First message
I never thought I’d be the type of guy to commit to just one girl. I enjoyed the bachelor lifestyle.
I loved answering to nobody. Going out whenever I wanted. Bringing home whoever I felt like. I swore that life couldn’t get any better. And then she walked through my front door- brought to my party by a mutual friend.
My eyes had been drawn to her immediately, and I knew before I even spoke a word that she was going to be mine. She was the most beautiful, alluring woman I’d ever seen, and the shy smile she gave me as we were introduced had me instantly hard in my pants.
I’d stolen her away from our friend for a tour of my house, ending with me bending her over the patio table on my rooftop patio, pushing that little black dress she wore up over her hips and taking her from behind like my life depended on it.
It had been the most incredible sex I’d ever had. I was already drawn to her, but once I had her beneath me that first time, I knew I’d be insatiable for her for the rest of my life.
And now here she is, in her usual spot in my bed, pressed against me as I spoon her.
I trace a finger in slow circles over her hip bone, and then grab her hip and pull her more firmly against me. Let her feel how hard I am already for her before she’s even fully opened her eyes for the day.
I press hot kisses along the curve of her neck and then lightly bite her shoulder, “Wake up, pretty girl,” I murmur, my voice deep and low. “I need you and that sweet mouth of yours”