Buried Treasure and Surprises

I knew you'd have something special for me. Even as we were attempting to kick the shit out of each other tonight, I was imagining your cock in my ass. Does that surprise you? I have to admit that it surprised me just a little. Usually I don't have time to think about more pleasurable things when I'm trying to kick someone in the (upper) head.

But it didn't surprise me a bit, blindfold notwithstanding (double eyepatch if ye will, Arrr!) to find you probing my ass with The Fever shortly after I began pleasing myself for you with the buzzer, bottom raised high for your viewing pleasure. Nor did it surprise me to find that you had other toys in store for me as well. What did surprise me (just a little) was how very comfortable it was right from the start. And how fucking good it felt. Excuse my profanity, but it was fucking good.

It certainly didn't surprise me when, after a few orgasms, my juices let loose and began flowing down over my hand, though it did make holding that buzzer just a little tricky. Not enough for me to complain about, however. The heat of my juices, though, always surprises me.

It doesn't surprise me that my throat is always a bit raw after we fuck (or make love, depending on the day/time/moon.) And it doesn't surprise me that I'm still glowing right now.

It does surprise me, just a little, that we can still find new things to do after so many years. But it doesn't surprise me that we are comfortable enough to explore previously uncharted waters (Arrr! - Love the hair thing!)

It doesn't surprise me how much I still love you after a couple of decades together (17 yrs old?!?!? you naughty boy, in case you need reminding!) It does surprise me, maybe a little, that I'm still passionate about you - that you still turn me on so much that I want you inside of me desperately when we're making love. That's not how it's supposed to work is it? Good thing TV and pop culture is a load of shit. It doesn't surprise me that we can make love, but it does, a little, when I think about it, that we can still fuck like crazy.

I hope you read this at work and come home to give me another good fucking. Damn!