We stayed along the side of the mansion much longer than I thought we would because even if both of us were spent out of our minds from that first time… we just couldn’t stop touching each other and once that started, it only stopped with us reaching high after high after high.
Over and over again.
Never getting enough of each other. There was always something, always something that felt so good. It was silly, but I was ready to do this forever.
It was a crescendo of pleasures and passion beyond my wildest imagination, and we didn’t seem to want to stop.
Not even when the storm continued around us, drenching us, casting us in darkness with only the occasional light from the lightning strikes.
It’s as if we were catching up on lost time, time from before which we could have used to
