All the Little Things

As a single man, I can’t wait for sex (obviously lol), but I also can’t wait for all the little things—all the things that come with sex aside from just intercourse.

I can’t wait to hold her breasts and pinch her hardened nipples.

I can’t wait to slap her ass as I walk by . . . or lift her skirt for more than just a slap.

I can’t wait to wake up in the morning with naked goddess lying next to me, watching her chest rise and fall, or her ass peeking out from under the covers. Or maybe she’ll wake me up after a few strokes of my morning wood. I can think of no better way to wake than for her soft hands running the length of my manhood. I’m sure it could easily turn into a game of who can wake up first, so they can “play” with the other until they’re fully awake.

I can’t wait to learn every inch of her body—how she likes to be touched, how she reacts, what makes her squirm, what makes her cum. To become a student of her body and pleasure. To know her pussy like the back of my hand. To study her folds, to be mesmerized by her lips and how they open for me. To watch her flush with arousal, responding to my touch—her lips getting puffy, her juices flowing, her little clit popping out of its hood. To be able to take her from arousal to orgasm, while watching her body writhe, shake, moan in ecstasy.

I can’t wait for her feminine touch—her hands wrapping around my cock, holding up my balls, and running up and down my abs and chest. To feel her sweet lips that praise the Lord, also wrap around my manhood. To feel her tongue that speaks only life, also run the length of my shaft.

I can’t wait for the stupid, silly, or just different-than-usual things that we might end up doing. Things like seeing how long I can stay inside her without going soft, falling out, cumming, etc. Or running my dick all over her body, from her face, down her back, between her cheeks, along her toes, in between her breasts. Or trying and failing to get our bodies in weird sex positions. Teasing and withholding each other from orgasm. Running my cock head back and forth between her pussy lips before I enter. Taste-testing each other’s juices. Seeing how many times we can go at it in one day. And probably dozens of other things.

So of course, I look forward to sex. But it might surprise you how much I look forward to all the little things too.