Women have needs

Women have needs

I used to close my eyes and cover my face with a pillow while he was inside of me, but his penetrations ran so deep that that it was more than clear, he wasn’t my boyfriend. In fact, he was beyond a good friend and more of a “filler” for the boyfriend who could never be around. In the beginning he made clear his intentions with me, just like every other guy, he was trying to “holla”. Over time, when he saw that his attempts weren’t getting him anywhere, he gave up and somehow we grew closer as friends. The closer we became the more roles I let him fill that were lacking in my relationship. They started off innocently enough, we’d talk on the phone, watch T.V. together, make visits and such, but I think the lines became blurry when I allowed him to sleep over, or maybe it was the time we went skinny dipping in the pool, it could have even been when we took the shower afterwards and I let him wash me slowly with a bar of soap, regardless, I know for a fact things changed when I let him give me a full body massage, with no clothes on.

I knew what I was getting myself into, and honestly, by that time It was already on my mind. I would catch myself staring at his print while we lay on the bed, and I could feel it throbbing on my backside when he held me at night. Catching a feel of his body when we hugged would excite me, and I would find myself instantly moist whenever he pushed those big strong hands into the knots in my back. The first time we had sex it came at the back end of one of those massages, the first one in which I was naked. He ended it with some extra attention on my butt and before I knew it he’d slipped his tongue into the spot where his hands already had me dripping wet. A part of me wanted to resist, but the other part, the one that wanted him to keep going, was the one that made itself known with a slip of a few groans that escaped from my lips. He took notice that I was down and in one swift motion spread my legs wider to get a better taste, and he went to work.

I tried to use my imagination to replace him with my man but the head was better, his arms stronger, and before his tongue forced me to orgasm I found out that HE was bigger, a lot bigger. So I covered my face with a pillow so I could see my boyfriend’s face. When guilt tried to show face I would say no, but careful in a way that he knew not to stop, and if I did manage to move as if I’d had enough, he would pin me down in a way that made me want to beg for more.

Someone once asked me if long distance relationships worked, I said yeah, for a while, but a woman has needs.