Birthday Sex

With bated breath, she awaited his return from work knowing full well that her birthday present would be more than just a gift wrapped in a piece of paper. She could already feel his touch and moves to every imaginary tickle. The anticipation ran through her veins like heated blood as she sweats like it's summer 2013. She heard a familiar beep. A text was received.

"Drink lots of fluids, I have plans for you tonight." it read.

At the same time, with a smile, she took up a piece of his clothing left on the sofa and the smell of him got her instantly wet. Her calm smile transformed into a wide grin. Weak, from the sofa to the bed she tried to reach. Weak, she had to sit to reply;

"My desires are slowly dripping, I can hardly wait for you to return to my arms, my love."

She tried sleeping to pass the time but there was no sleep in sight. She tried Sudoku which wasn't adding up. She glanced at the phone a million times but there was no reply. She texted him again;

"My body is aching for you, my love."

Still, there was no reply. She visited the kitchen having no desire to cook yet she lit the stove and boiled an egg. It seemed like it took a year for her to finish removing the shell; all the while looking at the phone, checking the signal strength and her data service although she was using WIFI. Still, there was no reply. She text again;

"I want you here, I'm open to be played with. Please come and play with me like only you know how to."

She wandered around the house aimlessly. After taking a long shower, she checked the clock which showed six hours before his shift was scheduled to be completed. She was so turned, so hot, so annoyed, so wet, that she had to shower again. She continued to ignore the phone thinking her man was too busy to reply. She felt the urge to text him again, she realised that he had texted twice while she was taking a shower.

"Just prepare yourself to be pushed to the limit with or without your permission." The first text read.

"I'll be giving you all the heavenly pain you want to transform into pleasure."

While reading, her mouth betrayed her quietness and she moaned unexpectedly aloud as if she was pleasuring herself.

"Hard thrusts, deep hot and wet for that tightness." Reads another message from him.

That third text had her on edge. So much so that she cracked a fingernail unknowingly, squeezing the phone too hard. She had no response to what her man had texted so she sat and looked at the screen blankly. Every letter typed got erased and for hours she was unable to complete a reply.

A series of texts were received about three hours before his shift ended.

"You are perfect for me."

"I will always want you."

"I need you more than you will even know."

"There will never be enough of your love or your loving."

"I got off early, will be there in a few."

"Get ready because I'm taking you out."

She went to shower again and quickly returned to start getting her clothes on when there was a knock on the door. He had reached home. She was so excited she couldn't move towards the door. It was when he knocked again and again that she came out of the daze walked to the door and opened it half dressed. He walked in and kissed her on the cheek then headed to shower. No words were exchanged. She continued dressing knowing that she would still be done after him anyway.

Stepping out of the bathroom naked with only a blue towel marked HERS, she looked at him and questioned why he was using it. He dropped it and walked towards her hurriedly. She screamed out, as he lifted her up from the back and kissed her on the neck and down to her bare shoulders. He then swirled her slowly to position her lips firmly against his. She climbed him like a tree with legs wrapped around him so tight she could bend herself over and allow him to pull her bra from the front. She pulled herself up to position her breasts towards his face to his delight. As he started to kiss on them, soft, sweet, seductive moans came from her coupled with a grinding action which made it seem as if her legs were tied around him.

As he laid her on the bed he could feel her fingers digging into his back as she asked for more. "My breasts are awake," she said, "And 'Praises' need more joy," Praises was the name that she had given to her vagina since she was a teenager. "Throw me against the pillows and force yourself inside me," she demanded of him but he was not listening to her. He was doing her greatness and she was reacting to greatness. She gripped his neck and forced him downwards. "Water levels high babes", he murmured and forced himself up.

She felt a little fear as he entered Praises thrusting in rhythm like a Pantomime. Kisses rained upon his lips. Upon his sweaty body, she left her fingerprints as the marks created in the moment stared at her while she relaxed and tensed to the rhythm of the passion being exerted. She could taste his sweat upon her lips as his body got closer to hers. His racing heart she could now hear and feel as it palpitated inside his chest and then in tandem with hers.

They moved from the bed. He pushed her against the wall where they engaged in a sexual Slow Dance position. They breathe rapidly. His strokes were as the same; pleasurable, hard and fast, deep and sweet as she described it in a moanful undertone. "Close your eyes love, let the feeling resonate," he said as he sank himself deep inside her with pride. He knew the ways to make her orgasm and instantly created another as she moaned for the pleasure and basked in the delectable pain. She was flat out on her back after she got what she expected and more but he was not done yet.

After she returned to the bathroom for her fourth shower of the day, he took the time to text her;

"My search is complete, my body, my heart and my mind belong to you, sex with you is wonderful and it is you whom I crave now and for eternity."

The date never happened. Instead, they spent the rest of the afternoon and night inflicting wounds of pleasure against each other.