Anticipation

My favorite days are the ones when I wake up and know that I'm going to get thoroughly and expertly fucked. It's a super-happy-number-one feeling. I become more aware of a good lather in the shower, and of how soft my skin will feel as I put on my scented lotion. I walk taller. I love my curves, knowing he will love them soon.

Then there are the moments leading up to the intimacy. We pause, looking at the scenery wherever we are. Then he looks at me lingeringly. He says, "We should go." And I know what he is feeling, already getting hard. He slowly plays with my hair as we drive, or gently strokes my thigh. He barely has to touch me; the anticipation drives me wild.

Sometimes it's hot and hard, sometimes it's tender and slow. Sometimes I don't orgasm. Sometimes it's savage.

Always it is joyful.