missleila

So, here i am stranded at my on-again-off again's house. in his bed naked. he went to work. we are still off, but last night... WHOOOO the heAT was ONNNNN! Why is it, every time i tell him i'm not in love with him, we end up having hot steamy sex? Maybe he's trying to use sex to manipulate me. Whatever the reason, i GLADLY accept his body. Best i've ever had. there's something soo right there, when every time we have sex .... ugh my explanations wont even do it justice. as soon as he's inside me i lose my breath. i think "THIS is all i need." it's like our bodies are meant to be together, and our souls are connected and dancing together above us. My flesh is torn apart and i'm levitating. No such thing as gravity. He pours his entire being into me, heart, soul, mind, body, every feeling he's ever had... and i get soooooo fucking high from it that i see the Northern Lights. Every time i orgasm its like i'm being re-born. or held under water and rocketed out, traveling from the depths of the ocean to outer space. Then i'm a feather, floating around.. carefree.. even though i'm in the dark, i can feel the sun touching every inch of my skin. i'm in complete E C S T A S Y.

why has this only happened with him? i've been with plenty of other guys and never had an experience quite like this. There have been good times, yeah, but still nothing to compare. It confuses me, because if we are THAT compatible sexually, how can we not be mentally??