I know I am being foolish, but his touch took me by surprise. It feels good. Familiar. So I went with it. Now hearing him say he doesn’t feel hungry for food, I know exactly what he means. I am wanting so much more than food. Thoughts of him have taken over my mind. Memories of the things we have done… the feel of his touch… how he can make me feel… and then the moment I saw the fabric of his trousers straining around his hardness, and he made it more than clear that it was simply through thinking of me, my heart was in turmoil. The mention of the things he had been thinking allowed my mind to wander even further.
I think I want him. Though, if I allowed myself to be honest, I don’t think I ever stopped wanting him, I had just forced myself to stop being with him. Knowing it was the righ
