Maybe I

I would have, maybe I should have

I could have loved him deeper, harder and more intensely than he had ever been loved, hell, it’s the only way I know HOW to love

I would have bore him more children if that’s what he wanted
I secretly wanted just as many as he did, but I never told him that
I often daydreamed about the family we would have had along with the cute little dog

I would have slut it up for him in the bedroom. The nastier the better is my motto.
I would have eagerly played out any fantasy he had, just as long as there were no other parties involved. I prefer to be the star of the show and don’t like sharing the spot light. Yeah, I’m selfish and vain like that

If he required a good dose of spine tingling coitus to sleep at night…I would have been the woman for the job. Power is bestowed upon those that happily welcome longing members into their orifices of bliss. Hand cuffs? I’m game. Spank my bottom? I can never get enough. Bite me, lick me, suck, tease me, rub me, pull my hair…I could have taken it like a pro, with a smile and a wink, in true porno star form

Maybe I should have told him that I am an adrenaline junkie, pleasure seeking, dominating vixen that likes to take things, and people, that have great potential and make them what I think they should be. Maybe I should have told him that I supported his dreams and actually had what he needed to bring them into full fruition and live a happily balanced life of peaceful bliss

Maybe I should have told him this to his face, you know, after he had me bent over the couch. What is it about sex that makes men open up emotionally anyway?

Maybe I should have told him that I secretly fear being controlled and therefore have a hard time sharing my feelings because it makes me feel vulnerable.

Maybe I should have told him that I would happily be his wife…should he propose

Remembering the Times

You finally walked through my door after months of being away

The first thing that came to my mind was not how soft and sweet your kisses are, no

Nor was it the way you snuggly fit inside of me nor the way you moan and squirm when I please you

It wasn’t the sound my lacy undies make when you rip them off because I’ve teased you to your limit

Nor was it the feeling of your hands gently cupping my full breasts or your warm mouth suckling on my nipples

It wasn’t the sound of you playfully smacking my derrière nor the sound of you panting as I cowgirl up on your member…

It was the sound of companionship as I remembered the many times we talked about everything and nothing at all

It was the soft sweet look you give me as I laugh at your silly stories and when you tell me I’m beautiful

It was the feeling of oneness as we exchanged secrets after I shyly allowed you to make love to me

It was the comforting scent of your skin that always makes me smile

It was the bittersweet taste of love…