Picking me up in your car — not a care in the world if I may leave my hair in there. Putting your hand on my thigh, on my panty, in my panty, on my clit, in my pussy — while driving and joking about how convenient is an automatic transmission — not a care in the world if passerbys can see your arm reaching between my legs and under my dress.
Standing proudly by my side, walking together, grabbing me by the hip — in public, in broad daylight — not a care in the world if people may notice your ring and the lack of mine.
But you’re not careless, that I know. You’re a manly man. Shameless. Powerful. A go getter. A man of his word. You’re unbelievable, incredible.
How fucking hot we are together — madness.
And the things we do behind closed doors — gosh. It would make blush most of the planet.
I adore how you take into consideration my kinks, the things I enjoy, the things that get me off — and just roll with it, even if it’s new to you. Man let me tell you, you’re a natural.
I adore how you give me your all, not holding back — even when you’re running out of breath and your BPM raises like crazy.
I adore how you treasure me, my body, my soul — how we simply vibe, how we simply flow. It almost feels like we shared past lives, like we’ve known each other for much longer than our time in this slice of life.
Haters are gonna hate — let them. We know our worth, we know what’s in it for us. We’re healing each other — so let them babble and envy. Boring lives are simply not for us, we’ll live to the fullest — for as long as we have, for as long as we live. What you don’t take from life, someone else will.
Always a pleasure to host you between my thighs — come around whenever you please.
To our stolen hours.
Yours — tenderly, fiercely.