"Sure Thing"...

Today I met my Miguel, we had a love affair in the first five minutes we met..... I was a fein looking for a hit. He charmed me with his smile and fucked me with his eyes. His lips said they wanted to kiss me. I was completely down, hoping and praying he wasn't teasing me. His hands invaded my body, taking my nipples as hostages, forcing tongue filled kisses on them. I plotted my revenge on his tantalizing body. When he took his shirt off I licked the rolling hills of his valley. He treated me nothing like a friend, only like a lover who had been evading his attention. There was no mercy; he was proving a point with the tip of his penis. He was writing me a love letter explaining why I was fated to be only his in the end. My body was like clay and he was a demanding sculptor creating curves and pivots in the alleys of my pussy that had never seen company like his kind before. This love was a sure thing. The best thunderstorm my body had ever experienced, no need for an umbrella. He begged to feel every drop of rain. On a bad day he is my always in stock, elixir....curing my body of any tension that may reside between my pretty little legs. You can bet that, never gotta sweat that. Miguel puts that tension in its place every time. I quiver and drip re-living the flashbacks of the last time he left me paralyzed with pleasure....I hope I see him again, maybe this time we will actually speak.