It wasn't supposed to be like this.
It wasn't supposed to last this long.
It wasn't supposed to be so addicting.
Almost four years have passed since I first walked through his door a jumble of nerves. I hadn't been with another man since Tim and I didn't know what to expect. I did know one thing and that was I was going to fuck this near complete stranger. We talked for a while, well, he talked for a while and when my body decided to stop trembling I grabbed his hand and we walked to his bedroom.
We kissed.
We barely undressed.
We frantically fucked.
After 3 ½ years I never grow tired or bored of our sex life. It has only gotten better over the years and honestly; I can't get enough of him. It is to the point that I have told him several times that I wish I could clone him a few times. He always tells me it's so I could have all my holes filled at once and sure that's not a bad idea at all. But mainly, so I can have him fuck me at every glance or inkling that I have. I demand a lot from him during our limited time together. I know he needs to rest but I can't lie still when we sleep at night because the only thing running through my mind is the sex I want with him.
Jon is a gentleman and it takes some pushing on my part to bring out the animal in him. I crave pain and he is always afraid of possibly going too far. So, if I had to make a request it would be for him to be more sadistic with me but I'm not complaining. He does his best to oblige and I know I am not forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do because his cock doesn't lie.
When I look back to our first meeting and think that it was supposed to just be a one-time occurrence. Yet, years later I am still a junkie for our sex. He has set the bar high but that doesn't mean I won't have future lovers. That's the nice thing about open relationships is the possibility to spreading the lust around.
It's an addiction I don't mind having.
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