Relationships aren’t always rosy. There will be bad days as there will be good days.
The beauty of it is to know how to navigate the not so good days. Bad times do not mean the relationship is bad.
As humans we all have our low moments. The essence of a relationship is to be with someone who recognises that you can’t always be at your best.
Still it doesn’t mean love should take a rain check on such days. A good partner is one who is supportive even when the other person seems unlovable.
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Keeping in mind that a relationship is a partnership, so it won’t always be about you. This does not mean you should lose yourself in a relationship. Your needs and desires matter and should be catered for. A mutual investment in a relationship is what makes it successful.
Micheal and I have a peculiar relationship so it is important to keep communication alive even when we’re not together physically. Since he’s been back though, we have been doing more of fucking than talking.
On a lovely Saturday evening, I was feeling a little low and unconsciously I kept to myself, but Michael had a way of drawing me out of my shell. He started with some small talk but soon realised I wasn’t really interested. He whispered something into my ears and I smiled. He had succeeded in catching my attention.
He started to massage my feet, which is something that always relaxes me. Then he started to lick my toes one after the other. It is amazing how sexually stimulating this can be for me.
Michael spread my legs apart, sprinkled some of the honey that was by the bedroom table on my coochie. He licked me from my thighs up to my pussy, making sloppy wet sounds.
He parted my vaginal lips, licked between the folds, then flicked his tongue on my clitoris. I was dripping wet and needed that sugar stick.
I tried to hold his head down, but he held my hands to the side, stood over me, got out his dick and stuck it in my mouth. I took it all in, sucking it like a lollypop. Michael fucked my mouth and emptied his juice down my throat.
He wasn’t finished though and neither was I. He kissed me long and hard on the lips, tasting his own juice in my mouth. He was hard as rock.
He mounted me missionary style, raising both my legs. Michael’s thrusts were deep and fast. He moaned softly, calling me his sweet baby. I revelled in that, moving my waist to his rhythm.
I supported my legs with my hands, keeping them up and taking in the sweet dick. I came twice before Michael finally poured his remaining juice in me.
We nestled in each other’s arms and had the conversation that was long overdue. Afterwards we took a shower together and freshened up.
Michael took me to a nice restaurant for dinner. Needless to say my mood improved afterwards.
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