We did it!

Finally, I have made him happy. Or better yet, SATISFIED. It has been an issue to us ever since the day he learned about that big O word, and that even women can E.

It is not because of his lack of trying. The problem is actually with me, I have never been relaxed when I am around him in a very intimate setting, and always I am worrying about something. And more often than not, I just want it to end, so I could go to sleep. See, for some time, we are used to following a step-by-step process when doing it. Also, I don't want him to stay there for a long time because I don't want to see him get tired or anything.

But now that we have stopped for some time and just miss each other in bed, we are more imaginative and creative than ever. Which I think, is the reason why I have difficulty pushing thoughts of what we just did out of my mind and also the reason why I am always looking forward to our next encounter.

Now I love him more than ever, if that is possible at all. I don't ever want to think of him doing that to anybody else. That makes me one selfish bitch. I want him alright, I want him so much! I don't care if that makes me possessive, but I think that is where I am headed at.

So how did he do it? I don't know exactly, but there are certain things I remember. I was clutching most of his hair all the time, never wanting him to give up too soon, I had difficulty keeping up with my breathing, I was shouting ( I don't think it was anything near moaning) until I just wanted him to stop. He did not, and that is where it happened.

Our next mission would be to make it actually come out with such force. We're not in a hurry anyway.