Suzanne Portnoy

I should be taking notes, jotting down bits of dialogue, being creative.  Instead, all I want to do is lie back with my legs in the air, having sweet nothings whispered in my ear as I’m being completely indulged and greedy.  Rarely have I had a lover quite so experienced and attuned to my sensibilities.  One minute he is demanding that I keep my hands firmly gripped to the bedposts, not moving until he says so and the next he is completely submissive to my desire.  Now my head is filled with memories of the night we just spent together and what he has in store for me.  Last night I woke up craving his touch.  My head feels like cotton wool.