HUNGER & PASSION

"You are a very special woman," Nick said to me on our way to the airport.

"Yes," I agreed.

He chuckled.

"Do you know why I say that?"

"Yes," I said. "I take care of you,"

“How do you know that you take care of me?” he asked smiling.

“I make it my business. I pay attention, and I ask questions,” I said simply. Do I ever fail to ask, “Would you like another blowjob, darling? Are you ready for more pussy, darling? Is there anything you’d like to talk about, darling? Is there anything I can do to add to our happiness, my darling?”

“I could use a blowjob right now,” He said.

I rubbed his bulging crotch. “You need to keep your eyes on the road,”

“Didn’t you just say you’d give me a blowjob if I ask for it and if it will add to our happiness?” he said flashing me a feign I-don’t-know what-the-hell-is going-on look.

I giggled.

“What about my blowjob? He asked.

“You’re not getting it,”

“Ok,” he said. “I’ll let it go this once, but don’t say things that you don’t mean. Besides, I want to talk to you about something,”

He sounds serious.

“I’ve been home for two days, I’m leaving again for a week, and you haven’t complained once,” He said. “You are a very special woman. That or you don’t miss me enough. What’s the deal?”

“I am a special woman who is secure with myself and in us,” I said. “This is your job. What’s there to whine and complain about?”

“Kitten, I’ve been divorced for over ten years and I’ve dated a lot of women who couldn’t deal with my traveling and I wasn’t traveling half as much as I do now. Yet all you want to know is when am I leaving and when am I coming back,”

“You travel. I accept it. Besides, I don’t have time to sit around and pine. I have my career, little C, going to the gym, my friends. You are not my whole life, just an important part of it,”

"So you’re not secretly resentful of me or anything like that, right? Because baby, I love you and I feel guilty that I’m not spending enough time with you,”

“What did we do for the two days that you were home?” I asked.

“I fucked you silly,” He said.

And folks, he did. I got more cock in two days than some people get in six months. We revel in each other. We lounge around naked. We discuss work, kids and politics. We touch and kiss and cuddle and fuck. We fuck and fuck and fuck.

On our way to the airport I was a fulfilled sore pussy, sexually used, satiated woman. He leaves but he comes home to me with hunger and passion and need that he unleashes on me like a storm.

He didn’t know it yet but there was a video on his phone saved as “One for the road” It’s seven minutes of pussy-baring—smut talking—fucking myself with a big fake dick clip. Even on the road, he should be looking at my pussy...I've decided.

When he lands, I will text and tell him it’s there.

Sure, I miss him when he’s gone. But he always comes home to a woman who at first sight rips off his clothes and gives him pussy. Nick loves coming home.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, ten being the highest, how much do you think I lust for you?” he asked me yesterday.
“Ten,” I said with ease.

“Fifteen,” he said.

Let’s just say I have a man who cannot keep hands off me.

The car pulls up at the terminal and I get out of the car. I hug him tightly and place a love kiss on his lips.
“Have a great trip, honey,” I said.

He plants kisses all over my face and neck that makes me giggle. He let go of me and pulls me back to give me more kisses.

He releases me and swats my ass. I get in my car and drive away already anticipating his return.