M D For his touch is like necture and his words are softer than the wind. I feel him deeper and stronger than before. I love him longer, I please him for the fact that I feel comfortable. It's like pleasing my husband, my better half- I do things that I wouldn't even imagine myself doing, being someone I couldn't imagine myself being.. But I like, oh it different. Very different but the thrill, the excitement I feel in the pit of my stomach when he says nothing at all but just stares at me. No movement. No taking. His barely breathing. Awhile, his still staring at me, as if he were looking into my heart, into the core, into my very soul and listening to what his presence does to me. What has the man done to me? I hardly know you, you barely know me. Yet I'm consumed by you, your voice, your knowledge. OH how I would love for you to fuck me again. Again. Again. I haven't had sex since April.. It's July. This in my world is VERY worrying. (I'm a sex addict) I just don't want anyone else to touch me, fuck me or even suck my pussy but you.. I just want this feeling to go away.