IT IS ALWAYS SO GOOD...

...and it is never the same.

Sometimes it is fucking. Sometimes it is making love. Sometimes it is sex.

And it is always so good.

We kiss. We lick. We grab. We taste. We move. We communicate. We adjust our bodies almost as if we have choreographed it, but we haven't. I used to think there were only a few positions to have sex in. There are dozens. A little lift here, a stretch there, a turn this way...sometimes the slightest, most random moves can end up being really great positions.

He tells me what to do. Sometimes I get bossy myself. He tells me to suck his cock...instead I climb on it and ride it for a few, and THEN suck on it...tasting US inside my mouth.

He knows when to grab my hair. He knows when to be rough. When to be soft. When I need more kisses. When I need more ass slapping.

Sometimes he tells me to cum. Sometimes I tell him to cum. Sometimes we do it in unison. Sometimes we don't.

I know that he likes to see what we are doing in the mirror. He knows that if his head is between my legs and I want his tongue higher or lower that I will gently touch his face and move it to where it feels like perfection.

He knows that if I start crying during sex, that it is not a bad thing. It is simply an overwhelming feeling of intense emotions that I can't contain. He knows that if I am mid orgasm and tell him that I hate him, that I really mean I AM UNABLE TO COMPREHEND HOW GOOD HE MAKES ME FEEL AND WHERE WAS HE A DECADE AGO?

I like being his good girl. His bad girl. His dirty girl. His freaky girl. HIS girl.

Sometimes I smother him with affection and it is too much for him. Sometimes he sticks his finger in my belly button and it pisses me off.

We love each other with such depth. Such intensity. We breathe each other in as if the other is a drug and we need another hit.

Waking up next to him, feeling his skin, smelling his hair, kissing his sleepy mouth...it reminds me how blessed I am. I have a best friend that I can share anything with. He gets my sense of humor, my sexual needs, and all that is me more than anyone in the world.

I love him. So. Damn. Much.