She said that to me today. Or in the late late hours of yesterday.
She says I have blown her mind to the point that she tells me I'm her greatest lover so far.
She says she has come harder than ever before, and way more often and even though I go way longer than most girls enjoy, she never tires.
We spend hours every day we get to spend together wrapped up in each others arms.
We kiss
and caress
and climax
and cuddle
And some nights are different. Some nights she wants blood, sweat. She needs my hand around her throat. Not to get where she needs to go, but to get there along another path.
She sasses me, being intentionally suggestive about others, so I'll hold her down, tier her up.
Some nights she wants the sharps through her inner thighs, she craves the overwhelming sensitivity for a half hour, or so, before I even touch her. Then every touch is electric, stimulating to the point of bliss
She has soaked the bedclothes, she has peaked until hot tears of joy exploded from her eyes. She has been so overstimulated until she lost the gift of speech.
Tonight she blacked out. Perhaps it was holding her breath to try and keep her roommate from hearing, maybe it was the position. Whatever the reason, she lost consciousness, pitched head-first onto her dresser, bashing her pretty skull and shoulder into my laptop, the dresser, it's pull handles, and finally the floor.
She was back in seconds, and has no idea what happened, and why I've chosen to have sex on the floor (I didn't, gravity chose that)
And she's worried we'll "plateau", and WHEN that will happen.
I told her, this is just me. Just how I am, and I'm unlikely to change, ever... so long as she's still into me