Amnesia

Once Kay got home from work, she just wanted to lay in bed and be held.  I held tight against me.  I wanted to comfort her, but I knew this was treading dangerous waters for me.  I tried to keep my lust under control.  We started kissing.  Passionately. She bite my lip and nibbled my chin.  My body writhed.  I wanted her so bad, but there was nothing I could do.  It was up to her.  She needed to be ready and only she would know when that would be.

We made out for what seemed like forever, but was probably more like 20 minutes.  She admitted that she was testing to see if she were ready to move forward or not.  My heart pounded and I felt like I was crawling out of my skin.  I imagine it's like a heroin addict having their drug sitting on the table in front of them, but their hands tied.

Torture.  Absolute torture.  But at the same time, it increased my arousal.  It was a tease.  It was like being handcuffed or strapped to the bed.

Finally Kay pulled me on top of her and we made love. I rode her, my pussy on hers. It felt absolutely amazing.  I wanted to close my eyes and savor it, but I didn't. I kept my eyes locked on hers. I wanted her to know that I was thinking of her, that I was making love to her, and that I loved her. I wanted to reconnect with her. And I think it made the orgasm even more intense.  We came together.

When you fuck, you don't look the person in the eyes. When you make love you do.

I felt so high afterward. Like nothing else in the world mattered, like no one else in the world could possibly tempt me. It was like it was only me and her, always had been, and always will be.

Considering all of this makes me feel even more like an addict. When I go without my drug, I start to have withdrawal.  I shake and feel sick and anxious.  I start to become irritable, angry, depressed, and if I don't get a hit, I have a breakdown.  But once I do finally get that hit, I'm on this incredible high and all the pain melts away as if it never existed.

Sex causes amnesia.