He’s the best boyfriend I’ve never had.

“Assume the position,” he said over me and handed me the Hitachi.

I lay panting and half sobbing beneath him, my legs on his shoulders.  I swung my left leg to meet my right and he shifted to my left and lay next to me, his cock still buried inside of me.  I turned the vibrator on and put it to my mound.  Instantly I was electrified as his thrusts buzzed into me.

I fluttered my eyes and looked at the shadows cast on the ceiling from the flickering candlelight.  He pinched and kneaded my left breast as I writhed, gently bucked and whimpered into the space around us.

His rocking thrusts were a goddamned sparkling unicorn horn inside of me.  The swell of the distant wave, the anticipation of it climbing closer, then receding again as he pulled away, then it was there again so quickly when he returned, the sharp sparks of impending orgasm due to cock and vibe.

And then it was on me.  In me, over me, through me, lighting up my veins like a torch in a tunnel.  I was almost screaming out as he pounded into me and told me how beautiful I looked.  Tears sprang to my eyes and I lay my arm across my face and cried fat, wet tears.  He crooned to me and curled my hair behind my ear.  “It’s ok, Hy.  You’re ok.  Just relax.  Relax.”

I fought to steady my sobs, but this was so different.  My heart was crying this time, no doubt about it.  No longer was just my cunt and body crying, my disloyal heart had joined them.

“I want you to do it again,” he said and he kissed me gently with force.

I could only nod.

He’s still hard and still inside of me.  I start all over again only this time the orgasm bears down on me with a fury and the spasms haven’t stopped before I start to ball.  Real tears, real emotion, real feeling.

He pulls me into his arms and holds me, whispers that I’ll be ok, kisses my face, and still the tears come and still I can’t stop the crying.  I don’t even want to.  I want him to see what this does to me.  I’m tired of holding it back.

He shifts and pulls me into a deep, sweet, painful kiss.  I’m crying into his mouth and I imagine he is telling me he loves me with every stroke of his tongue, every press of his lips.  He is absorbing my pain, my pleasure: me.  I cry harder for a second and then let him calm me like a quaking mare.

He engulfed me and could handle it.  And I let him.

And that’s when I realized he’s the best boyfriend I’ve never had.

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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16 thoughts on “He’s the best boyfriend I’ve never had.
  1. Hy
    I’m a baller too. Your words really convey the pain in your heart. Maybe you didn’t want to, but you have fallen hard for the neighbor. I know the pain on falling for someone that you have such an amazing sexual connection with but the deal was FWBs. It sucks cause you don’t want to end the sex & you want more but you don’t want to break the deal. It took me almost a year to be honest with him & myself. And I had my heart broken. But I wouldn’t change it at all. Live in the moment and enjoy it as it unfolds. On another note, I cannot wait to try this position with my hitachi. Mmm. A great big hug

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