A marathon

I can't stop myself from thinking about my time with Mr Cross two days ago. We fucked most of the time in the back seat of his car, then moved to my apartment after seeing that the space provides limited movement.

I tilt my neck to the right to touch the love bite he left there, still not believing how long we were fucking for. The entire evening, only stopping for food and when that wife of his called.

But even with her expressing considers of him not being home yet, he still spent the night with me. He even woke me up with morning sex. It was as if he was making sure he could get all that he can since she won't be giving it to him.

Even though he was rough and it got painful at times, I still made sure to not run from him, because the smile he had on his face made me know he was enjoying it and I enjoy pleasing him, especially after confirming that his wife doesn't do things like this.

I put on my sneaks, then make sure to see if my outfit is appropriate for the occasion. I am about