Today

I met my Lover Man today at his house, scarf in hand. He smiled as I stepped through the door, taking the scarf from my hand.

"Are you ready, darling?" He winked at me.

"Yes," I replied, my voice giddy with excitement.

Cupping my ass with his palm, he led my down the stairs and into the spare bedroom we use for our intimate affairs.

"I've missed you so much," I say, turning to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you too Lover Girl," his eyes peer into mine, I laugh. His hand has deftly found it's way beneath my shirt and begun to lightly touch the area of my lower back where I am ticklish. Pulling me closer, he kisses my neck and laughs at my squirming.

He has taken his Viagra, his cock is rock hard pressing against me. I press my pelvis into him, I love the way his cock feels against me. I love it even more when it's thrusting inside me.

"Hop on the bed, Lover Girl," he demands me. I obey him willingly. Tying both hands to the headboard with my scarf, I am left helpless to him.

Helpless to his kissing, and sucking, and touching, and thrusting.

For hours.