Exploring The Beauty Of Vietnamese Poetry Together

“Hell yeah! “She’s going to eat him alive.” I joke, smiling at the obvious excitement in Sally’s movements and the way she kisses his cheek as they walk. “Don’t talk about that,” he says quietly “I don’t want you to traumatise yourself again bringing it up.”

I place my hand on his chest, reassuring him that I’m OK and continuing when he moves his finger. We don’t mind though, as it’s a good sign our plan is working. “it’s only 5.30.”

“It’s not as comfortable in here without you,” I pat the bed, pouting. “Ohhhhhhh!” it finally clicks, I chuckle slightly. I pant, long and hard as his shaft slides deeper into my bowels. Just do it steadily, I’ll guide you.”

“Ok, ready?” I nod in response and he gingerly starts to pull as I push it out. Andy was extremely understanding, getting me painkillers and hot water bottles to help my cramps and cuddling me or giving me space when I needed him to.