Strong

You intrigued me from the first moment I saw you. Tall and in shape, your arms and chest covered in tattoos, you were the exact opposite of any boy I had ever dated before. We had our first conversation on a Thursday, and by Friday you were coming home with me, both of us a bit tipsy, and we had a wonderful time. I knew you were for me when you slipped a finger up my ass as you were playing with my pussy.

After that, a few days later, when we were urgently making out on my living room couch, and you spanked my ass, I was sure. You apologized for it, and I was confused. Why apologize for something I liked? I said as much, and that was that. Your strong arms and big hands were perfect for me.

You would grab my hair, from the back of my head, pulling me and pushing me where you wanted. The feel of your strong grip, you fingers tangled in my hair, was sexy beyond belief, and I loved it. It was especially wonderful when you were pushing my head down onto your cock, holding it deep in my throat for a few seconds, and then pulling my head up to let me have a break, only to push it down again. I trusted you to not hurt me, and you didn't. I wanted you to push my mouth down onto your cock, I wanted that feeling of almost gagging but not, because you held me still and kept me in place.

I liked it when I would be sucking on your cock and you would have your fingers in my cunt. You were so strong, almost lifting my body up from the force of slamming in and out. It was so incredibly sexy that I would almost be unable to concentrate on your blow job, but I managed. I loved to see you happy when I was finished.

It was an amazing month, and I will miss you.