So many times we made love, and I watched the lust take over, her back arch, her hips thrust against me. That's when her eyes would gently close. Her mouth clamped down on her bottom lip until she couldn't hold back her breath any longer. Our bodies rhythmically collide until her nails embed in my back.

What was making her eyes close so beautifully, yet so lustfully?

I guess I just wanted to know if I was in there with her. Or if her closed eyes allowed another to fulfill her passion.

Whatever or whoever caused her body to react in this beautiful way. Thank you for giving this to her.

I, on the other hand, have always been a creative and vocal lover. I couldn't hold my mouth shut if I wanted to.

As the passion built, it gave way to hot-blooded eroticism. I would bring in snippets of our lives. Encounters she had had in restaurants, with men asking if she would watch their drinks, became lust-filled depictions of her erotic encounter. Where slutty naughtiness took over her usually well-mannered demeanor, as she called him outside to drag him to his car. To tell him to have her and bring her back when she's done with him.

By the time my depiction had ended, she was usually cresting her third or fourth hot, passionate orgasm, and had given him a name, told him to take his time and have her until he couldn't fill her anymore.

Ok, fine. I admit that this turned me on in unspeakable ways. As I built the story, I continued filling her with my passion as I made love to her. Multiple orgasms have become the norm, and for both of us have become a very natural expectation.

I hope this way of love-making and story-writing works for you, too.

Have fun!

Gr8friend