You made me forget there was a tomorrow.
Laying there in your arms, holding each other, in a state of bliss
After you fucked me so hard, your granite hard cock filling and stretching my cunt so well
Whispering in my ear for me to tell you how it felt as you hit every warm, wet ridge deep inside me
You were not gentle with me this time
You grabbed handfuls of my hair, pulled them with each stroke
Even spanked me a couple of times, just to remind me you could
Submitting to you is a pleasure, laying with you afterwards is sublime
With my back against your chest, feeling you trace your fingers up and down my side
Absolutely melting into the sheets when you draw little lines on the curve of my hip, as you know that’s one of my most sensitive spots
Interlacing my fingers in yours every once in a while,
Reaching back to run my fingers through your long hair
Hair that likes to be pulled while you’re coming
I’m happy to oblige, as I’ll do anything that makes you moan that deeply
Talking about our fantasies and what nasty thoughts run through our heads when we are alone
I really want to know the ones you’re ashamed to admit, but I’ll take the ones you gave me
You made me forget there was a tomorrow
That there was anything beyond that moment, right there, with you
To me, there was only a state of joy after letting my slutty side out for you
The slut,
Who came over, and over, and over
Who didn’t hold back, at all, and didn’t worry about how ridiculous she probably looked
Or if the neighbors could hear; your walls are thin
Or how insane she sounded, whining and moaning and screaming
While you fucked her slowly, then hard and fast
Watching her grind her needy clit on her vibrator
While you were inside her the whole time
The slut who just wanted pleasure, with you
You found a part of me that I don’t share with others
At dinner, before all this, I kept looking over at you, thinking how much I love you
How could I not? It’s been 2 years.
Wanting so badly to say it to you, but knowing I wouldn’t hear it back
Because that’s not our arrangement
I’m telling myself it doesn’t matter
That I will love you no matter what
And I just need you to know that
That I don’t care that you don’t love me back
When really, to hear you say that to me
To validate me
To ask me to spend more time with you, or tell me I’m beautiful, or special in some way
Is all I really want
Maybe even more than hearing I love you back.
I’ll go on loving you and pretending it doesn’t matter
Convincing myself that this is enough
Forgetting there is a tomorrow, when I’m in your arms
Sad I won’t see you on that tomorrow, as that isn’t our agreement either
When will I see you again? Who knows.
Wondering if next time you’ll fuck me from behind again, maybe?
Or let me on top
So I can look you in the eyes as I slowly take your cock
Painfully slowly, inch by inch
Moving down, then up, then down some more
Squeezing you tight while scratching your arms, because I know you love that
Every so often kissing you, deeply, desperate for your tongue to play with mine
Knowing when I’m close to coming, my touch will move from gentle to desperate
And I’ll grab your shoulders and let it all go
Shuddering, hard, squeezing you involuntarily, knowing you’ll whisper I’m a good girl for that
Wondering if I should find all this elsewhere
With someone who wants to reciprocate my feelings?
Shouldn’t I be happy with what I have, you ask?
You need to understand you’re fucking a girl with an insatiable desire for more
When she finds someone she loves, something she wants,
She goes all in, and won’t stop until she gets it
This is, unfortunately, the opposite of what you want.
But you seem to enjoy our time together too.
So until I decide to move on
I’ll keep laying there, and keep coming back, always wanting more from you
Forgetting there is a tomorrow
Snapping out of my haze only when you ask me about my plans
For tomorrow
It took at least a minute to come back to reality
Remembering that there is a world outside of this bedroom, that I’m part of
And it’s existing tomorrow, and I have things to do
Work, and family, and friends, and chores
A world you aren’t part of at all, a world I wish I could share with you, at least a little
But for that moment, for those few precious minutes
I was in your arms
So happy
Forgetting there was a tomorrow
