I slept with a guy a few weeks ago and I had fun but he seemed to really be into it, like more than a usual guy would be. He kept going on and on about how good I felt, even after we were done and he even stayed afterwards and we cuddled and he made me breakfast the next morning. I thought that was where it ended.

Well, last night I got a phone call (not a text a call) at like midnight. I was still awake and this man sounded like he was calling for help after a plane crash or something. He told me all he could think about was how good I had made him feel and he was going insane without me. Said he planned on it being just a one night stand but he has to have me again and can he come over.

Of course I said yes! I opened the door and at that second he threw himself across the threshold, grabbed me and kissed me. He was like a starving man, clutching me like it was the first food he’d seen in years. He even lifted me off my feet, pulling me into his arms and pressing me against my kitchen counter. This was like how wives must have felt when their husbands returned from years at war. I was blushing from the intensity of his touch and soon my legs were parted and he was opening his pants.

He fucked me right there on the kitchen counter. I was knocking shit off onto the floor left and right and moaning loud enough to wake the dead. He held my waist as he fucked into me, his eyes never leaving mine. It was so strange and wonderful and the thing was he was so sincere the whole time. No winking, just genuine passion.

I came on the counter, my body tensing and twitching as I came on his cock. He grabbed me off the counter and carried me to the bedroom where he dropped me on the bed. There he took the opportunity to take off all of his clothes while I wiggled out of mine. He got into bed with me and I don’t think he stopped until dawn. He was everywhere, kissing me, touching me, fondling me. His fingers played with my pussy, he sucked on my breasts, he ate me out. He was insatiable!

It was somewhere between the fourth and fifth orgasm that I had to call a timeout because I was so tired.

He got me water and held me close to him as I rested but I could tell he was still a tightly wound spring. When we started again he fucked me with renewed vigor.

By the time the sun came up I had cum dripping out of every hole, and his handprint firmly established on my asscheek.

And he even made me breakfast again. Honestly, a good fuck and a nice breakfast is a really good deal so he can come over and experience this pussy anytime he likes.