he always knew something was wrong. Kyle's solution to all of 'our' problems was ***. Rough, nasty, sweaty ***. It would go on for 3 maybe 5 hours. Kyle really knew how to turn me on. I'm not so sure what Kyle considered our ***, I considered it making love. But oh boy was it magic! I still remember the excitement I felt the first time he put it in me, I was as wet as a puddle and his **** just fit like a glove. He placed me in a series of positions but his personal favorites were ******* and missionary. My favorite was cowgirl, I loved being on top of him and looking into those eyes. It wasn't just any look though, I always Kyle the "I love you so ******* much" eyes and then they would just roll to the back of my head and my mouth would open wide and I'd let out a very high pitched moan. Kyle absolutely loved to hit it from the back, something about seeing me on all fours really turned him on. It was like he was in control of me, I loved every second of it. But what I loved most about having *** with Kyle was how when I kissed his neck and behind his ears his breathing would slow down and he's close his eyes tight and his whole body would tense up, that's how I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I also loved the fact that he would swear so much and when I was in cowgirl position is slow down a bit to wipe the sweat off of his face. I loved having *** with him because it made me feel important like I had won a prize at the fair. He made me so happy. But when it was all over he'd act like I was just some ******* and would take the ****** off so fast and just hop in the shower as if what we had done was a sin. I felt awful about myself right after and would go *** then lay down in his bed almost in tears. I wondered if he didn't like the ***, he would always say it was great but that wasn't convincing enough. As we later lied down to watch tv for a little before I went home, I would look up at him and just stare for minutes at a time. Everything felt so fake I had to rub my eyes just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I cherished those moments we would lie down together because I got to admire all of his features, I would get to hear his heartbeat and I would just fight my tears. The moment would always be so perfect to me. I only ever caught Kyle look at me once while I was looking away, but never the way I gazed at him. Never with the same amount of passion I had when I glanced at him.
