Lying in bed together last night, around one in the morning, I shifted to see him a little better in the moonlight and felt him stir.

"Is the beast awake?" I laughed.

"Yes," he answered. We joked about how if I moved or didn't move it turned him on, if I spoke or didn't speak it would only make him more aroused. This isn't far from the truth, joking or not, and we both know that extremely well after three years together.

"Take off your pants," he ordered. I did as he asked, and layed on my back to allow him easier access to the parts he wanted. He took me quickly, entering as he made notes about how wet I was and how much of a good slut that proved me.

I asked permission to come, as is standard these days, and was granted it twice. On my hands and knees, my ass up in the air like a cat in heat, he spilled himself into me as I mewed in pleasure.

This morning, I'm beginning to drip. And I love every milliliter of fluid that is flowing from my cunt.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Saturday, July 30, 2005.