it's a good thing..

...when my Man comes home and tells me all day he's been thinking of me in heels and stockings, bent over the back of his sofa, with him behind me.. it makes for some hot, hot times later that night..

it's amazing to me that after almost four years (can you believe it's gonna be 4 years soon, babe?) that everything is better.. the friendship, the laughter, the passion, the kindnesses, the hair-playing, the love... and the OH MY GOD scalding hot sex...

damn, babe.. how do you do it?

every. single. time.

how do you make pain so damn good? how do you make me go wild, and make everything new, like it's the very first time i've seen your sexy body? how do you make me lust for you with a burning desire that never stops? how do you make the crescendo of our passion burst and soar at the exact right moment? how is it you treat me like a slut and goddess and whore and lover all in the same night, and make me beg for more?

here's hoping that you are thinking of something even nastier today... i will be whatever you want...