I can’t stop thinking about Monday night
He was so good the first night and I was already craving him since
But Monday night hasn’t passed my mind all day.
An hour and half of explosion
The way he ****** me
The way his breath sounds
in such relieving ecstasy
The way he wasn’t afraid to speak and express what he was feeling as he kept going deeper inside me
So deep at times I couldn’t breath
I didn’t know my body could bend in such ways in such positions
And as if knowing every inch and thickness of him was too much for me
But feeling so painfully good I wanted more
He would say “good girl
Good girl”.
Knowing it was too but the pleasure in his ecstasy wouldn’t want him to stop
Slow to hard
Hands to my throat
Thrusting
his arms around my body
I could see every muscles on him
So controlled and lost at the same time
I kept silent as not to disturb the household
in my mind and spirit was moaning uncontrollably or maybe I actually was
Tears running down from such denial my body has been in and never knowing this side of 50 shades of gray.
I sit in my bedroom
The next day
Reading  his text from a few nights ago saying “you can have all of it”
I don’t think I can sleep  
I want more mister grey