Not a tear.

B texted me Friday afternoon saying that he was driving (to work the next night, instead of getting a lift) and that he should be able to drop by. I thought it was interesting that he made it sound as if he were coming, rather than lying and saying he wouldn't be able to make it...

at 11.50pm last night, as I was finishing off in the shower, he messaged to say he was on his way. A few minutes later - I guess because I hadn't responded - he sent another message saying "if you want me to."

"Are you kidding." I replied. "I need you."

He arrived about 12.15am. Kissed me hello, but I felt momentarily awkward because of what had transpired over the last 2 weeks, and I didn't know how he would behave... He went to the bathroom, and came back to the kitchen, where Id poured him a glass of water. I was wearing nice black and white lingerie, under a dark blue (he likes blue) net / mesh knitted long top.

We talked for a bit. "You're not going to get all funny on me now are you?" he asked. "Why?" I asked. "Because of what I wrote?" and he said "Yeh". I told him that writing like that is just how I am, and that that was what I wanted to say back at the end of December, but its not really the kind of thing that should be emailed. He said, again, "you got all weird. With the texting and stuff", and I tried to explain that Id been wanting to know for ages, and all of the stuff was like verbal - and here i motioned with my hands like I was vomiting.

I lead him to my bedroom and showed him the photo posters Id had made up for my birthday party a few weeks back. We had a chuckle going through those. Got my shoes down from the cupboard that I wore on my birthday because I knew hed like them... "put them on" he said, so I did, and kept them on. Showed him a few gifts Id received, including this purple coloured jewelery set. Told him that while it was thoughtful that Id received this present, whoever gave it to me clearly didn't know me that well because I hate purple. "Blehgh" I said, doing a mock shudder. I was so pleased my little plan to include the piece of info (that I dont like the colour purple) in to the conversation worked. (A day or two earlier, his wife had changed her profile picture on the social network site, and in it she looks quite lovely, but her dress is purple. Ive never liked purple, and now i like it even less). I even managed to comment on the fact that one of my gifts was given by a friend who knows a friend of his (and I told him who).

I sat him down on the bed, and straddled him, while my shoes were still on. I swear, even just thinking about him, and his kisses now, my breath still catches.

After all this time, some of the sex is a little predictable, but having said that, there is always something new added, whether its a different position, or the way he comes or whatever.

This time, he undressed me first, and while I was on all fours on the bed, he was feeling me, and kissing my back and arse. Finally I got to undress him too, and now, we always joke about the socks and whether they should stay on or not. :) I asked him if my boobs felt better now (not as rigid) and he said "yeah, they're a lot better now".

As he undressed, he was sitting on the bed, and I kissed him everywhere...

He lay down, and I straddled him again, and he entered me. After a few seconds, he asked "Do you have anything?". "Yeah," I breathed. He was referring to a condom, but I couldn't get up to get it. "Stop doing that then" I said, because it felt too good to leave. I got it out of my draw, and because he was laying on the bed, I leaned over him, and kissed him slowly, upside down. I felt down his body, and grabbed his dick, and let him kiss my boobs. It felt really good kissing him this way. He put on the condom while I continued kissing and feeling, and then i came around the right way, and straddled him again. We tried a few usual positions, and then he pulled himself over my face for a little bit, while I lay beneath, and I felt him all over, with my mouth not far away, ready to catch the juice. I loved looking up in to his eyes, both us with a little smile, and every now and then Id replace his hand with my mouth. And tried to push away the thoughts of his wife...

He turned me around again, doggy style, and we watched each other in the mirror. So sexy. Then, he pulled out, took the condom off, and I knew he was going for my arse. He's not that big, so thats the only reason I can do it...it felt great, and he asked if it was okay if he came there, and I said yes. And seconds later I heard his moaning. MMmmm.

He had quick shower, and then I did. I popped on a cute singlet and boxer short outfit id been given for my birthday, and he liked it.

He was at the kitchen sink having another water, and I cuddled him from behind, then asked to have a sip of his drink. We cuddled again, and I held on a bit longer. I was about to get teary, when he said, "You're not going to get all teary on me now are you?" and I pulled away and said
""No. I'm a big girl now. Ill be fine." and made the motion with my fingers as if I zipped my lips and threw away the key".

"You know I love to stay, right?" and I nodded. "I would" he said. "Id love to stay if I could". ""I know. I know" I told him.

A few steps down the hall way, he said, "So, Ill see you soon, right". "Yep," I said. "For sure".

So much for me (remember my text saying that this Saturday was meant to be like a anniversary send off, and one last night??) - or even him for that matter - ending it!

I followed him out to the front door, my hands on his bum. He turned back to me and said "That was bloody great, you know. Bloody great". "I do know," I replied. "Thats why I have you back here". And he gave me a quick kiss again, and walked away.

Down my drive way, I remembered that its his birthday next Saturday, which marked the actual year anniversary of our first time having sex. So I bounced after him, and asked him what he was doing for his birthday. He has 'everyone' coming over before work. He didn't say, but I probably wont see him then, because he'll be drinking and be getting a lift for sure. So I simply said "Happy birthday for next week then" and kissed him again on the lips. "thank you." he said.

And in his car, he stuck his arm out the window to wave goodbye as he drove away, which he doesn't normally do.

I'm very proud of myself. Not a tear was shed.