We had sex. Sex that was great. Every single day at least once and sometimes even two or three times. It was as if I could never get enough. I got addicted to you, your pussy and most of all your rhythm and passion which you put into your lovemaking manoeuvres.

That first Sunday afternoon at the TAJ when I met Dr Long (long lasting sex condoms) which gave us a workout where both of us sweat it out as never before. I got 5 packets of condoms, a special vibrator and massage gel that afternoon from the sex shop. When I took the vibrator out you were interested in it, but when I put it on you, although you enjoyed the vibration and the way it stimulated you, you said: “It is not natural and you prefer not to make use of it” We never used it again and you than also confirmed a week later that the vibrator took some of your sensitiveness away and it is only now slowly coming back. In any case You reached orgasm at least 3 times that afternoon and I experienced heaven for the umpteenth time with a woman who knew how to move her buttocks and pussy that makes you feel she literally eats your penis with her pussy. We had sex romping each other and now that it took me so much longer to reach orgasm we literally worked in trying a few different positions. I was eventually out of breath and although I am not … I thought that I was sex fit.

You eventually climbed on me and started to move your bottom forward and backward, forward and backward and every time you did this, it was as if my dick went deeper and deeper into a fountain of honey. It was as if I could taste your sweetness and there was no end to it. We both started to sweat and our breathing became one as we were searching for more breath just to complete this great assignment of bringing each other onto a totally new level of orgasm. Totally wet from all the exercises and exhausted from the constant movements, we gave over to out instincts that said: JUST ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL ARRIVE!

Every time when you moved me deeper into you and every time you pulled back was as if it was a new experience of making love! Then it came. One big explosion and it was as if I felt a million fingers all over my body softly and gently stroking my whole body. I felt the heat of my blood pumping right from my feet all the way to my head. What a glorious feeling when all of a sudden all the adrenaline is going out of my body. I could fall immediately asleep, but didn’t. I was wondering whether the next time would just be as glorious as this time as I realised you left me more addicted to you every time after we had sex.

I cannot say we made love. It was too wild, too hot and sensual and your passion for sex was just too great to make love in a soft and elegant manner. On top of it, you refuse to kiss and didn’t want to suck my dick. Making love is putting the other one first while we had to get the most every time for ourselves.