I am crazy for you, and you know it. We "met" online, intending to become friends with shared interests. Instead, you ignited a spark within me that consumes me. I'm not quite sure how it happened, though I remember right away feeling like I could share anything with you. I remember the moment I realized I had your phone number, after my phone linked you through Facebook. The internal battle of whether or not I should contact you. Of course, I couldn't stay away. You drew me like a magnet. I sent the first text, and you responded. Every text brought us closer together.
In many ways, we are not well suited. People would never imagine us having anything in common, or any reason to be together. The age difference alone makes it hard for some to understand. What we share isn't something that can be seen by others. We have the same wants, the same needs. A primal lust that rips through us, and makes us into something else. Something most people don't understand or can't handle. We want love and romance, but we also want intimacy in its raw, primal state. We want to explore sexuality to its fullest and test our limits with each other as well as others. I can't wait to finally meet you and run my fingers through that curly hair I love so much. I need to feel you, to taste you, to breathe you into me.
My whole body is on fire, anxious and aroused, as I'm making my way to you. The drive is just over an hour, but it feels like forever as the minutes tick by slowly. I have managed to get away for the weekend to have a movie marathon and play Kinect with a "friend". Of course, you are my friend so it's technically true. Every song that's on the radio is making me think of you. I'm already wishing you lived closer so it would be easier for us to get together. Finally, I pull up to your apartment building and take a moment to let it all soak in. I'm really here. I'm finally going to meet the man that makes my blood boil. I only hope you want me as badly as I want you. There's only one way to find out. I grab my bags for the weekend and start my journey towards your apartment. One last time, I check the address and I knock.
You are smiling as you open the door and invite me in. I set my bags down. I take your hands in mine and pull you towards me, leaning my head into your chest. I want to feel you close to me more than anything.
"I've been waiting so long for this," I murmur into your shoulder.
"Yes, me too," you whisper.
We stand there enjoying the closeness a few moments. Feeling our hearts beating against each other and the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I pull back a little and look up at you. Those lips I have wanted to kiss for so long are finally in my range. I reach up to run my fingers through your hair and I pull you down to me. Our lips finally meet, and already my tongue is ready to explore and taste every bit of you. I moan and gently bite down on your lip and give it a tug as a giggle escapes me.
"I see someone is feeling frisky today," you say with a huge grin.
"You make me feel much more than frisky, baby," I whimper, "You make me absolutely naughty."
"Naughty?" you ask.
"Oh yes, very naughty," I reply, "I've been a very bad girl."
"You know that bad girls need to be punished, don't you?" you respond, "maybe a good spanking will teach you a lesson."
Already, my panties are sopping from the anticipation of our meeting and our playful banter. I nod my head, unable to speak. You lead me into the living room and gently push me on all fours in front of the futon. Sitting down, you flip up my skirt, revealing my lacy black thong. I gasp as the cooler air hits my ass.
