Don’t make me ask. Don’t make me beg. Don’t make me plead. It’s not going to happen. There’s been enough of that. I want it now. The need is here and it’s burning. It has to be satisfied. I won’t put it off and I won’t try to subdue it. The urge will be taken care of. One way or another. Not later. Not when the time is right. Not when this, that or the other has been taken care of first. Right now!

I consider myself a nice guy. I’d like to think that I’m considerate and I most certainly put other people’s needs before mine most of the time. I’m not asking nicely this time. I’m not giving options. I’m not backing off if the answer I get is not what I want to hear. There is only one way this is going to play out. I’d like say that I hope you come along willingly. But then again, even if you don’t, I will still take what I consider to be mine. So it doesn’t really matter, does it?

My glass will be empty soon. I will give you until then to either pull down your panties or start looking for a place to hide. Either way, I will be coming for you. It won’t be naughty and it won’t be nice. It will be dirty and it will be messy. It will be rough and it will take a while. It will be just how I like it and how I want it. That will do. I’ve said enough. I don’t want to talk any more. It’s time for some action. Are you ready? My glass is empty…

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I demand you think of me. The next time you are alone and there are no distractions. When all the work has been done. When all the errands have been run. When the world can stop spinning for a few minutes. That will be the time when you can’t hold back any longer and your hand looks for that warm and moist place of comfort. I want to be there with you. I demand that you think of me then.

Picture my face when you close your eyes and your fingers slowly slide over your smooth folds. See me taking off my clothes in your mind when your fingertips find their way between your lips. Imagine me naked when you find your wetness and push inside yourself. Remember the last time you saw me hard and oozing for you when you feel yourself getting stretched by your fingers. Hear my voice whisper your name in the darkness when you taste yourself. 

I want to be all over your thoughts. I want to be the reason why you are turned on. For your dripping. For your moaning. For all the parts of your body that become hard. And for those that become so deliciously wet. I want you to believe that I’m there with you when you get close. I want to be the reason when you yell out and gush. And when you do, when you finally cum, all over yourself and those clean, fresh sheets, I want the only thing coming out of your mouth to be my name. Moan it. Scream it. Curse it. I want to be the reason for your ecstasy. I demand it!

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He let himself drop onto the bed. Like dead weight his body hit the mattress. He was exhausted. Weeks like this made him wonder why he didn’t become a goat farmer somewhere in the mountains, wearing a straw hat, eating cheese and not giving a shit about anything in the world. He slowly loosened his tie and dropped it to the floor with a deep sigh. How would he take his shirt and pants off? he wondered. He didn’t have an ounce of energy left. All he could muster was to close his eyes.

She watched him from the dark bathroom. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she saw him fall onto the bed. He looked worn out and was barely moving. Her mind was racing. I can’t let him go to sleep yet, she thought. She had been waiting for him all day. It was a particular time of the month when she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking about sex for even a minute. All she had flying around her head was that she couldn’t wait another day. I have to do it now, she thought.

He was just about to drift off to sleep when he felt her hands tearing at his shirt. Did someone just rip a button off? He opened his sleepy eyes to make sure he wasn’t already dreaming only to find her standing next to him tugging at his shirt.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he asked in a sleepy voice. All he received in reply was her hand across his mouth.
“Don’t talk.” Her hand stayed pressed on his face while she started to fumble with the zipper on his pants.

Pulling. Yanking. Cursing. The damn thing just wouldn’t open. Having finally had enough of the time wasting she grabbed his pants at his thighs with both hands and dragged them over his hips in one hard pull, just far enough for his cock to be exposed. Being restrained by his own pants he couldn’t move his legs much. She wasn’t too concerned with that as she climbed over his body and squatted over him. He was still in a state of surprise and shock as he looked up at her. His cock was in the same condition. That needed to change.

She was breathing heavily. Her face was flushed. Her nipples hard. She could feel her juices dripping off her swollen lips down onto his still soft cock. I need it inside me now, she thought to herself. Her mind was a mix of desperation and need, lust and single mindedness. Staying in the same position she reached down between her legs and shoved two fingers into her oozing pussy, letting out a deep moan in the process. Never taking her eyes off his, she took his balls into her other hand. Starting to squeeze them slowly she pulled her soaked fingers out again and pushed them into his open mouth.

“Make. It. Hard. Now!” she demanded, swirling her fingers around his mouth.

It worked. Within seconds he was rock hard, pulsing off his stomach toward her waiting pussy. She could feel the head touching her open lips every time it bounced up, leaving trails of her juices all over it. He started to raise his hips, wanting to push inside her. It seemed like he wasn’t tired any longer all of a sudden. She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and gave him a firm slap on the cheek while taking his hard cock into her other hand.

“That’s a good boy,” she moaned as she lowered herself down onto him, “but you better stay hard if you know what’s good for you.”

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She didn’t know how to love him. Not the way he needed her to. That was the only conclusion she could come up with. She had tried. She had expanded her mind to new possibilities. She had opened up her heart to him, giving herself in a way she had never done before. She had bared her body and soul without asking for anything in return but one simple thing. For him to be hers. For him to surrender himself to her the way she did to him.

He didn’t. He held back. There was always something missing. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She looked for reasons of why he couldn’t fully let go. Was it physical or emotional? Was it a question of different values and beliefs? What was it? The more she probed and pushed the more he pulled away. Maybe he realized himself that there was an invisible distance between them that could never be conquered.

Ultimately, maybe she wasn’t good enough for him. Maybe she was the right woman at the wrong time. Or the wrong woman at the right time. It didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that she just wasn’t the one. She would have to pick up the pieces and start again. Somewhere, with someone else. She knew that she would. Eventually. But she also knew that he would forever remain in her thoughts making her wonder. Oh, what could have been…

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He would surprise her. Out of nowhere he would demand she meet him at a certain place and a certain time. To only wear what he ordered. To not object once they met. To do as he pleased. And she did. She would follow every instruction. Everything he asked for she would do. Without questions or objections. Without hesitation or fear. She did so because he wanted it.

But it wasn’t always him who held the reins. She would take over control when the time was right. She would tell him if he had to stay clothed or get undressed. She would decide how many times he had to pleasure her. She would determine if and when he was allowed to orgasm. And he would obey. He wouldn’t fight it or complain. He wouldn’t demand otherwise or assume control. He would do as she asked because she wanted it.

Their relationship was based on the pure need to achieve complete satisfaction. There were no restrictions or boundaries to what they were prepared to do to and for each other. If the possibility existed that they could reach a new form of ecstasy then they were prepared to try it. No limits and no hang ups. That was their unwritten agreement. It had never been broken because their minds and their bodies were created by the same desires.

In the end, was that enough? Was is only the hunger of the flesh that kept them coming back to each other? Was there more and could there be more? What if they tried to find out only to lose what they already had because there was nothing else? Should they take that ultimate risk? The longer it went on the more these questions burned over them. What would they do?

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He watched her from the corner of his eye. A game was on TV but he had trouble keeping his mind on it. Every so often he would take a glance in her direction while trying to follow the action on the screen. She was sitting at her computer going over some work for the following day. He could tell she was focused as she didn’t even react whenever he yelled at the TV. Her mind was clearly not on the game. Neither was his…

She only wore a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit pants. Her hair was up, held in place with a pencil. Her eyes moved between the computer screen and various documents in front of her. Every time she leaned over the desk to look at one of the papers he admired the curve of her round behind. Instinctively his hand moved into his pants looking for his still dormant friend. She stretched, her arms going high in the air and her full breasts pressing against the t-shirt to what seemed to him like bursting point.

He was hard now, slowly moving his hand inside his pants. He didn’t want to distract or interrupt her so he made sure she didn’t notice what he was doing. She snacked on some chocolate and every time she put a piece into her mouth and licked her finger after he picked up speed with his hand. How he loved watching her put things into her mouth. She wasn’t doing anything particularly sexy but he was beyond turned on at this stage simply from watching her. She put the last piece of chocolate into her mouth and let out a satisfied moan. That did it.

He lifted his leg making sure she couldn’t see what was happening on the other side of it. With his eyes firmly fixed on her he increased his hand movement. His juices were flowing freely now. His breathing was fast and shallow but stayed quiet. No moaning or anything else to draw her attention. He was getting close. His grip was tight, teeth clenched. He felt himself pulse in his hand as he kept stroking. One final look at her before he closed his eyes and let go. He could feel spurt after spurt hitting the inside of his pants. His mouth was open but no sounds left it. He kept going, the warm liquid running down his tight grip and onto his stomach. It just kept coming until he finally squeezed the last drop from it, exhaled quietly and opened his eyes again.

“How’s the game, babe?” she suddenly asked glancing over to him.
“Good. We just scored,” he answered matter of factly while feeling his juices trickle down the side of his body and onto the seat.
“Don’t forget to clean that up, baby. We don’t want the couch to have a permanent stain, now do we?” she grinned mischievously.
“What? You knew? Crap!”

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He rubbed his fingers. Slowly, very deliberately and without anyone around him noticing. He had his right hand casually tucked inside his pants pocket as he took a drink from the glass in his other hand. His thumb drew slow circles on the tips of his middle and ring fingers. Those two fingers. All he had to do was show them to her and it caused a reaction throughout her entire body. She knew what he could do with them and how he liked to use them. How forceful they could be. How much pleasure and a little pain they were able to give her. She loved them. On her and in her.

Slow circles. More slow circles, as he took another sip from his glass.

She was in her element. Mingling, laughing and being the life of the party. He enjoyed watching her like this. She was buzzing around and making sure everyone had a good time. What a social butterfly, he thought to himself smiling. Then his eyes moved away from her face and across her body. He had watched her get dressed earlier that evening and knew she wasn’t wearing anything under that flowing dress. The fingers in his pocket started pressing firmer against each other as his thoughts took a turn into the dark corners of his mind.

He needed her right now. He wanted to drag her away into an empty room and only give her those two fingers. He didn’t want to get undressed or use any other body parts on her. All he wanted was to get her off. He wanted to make her drip. To make her bury her face into a pillow to avoid anyone hearing. To shudder and gush all over his hand with his fingers deep inside her. Then to lick her delicious flavor off them and return to the party pretending like nothing had happened.

Just at that moment she turned her head and smiled at him. His eyes guided her gaze down the side of his body where his thumb was still circling those two fingers. He could see a short gasp escaping her mouth before she lightly bit her lower lip. She understood. He watched her excuse herself immediately and leave the room. He, on the other hand, was in no hurry. He knew she would be soaked with anticipation by the time he reached her. Waiting a little longer, he finished his drink and put it calmly down on the bar. “Can I get you another one, Sir?” the bartender asked. “Sure. Thanks,” he answered with a devious glint in his eyes before following her, “this won’t take long.”

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When we have friends over I want you to be your charming, funny and generous self. After they leave I want you to bend over, look back at me and tell me to fuck you into unconsciousness.

When we go on our trip I want to hold your hand. I want to steal kisses in public. I want us to do all the dorky cliché things we both love. But when we’re back at the hotel I want you to drop to your knees and tell me to feed you my cock.

These are not demands or expectations. These are things I know you will gladly and willingly do for me. Not only because they will turn you on but also because you want to please me. And you know I will return the favor. That is one of the many reasons why we are perfect for each other.

You are my buffer and my sounding board. I confide in you and I trust you. You are my love and my lover. You are my best friend and you are my slut. You are my equal. The positive to my negative. I am yours because you are mine!

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I don’t care about any acrobatics or wild positions right now. I don’t need props, toys or crazy outfits. I couldn’t care less if future generations study our sexual escapades or if books are written about our nympho-like thirst for sex. None of that is important. None of it will make a difference to the only thought I have in my mind at this very moment. I want to be inside her. That’s it. I want to be inside her.

I like variety as much as the next guy. You need to keep things interesting and avoid boredom. Nothing is worse in the sexual part of a relationship than being bored. I would almost say that not having sex is better than having boring sex. I’d rather oil up my hand and go to town like a madman than go through the motions of predictable ‘I can’t wait for this to end’ kind of sex. So of course you have to keep that fire burning any way you can. But that’s not what I’m talking about.

There are times when it’s not about an animalistic hunger to bend her over and use her, as enjoyable and required as those urges are. It’s those times when all I want is to slide inside her to feel closer to her. To provide a certain kind of comfort that might be needed at that moment and even a sense of protection. To achieve an intimacy that connects at a deeper lever and goes beyond the mere physical act. There needs to be more than just attraction and lust. It’s something that can’t be created with just anyone. But when it is, everything else pales in comparison. I need that right now. I need to be inside her!

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She knows me. Often I can’t quite believe how much she does. I don’t think she actually realizes how well she understands me. Sometimes it embarrasses me when I realize the extent of it. Am I that easy to figure out? Can I be that predictable? There are times when I try to hide from her how spot on she is when she calls me out. I don’t want to be that easy to read. Then I realize that because she does know me so well she knows how to put up with some of my crap. That is a major bonus.

There are times when I seem to fry my circuits and go off the deep end a little bit. I’m not sure why that occurs or what in particular provokes it, but it does tend to happen. I have issues with my brain it seems. As useful as it is when I need it to open a bottle of wine or use my tongue for something in particular, it can also be a major pain in the ass at times. Sometime I wish I had a switch for it so I could turn it off or at least change the channel in it. When it gets going in a particular direction it can get messy.

But she appears to have figured out how to deal with it more than I have myself. I don’t think she particularly enjoys it when I go a bit mental but she seems to accept it somewhat. She waits for me to come back from my wilderness with a metaphorical beard down to my waist and a killed, wild animal in tow, until I turn back into myself. Inevitably I end up apologizing and feeling like a fool. Maybe she finds that appealing. Who knows. I try not to let it happen too often, though. You can’t push your luck too much.

She gets me. More than anyone ever has. It surprises and freaks me out all the time. It’s refreshing and scary and comforting. It’s a good thing!

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It was date night. He had been dressed first and was now watching her get ready. His eyes roamed all over her body as she stood naked in front of the mirror styling her hair. His breathing increased and he could feel himself getting hard seeing her breasts bounce as she moved around the bathroom. He shifted in his chair when she bent forward toward the mirror to apply her make up, her ass practically mocking him. He was bursting against his pants. It was getting difficult to maintain control. He reached into his underwear to adjust his erection which was pressing uncomfortably inside them. As his hand ran across the head he realized how much he was oozing. That’s it, he thought and stood up.

She saw him walk up behind her and when he pushed his precum covered finger into her mouth she dropped her lipstick into the sink. Her eyes widened as she looked at him in the mirror. Once the surprise had passed, she started to suck on his finger while his other hand ran down her back, over her ass and between her cheeks. His leg moved between hers and pushed them apart. Moving his hand deeper between her cheeks he found her moistening lips. His eyes were still focused on hers in the mirror when he pushed his fingers inside her. She let out a sigh but kept her eyes on his.

He began to move his fingers, quickly increasing speed. Her back arched and she pressed her hips back into him, opening herself up more, giving him better access. His hand soaked in her juices he pushed harder into her, her hips banging against the front of the bathroom sink. Their eyes stayed fixed on each other. She let out a short moan every time his fingers hit deep inside her.

By now she was fully bent over the sink, her face pressed against the mirror, leaving lipstick marks all over it. She had lifted one knee up on the sink and was holding on to the faucet with both hands. She moved her hips back and forth rubbing her clit against the edge of the sink while he slammed his fingers inside her. She needed to cum. He could tell by the frantic movement of her body. Her tongue started to lick the mirror. She was becoming desperate. It was time.

He didn’t hold back. He fucked her with his fingers as hard and as deep as he could. That’s what she needed so badly right now. She was getting close. He could feel his fingers getting squeezed. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. Her face had that concentration it gets just before her release. Then she came. She stopped moving and let out a long, muffled scream as his hand kept going. Her body was being moved just by the force of his fingers now. He didn’t stop until her hands let go of the faucet and her head dropped away from the mirror.

He left his fingers inside her for a few moments, letting her regain some composure. Then he pulled them out and licked them, savouring her delicious taste. They smiled at each other as their eyes caught in the mirror again. “Finish getting ready. We’re going to be late,” he said slapping her ass and leaving the room.

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Was it possible? Was that really him? She watched him from a distance. It couldn’t be. If it wasn’t, then the resemblance was uncanny. She stayed blended into the crowd hoping he wouldn’t notice her blatant staring. He was still too far away from her. She needed to get closer. Not knowing was burning at her. What if it really was him? She needed to know for certain. Slowly she made her way through the large throng of people, never taking her eyes off him.

It had been so many years. He was from a different place and a different time. They had said their goodbyes back then, not because they wanted to but because they had to. She had thought about him now and then after they had gone their separate ways but as time went by those instances became more infrequent. Until, finally, he seemed to move out of her memory for good. Until now. Until this very moment when he came crashing back into her mind bringing with him every single thought and experience she had of him. Her head was spinning at the possibility of seeing him again. I need to know, she thought and kept moving.

She was now merely a few meters away from him, quietly observing him from the side. He had similar features and mannerisms. His height seemed the same. The body type was comparable. So many things reminded her of him. But why would he be in this place right now? Could such a coincidence really be possible? Question after question rolled through her head while she looked him up and down trying to determine once and for all if the man she was looking at was who she hoped it was. What do I do? she thought while slowly trying to move back into the crowd, unsure what to do next. Suddenly he turned and looked into her eyes.

A stare so intense it shot straight through her. She froze, unable to drag her face away from his. Move, she begged herself, but her body refused. She seemed to be nailed to the spot. Her heart pounded making her think it would burst through her ribcage. She held her breath. For seconds. Minutes. Days. She couldn’t tell. She was completely paralysed. He held his stare, not moving a single muscle in his body. She didn’t flinch or look away. Just two pairs of eyes burning into each other. Was it him? She knew the answer when he started walking toward her…

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She doesn’t really understand. I know she is not fully aware of the extent of it. I don’t think she can grasp how true it is. But she is the perfect woman for me. In all aspects.

It’s incredible how amazingly she fits me. How naturally and effortlessly our bodies glide with each other. How strongly our hearts beat in the same passionate rhythm. How seamlessly her soul meshes with mine. I used to miss a piece of myself but I wasn’t aware of it. Then I found it, I found her, and suddenly I realized how big of a piece it had been. Now it seems as though she has always been with me.

Her body makes my pulse race. It doesn’t matter if she’s twisting it around like a snake with her curves teasing me at every turn or if I’m watching her talk on the phone about her day. It makes me react every time I see her. It gives me impure thoughts which I often have to keep to myself so she doesn’t think that I’m obsessed with her body. Like most women she finds faults with it. For me the only fault she has is not realizing how fantastic it really is.

Her heart is massive. I don’t know how it even fits into her chest. She always pours love and compassion, advice and care, out of it. It never appears to run out. On some days it drains her and it seems there is not enough left over for her. But she always comes back and does it all again. I’m impressed on a constant basis. I wish she would see what I see. I think it would give her more peace.

There is so much more to her. This is really just a small glimpse of the woman she is. She’s the perfect one for me and I’m lucky that she’s mine!

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I need to feel that I matter. I have to know that I’m needed. That I’m being relied upon. That I’m the one being called whenever support, encouragement or a consoling shoulder is required. It doesn’t matter what the circumstances are or if it is a small or big issue. It’s not even important whether I will ever have to actually provide that. But I need it to be known that I will, always and without any reservations. It gives me a sense of purpose and that there is a deeper meaning to me being here.

I like being the source of fun and excitement. Any time I can create a smile or a heartfelt laugh it gives me a lift. Any time I can generate an intense moan or sigh I feel it myself in equal measure. But what gives my soul the biggest reward is when I’m there during tough times. When things look bleak and that light at the end of the tunnel seems to be fading. Those are the times when I want to be the first contact. That’s when I feel I’m at my best. That’s when I feel that I truly contribute something positive.

I will be here. I will stand in the background if needed. I won’t interfere if it’s not required. But I will be close, offering my hand, my shoulder or my stubborn head. I will give anything and everything. I will share the laughter and the tears. The anger and the hurt. I will always be here, just as I have in the past. I need that to be known. I know that it is!

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Turn off the TV. Put down the trashy magazines. Switch off the computer. We don’t need any outside distractions. Come over here and plant yourself next to me. Let’s open a bottle of red and just talk. Tell me how your day went and I’ll tell you what happened during mine. Bitch about your boss and I’ll complain about the crap I had to deal with. Then let’s forget about all the useless and unimportant things that muddy up our day.

And when we’ve unloaded on each other then we’ll take our clothes off and we’ll stop talking. After the mind has had its release it’s time to let the body do the same. We need to get back to connecting. First with our minds. Then with our bodies. Finally with our souls. I need it. I’ve longed for it. I miss it. I know you have, too. Let’s get back to it. We don’t need all this external noise, all those useless things trying to tear us apart. What we need is us. The way we used to be.

Drop your coat to the floor along with your worries and all those irrelevant troubles. We don’t need them right now. We need pure thoughts, pure actions, pure love. All the pressures and all the demands will be back again tomorrow. For now, let’s just be us. Just you and I. That’s all I need right now. Come, join me. It’s overdue. We’re overdue. Come…

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