So, Afroman comes over and I've been asleep all day. I'm in pain and very vulnerable. We're watching tv and he's holding me and is just being wonderful. Our faces are close and we start kissing.
I missed him.
He has beautiful thick lips.
Omg, what are you doing? You called him over to help you put Anbesol on your tooth and hold you to keep you from crying and taking pliers to your mouth. Abort! Abort!
He kisses my neck. Electric shocks runs up and down my spine then straight down below. I look in his eyes. They have lust in them. His skin is beautiful. He is beautiful. My shirt is off.
How did that happen?
He's sucking on my breasts while I straddle him. He pushes me down on the couch and......
this is the story of how we christened my nice plush leather couch.
and the living room floor.
and my nice $35 bed.
I think my neighbors heard the bed rocking at 7am. I'm a bit embarrassed about it only because they're the first lady and pastor of the church in front of my house.
But, it may have been worth it. It was really the best sex I've had in a while. (let's not mention the last time I had sex, it was with Afroman.) He's learned some things since then...and he makes wonderful scrambled eggs....nice