She Loves.....
His sex....
Sure, she loves the attention that he gives her. She loves the texts, the calls, the talks that they have. You could even say she loves spending time with him. But she will never admit to loving him. He looked at her at one time, and saw a future with her. He saw a life together with her. A ring, some kids, passion and love. He saw this..... But she didn't. She wasn't willing to open up her heart and admit that she loved him. Something held her back from admitting that. But, she would open up for the sex. It was their only connection. And when it came to that, they connected well.
It started off, with him in pursuit of her. You know, the typical back and forth game of dating. They worked together, so they would see each other often. Sure, there was other women that came around for him, and she dated other men, but it all came back to one another. They never dated each other, but they always discussed it. He wanted it, he pursued it. But she declined it. He felt that connection between the two and always tried to make it more than friends with interests. But it never got further than just attempts.
But one day, he tried something different. There was beginning to be more of a physical attraction to each other and he felt it. So he approached her about it, in a playful matter, over lunch and she bit. They left work that night and went back to his place. One thing led to another, and after Maxwell set the mood with, "This Woman's Work," the clothes came off. She was on her back, and he was on top and inside of her. It was good. She pulled him in closer, scratching his back in the process. She enjoyed it. They connected intimately, but she refused to allow it to go further.
This would continue over the years. Random meetings in hotels, late night discussions, texts, meet ups, the works. Every time it would be the same: meet, drop clothes, have sex (sometimes multiple times in one night), and repeat. At one point, his emotions got the best of him, and he really felt serious about her, so he told her that he wanted to marry her, and would get the ring as soon as he could. She declined that offer as well, and continued to refuse to admit her feelings for him. She knew there was no one else who could treat her like him. She knew that there wasn't a man around that was ready to settle down with her. She also knew that nobody could make love to her better than he could. But all she wanted from him, was his sex. She couldn't get enough. No emotional issues involved, just enter, enjoy, and exit. She liked it that way and wanted nothing more. She refused to love him, the person, the man, the individual. But she openly, loved......
the D.....
Sure, she loves the attention that he gives her. She loves the texts, the calls, the talks that they have. You could even say she loves spending time with him. But she will never admit to loving him. He looked at her at one time, and saw a future with her. He saw a life together with her. A ring, some kids, passion and love. He saw this..... But she didn't. She wasn't willing to open up her heart and admit that she loved him. Something held her back from admitting that. But, she would open up for the sex. It was their only connection. And when it came to that, they connected well.
It started off, with him in pursuit of her. You know, the typical back and forth game of dating. They worked together, so they would see each other often. Sure, there was other women that came around for him, and she dated other men, but it all came back to one another. They never dated each other, but they always discussed it. He wanted it, he pursued it. But she declined it. He felt that connection between the two and always tried to make it more than friends with interests. But it never got further than just attempts.
But one day, he tried something different. There was beginning to be more of a physical attraction to each other and he felt it. So he approached her about it, in a playful matter, over lunch and she bit. They left work that night and went back to his place. One thing led to another, and after Maxwell set the mood with, "This Woman's Work," the clothes came off. She was on her back, and he was on top and inside of her. It was good. She pulled him in closer, scratching his back in the process. She enjoyed it. They connected intimately, but she refused to allow it to go further.
This would continue over the years. Random meetings in hotels, late night discussions, texts, meet ups, the works. Every time it would be the same: meet, drop clothes, have sex (sometimes multiple times in one night), and repeat. At one point, his emotions got the best of him, and he really felt serious about her, so he told her that he wanted to marry her, and would get the ring as soon as he could. She declined that offer as well, and continued to refuse to admit her feelings for him. She knew there was no one else who could treat her like him. She knew that there wasn't a man around that was ready to settle down with her. She also knew that nobody could make love to her better than he could. But all she wanted from him, was his sex. She couldn't get enough. No emotional issues involved, just enter, enjoy, and exit. She liked it that way and wanted nothing more. She refused to love him, the person, the man, the individual. But she openly, loved......
the D.....
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