I have sex on the brain. IMAGINE THAT!
Steven and I have a hotel date tomorrow night, and I can't wait! We always have great sex, whether it is as vanilla as vanilla gets, or down right naughty and freaky, I love it all.
Something is up with me though...could be the feel of Fall in the air, could be any number of things. Whatever it is, I can't stop thinking about what I want to do tomorrow night! I was out to lunch with my sons today, and then a quick trip to Target, and I was OBSESSING over thoughts of what tomorrow night will be like. "No honey, we aren't buying a toy gun that shoots marshmallows" (mmmmm...I want to sit on his face tomorrow night) "Do we need toilet paper?" (maybe he will bite me a little...I do like that...) "Let's get in line over here." (MAN I WANT TO FUCK HIM SO BAD!)
Yes...that was my thought pattern.
We talked on the phone quite a bit today, and he knows I am HUNGRY for him. I told him I wanted to play with fisting some more tomorrow...he promised to lick and suck and tease and get me good and ready for it. I have images of the time we did it...the vibrator on my clit, his hand in me...mmmmm...
I really want to spend time on his cock too. In my mouth. Maybe he wants to try that little vibrator around (or in) his ass again? Lots of lube on his balls...my hands swirling around them as I suck on his hardness.
I am also in a photography mood. I have visions of some really sexy pictures of him...and I want to play with black and white. Sometimes taking the color out really emphasises the subject...I love taking pictures of him...of us...
Porn sounds fun too. Maybe we will find a little to watch online...just for kicks. It isn't always that arousing to me, but sometimes it is. It just depends. I wouldn't mind watching some together, we haven't done much lately.
I want every position tomorrow. I keep thinking about being on top...we had some good, intense sex earlier this week where I was on top, but laying on him...my fingers working my clit while he slid in and out...it ended in a very intense orgasm. The eye contact was great. I want some hard fucking from behind...I am thinking about bent over the bathroom counter so Steve can watch in the mirror. I want to be on top some. I want him on top. I want some slow, soft, heavy eye contact and sweet conversation sex too.
I want to lay next to Steve, and run my fingers all over his neck and back. Gently rubbing his body. Sometimes when I do this, I feel as if I am transferring the love that I feel for him through my fingertips and into his body. That sometimes it is more meaningful to touch him like I love him than telling him I love him.
I never grasped the term "MAKING LOVE" completely until now. All of a sudden I get it. That is what we do! Us! Steven and Missy! Making love! I get it I get it I get it! I want to shout it to the neighbors...the cars on the road...my employees...my cats...the people at Starbucks..."Can I get a iced grande nonfat mocha, and OH BY THE WAY I NOW KNOW WHY PEOPLE CALL IT MAKING LOVE!"
Ahhhhh....what a wonderful feeling...details of tomorrow night will surely be posted...I can't wait to kiss my sexy man and to wear us both out sexually! Is that possible? Hehe...
Life is good.
