Miatta

I woke up the next morning, feeling like a new being. It was true that we had gone at it for hours like the animals that we were, sex a new experience that I had found to be addictive. Perhaps it was that wonderful because I was having it with my mate but I wanted it no other way.

His smell was all over me and my heart swelled with pride at what I had accomplished the previous night. He had left me come on top just once and I had worn his patience twice with my slow, deliberate movements until he had groaned out loud and turned the...