OK, I’ll admit it. I think I may be an addict! Not in a bad way though.. I’m not an alcoholic, I don’t smoke or do drugs, I don’t particularly like to gamble, and can’t even realistically call myself a “sex addict” (given my situation! Lol) — though that’s probably at least much closer to being on the right track. No, I’m addicted to Angel, and HER sex! Everything about her, and every way I can help HER to orgasm; I just find myself craving it pretty much all the time!
Last Friday morning before work, Angel and I both woke up slightly before our alarms would start going off. She rolled over and kind of snuggled into me, probably thinking she’d get a few more minutes to snooze before starting her day. I wrapped my arm around and began lightly caressing her ass and upper legs. She said she really needed to get up and use the bathroom, but even so it wasn’t very long at all before she began to spread her legs to let my roaming fingers hit home!
As Angel began to moan and really get into the moment, I could feel myself straining very hard against the tight, unforgiving cage. But truly all I wanted to do was to get HER off! I really couldn’t have cared less about being let out and having an orgasm for myself. I just rode that high right along with Angel through the entire “build-up” process, then got to keep it there right on the edge, FAR beyond how long I’d have ever been able to last on my own accord! Angel seemed like she might have been holding back a tiny bit herself, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible, but really exploded when I said the simple words “Come for me!” And I got to feel all of that too, at least vicariously THROUGH Angel!
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