It’s one-sided, I think, but I’m in that place where every romantic or sexy song makes me think of Tony.
I think of him, the things we’ve already done, the fun things I’d like to do with him, and to him. I want more of him. I crave him.
I’ve written before that one of my fantasies is to be on a dance floor with a lover, in a dark, hot, sweaty, and thumping club. I love to dance, and I want my lover holding me, doing that fantastic sexy teasing dance that lovers do. He would put his hand up my skirt, finger me to an orgasm as I clung to him, my face pressed up against his chest. And Tony has a great chest.
I think of this scenario when I hear some songs, and it’s Tony I think of. He’s a perfect height for me at 6’1″. I like the way he moves and although he professes to not be a dancer, I think he’d do this on a dance floor with me.
Since our conversation about sex clubs, when I have space in my head I start to daydream about this as well. I soooo badly need to be fucked until I cannot stand. To have a full body orgasm. To cum so many times my inner thighs shake. To have sex for hours. I haven’t had this in a while and the cravings which are always there just keep building. I am highly vulnerable to succumbing to the basest of desires at this point.
But it’s Tony I want to fulfil those desires. Maybe with some backup.
On another note, I just booked a two week summer – a house rental by the ocean. While I’m looking forward to spending time with friends and my parents (I will invite some people to join my son and me) – I also find myself thinking about Tony and hoping he’s around and will join me.
Sigh. I’m not used to this sappy romantic shit.
I’m not getting carried away, I’m not thinking we are made for each other and are going to end up together forever. This isn’t my first rodeo.
But I like the feeling.