Back Then

When me and my bf first started dating, he constantly had his hands on me. So many little things I did would turn him on. If I so much as sat on the bed after a shower, I'd end up with bruised hips and bedsheets to wash. When we'd be spooning in bed, he'd be lazily running his hands up and down my body, then when his hands would land on my stomach, he'd start massaging it.

Suddenly his grip would tighten, he'd have an arm around my waist and the other around my neck, and he'd be almost crushing me. He'd start humping my ass and growling in my ear, saying all kinds of filthy things before he'd eventually order me to spread my legs. The way he would touch me, squeezing and gripping my hips and belly, growling and panting in my ear, biting my neck and shaking as if he was trying to hold himself back.

It was all so animalistic and got me so wet and horny. I remember thinking how happy I was to have somebody touching me, and looking at me that way. It was all the desire and attention I had been craving. I felt like I was finally getting the treatment I deserved.

These days I approach my bf, bare naked, bent over, legs spread, on my knees, it doesn't matter. I'll get some joke from him before he goes back to playing video games. I don't even try any more. It's embarassing.