Things are getting better

I don't know what to blame - the overly hot temperature, the sudden crave for loose and skimpy outfits, or just plain L.

But see, we don't really have a place of our own, so we have to go to our favorite hotel each time we can feel our sexual urge taking the better of us. Doesn't matter if it burns our (or rather, his') pockets after, because we definitely make each stay worth every penny.

The downside of this is of course, my roommates know everytime we do it, so I still have to face their eager queries and taunts when I go home the following morning. Either way, the hickeys on my neck give it away.

So I wasn't home Thursday night, and on Saturday, I went home at 3 o'clock in the morning.

The first because it was our weekly ritual, and I just can't help myself from wanting to please him, braces and all. As for the second, what might have been a night to eat sumptuous dinner together turned out to be a night of giving in to temptations.

It might have been the white shorts I was wearing, or my blouse that reveals more than two-thirds of each of my boob. Or because I broke off easily when we tried to have sex in our boarding house's living room when he couldn't get his stuff inside me.

He said he hated me for it, and would want to leave right then and there, but instead, we went to that place we always call "house of sin."

We got a really spacious room. It had two beds, one queen sized and the other, a single bed. Of course we took the latter. The smaller the bed, the more we have to squeeze our bodies tightly together.

The moment we were inside, I pulled him to a tight embrace, while he was begging for me to let him go to the bathroom first. I let him, but not after I have kissed him on the lips until I think that I have finally got enough of him to last for a few seconds.

We had sex in front of the dresser. It was fun, seeing my facial expression while he was thrusting from behind, rocking my body back and forth, making my hair flow seductively and making my boobs dance in sync with our movement.

The first round is usually the most exciting, what with all the time you have spent apart and finally getting the chance to hit on each other again. But unfortunately, it usually ends too soon. But that doesn't matter, since all the time we have to wait for the next round, he would have time to please me. Oh how I love this part!

Mellow music was playing in the background, and together with my moans and the sound of him licking, sucking, biting, and his mmmmmmm's are my idea of heaven.

This time, he managed to make me reach O three consecutive times, something I never thought possible.

I was worried that he would be tired after doing it, and if pleasing me creates the feeling of deprivation and oppresion on his side, but according to him, seeing me like that, helpless and moaning in total satisfaction, also pleases him.

Oh, I so love my boyfriend. More so because he is good in bed, and no one else knows that but me!