Best Friend

A true account of a long ago threesome.

It seems to happen at about the same time every month, a few days before my period I become a little more aroused than usual, I can't keep my hands off Michael and every time we are together, I am finding my way to his cock. But sometimes...it is even worse than that!

Yesterday I was so horny, I found out I was going to have the next two weeks off from work and I knew Michael was going to be home all day. I called early but he didn't call me back. I was trying to recall if he had plans, I didn't know of any. Maybe he was working out early today. As 2:00 approached I was starting to get a little worried. Finally, at almost 3:00 p.m. he called me. We ended up talking on the phone for a while, and as it got to be close to 4:00 I asked if I could see him. He said sure, but no sex, he knew my nature and that it wouldn't be unlike me to try and get a quickie in, he just loved teasing me about my incessant horniness. I let out a little giggle and told him I wasn't sure anyway, I was still in my pajama’s, and I didn't know if I should even bother, I could only stay until 5:00 and as it was I still had to get ready for him. But I knew even ten minutes in his arms would be heaven, so I set about getting ready.

He had mentioned to me in passing on the phone that, while he liked me wearing dresses around him so that my pussy was always at his disposal, he sometimes wondered what I would look like in jeans. I decided that since we weren't going to have sex anyway, I would let him see.

I had already showered so it really didn't take me too long to get ready. I pulled my hair back on the sides and clipped it with a silver clip in the back, I didn't think Michael would object since it was still mostly loose. I sprayed it down in places, it was a little wild from being wrapped in a towel all morning. I applied my make-up quickly, keeping it simple and basic, just one shade of eye shadow, a little blush, and of course lip stick. I looked up and felt excited to be going there knowing I couldn't fuck him, the fact I couldn't have him made me want him even more...but for once, I was just enjoying the intense feeling of want and not thinking about satisfying it and making it go away! I wanted to savor it.

I went into my room and slid on some stockings; I had been wanting to show him my suede high heel boots, but I only wear them with jeans. I put my favorite dark blue Eddie Bauer jeans on. I thought about wearing underwear, I usually do if I am in shorts or jeans, but I decided against it. I sat on the bed and laced up my boots, pulling the thin black laces tight. I put my bra on and then grabbed a little blue T-shirt that was cut a little low in the front and slipped it over my head. It tickled a little as it passed my nipples, and I could see that they were fully erect. I wanted Michael so badly. I went down the stairs, almost running...I was so anxious to see him.

I drove over to his house and he greeted me, he was almost surprised to see me, he didn't think I was going to come over since we only had 30 minutes. But I just needed to be in his presence. I sat on the bed, he worked on his computer, and we talked about politics and life. It was nice, but all the while, my pussy dripped wetness for him. I laid on the bed on my side, resting my head in my hand, smiling and thinking about how much I wanted him. I didn't say anything though, I was determined to endure this want and not be weakened by it.

When it was time for me to go, he walked me downstairs and kissed me on the cheek. I was proud that I had been able to maintain my composure. Later on, when we talked on the phone, I had a little more trouble concealing my desire. I told him that I wanted him badly, I begged him to come over to my apartment later, to lay beside me, hold me, talk, and of course fuck me. But he refused my pleas. He said we would see each other tomorrow and have more time then.

I got online to check my mail and visit with some of my admirers :o) and ended up talking to him again. I was still going on about him coming over, and how horny I was, how badly I wanted him! He instructed me to go into Yahoo chat, into the Dungeon, and offer myself up as a complete slut and ask to be fucked and used by a stranger. The idea was so exciting to me! I had never gone into that particular room. I had thought about it but never had the nerve. I asked if he was there already and he said no, but then the idea that he could go there and watch me be used and abused turned us completely on! While I don't really like to cyber, the idea of being done in that fashion did appeal to me, especially while my Master looked on. I tried and tried to log in, to no avail. For some reason Yahoo hates me these days. For an hour I tried frantically to get into chat but couldn't. I finally gave up and we talked on the phone again. Now, both of us were turned on by this fantasy we had been unable to fulfill. I now felt even more charged sexually, but I was also growing tired. It was close to 2:00 a.m. and I had things to do the next day. So we said our goodbyes and I imagined what tomorrow would bring as I masturbated myself to a calming orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

Tomorrow brought a whole new level of horniness. I was chomping at the bit to get to my lover from the moment I awoke. I had a meeting at 11:30 and hoped it would be out by 1:00, that would give us four hours or so. I got dressed for my meeting, actually for my Master. I wore a little blue dress with no panties and my high heel white strappy sandals. I applied full make-up and did my hair nicely for him. I was feeling anxious when I got to the meeting, but as the minute hand rolled into the 1:00 hour and then on to 2:00 I felt a constant desire to flee! I just wanted to get to Michael! When I was finally able to leave, I was completely on fire, my pussy was beginning to moisten...it was time to get rid of the want.

I rang his doorbell and listened, I could hear him coming down the stairs to open the door for me. He looked happy to see me, I could smell the Obsession on him and wanted to bury my face in his neck. I kissed him when I came in the door and took of my shoes. He held my hand as we went upstairs and I laid down on the bed. We talked and he showed me some cool pictures and a story he had received from one of his favorite sites...Cum in my wife. I read the story out loud to him as he lay on the bed, and we looked at pictures of this woman's pussy glistening with fresh cum. It was all I needed. I got up on the bed and started rubbing his back and neck. I worked his muscles with my fingers, squeezing and rubbing and then made a fist and began grinding into him, trying to work out any tension he was holding in his back. We continued to talk but I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted him. Knowing that kissing his ear is a great way to get things started, I leaned down over his shoulder as I worked my hand into his lower back and began kissing his ear lobe. I bit him softly and took it between my lips, it was a sign to him of what I was after, and he smiled when he told me he really wasn't horny. I studied his face; I never knew if Michael was kidding or not when he said he didn't want sex. He often teases and torments me, withholding his cock from me until I am squirming and beside myself with desire, and then gives me the hardest fuck of my life...but other time he leaves me in that tortured state until the next time we are together. I felt my heart sink a little, wondering and worrying that this might be his plan today, but I resolved that I was going to have his cock. I was just going to have to work a little harder than usually to secure a good fucking for my pussy.

I got off his back and we snuggled on the bed, I was sprawled out behind him, molding my legs against him, and rubbing his bare back, it was nice. I was teasing him about fucking me, trying to see if he was serious or not but I was enjoying just lying next to him and touching his body without necessarily having his cock in my pussy, mouth, or ass. I still feel sometimes as if he is too good to be true, as if he isn't real and he will just disappear...so touching him reminds me he is flesh and bone, and I am his. He got up to go to the bathroom and I seized the opportunity. I reached around my back and unfastened my bra and in one swift move took my dress and bra off and threw them on the floor. When he came back into the room, I was laying naked on his bed, except for a sexy grin of course.

He smiled and laughed a little. He was still finishing his sentence from the conversation he carried out of the bathroom, almost pretending he wasn't going to acknowledge that I was naked, I always feel a sense of wonder and mystery at what he is thinking at any given moment. Then he grabbed the pillows and began arranging them at the end of the bed. I knew that meant he was going to eat my pussy. I was certainly not going to protest; I love the way Michael works my pussy with his tongue. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me up onto the pillows, my pussy displayed for him against the red of the cases...begging to be licked and teased. The bulk of the pillows brought my pussy up high enough for him to comfortably go after my clit and work me into a wonderful orgasm. Michael is the only man who has ever eaten my pussy until I came, for a while I didn't even think I could reach an orgasm through oral sex. He began working my clit hard and fast, but I was secretly craving his hard cock the whole time. It took me longer to cum than usual and I felt almost glad when I had...I love to be fucked after I cum and I crawled up next to Michael on the bed and began nuzzling him, I reached my hand down and began playing with his cock. He was still acting aloof with me and I was feeling very frustrated. We began talking, I was telling him about some of the chatting I had been doing online. Something I said inspired him...he directed me to suck his cock! I was so excited; I eagerly went down between his legs to start working my tongue over his cock. He felt so good in my mouth and the entire time I was running my tongue over his cock and felt it passing between my lips, I was thinking of it filling my pussy, buried deep inside me, him pounding into me as he thrust hard and fast using me like the little slut I am. I sucked on his cock for a little while and then crawled up to his mouth, dragging my pussy up to his now fully erect cock, my juices dampen the length of it! I was stunned when he said "No, I want to cum in your mouth." I am sure the disappointment was visible on my face. I did as I was told of course and went back down to his cock but I was having a hard time staying focused. I wanted him inside me so badly, I kept stopping and looking up at him, sometimes pleading...all he said was "Come on…do your job," with that teasing little smile, I knew he was tormenting me. I almost resented my lack of self-control; I knew it fed his desire to hold back on me and I could tell by the twinkle in his eye he was thoroughly enjoying my yearning. I wished that I could conceal my desire for him, but it was uncontrollable. I felt dizzy with passion, my pussy ached to be filled.

Then the phone rang. It startled me and on the second ring I had a wild thought. Michael seemed to be ignoring the irritating thing which now seemed unusually loud to me. But on the third ring Michael seemed to have a sudden renewed interest.

"That could be David" he said and jumped off the bed.

I had been thinking the same thing from the moment the phone began its alarming ring. Michael had talked about me fucking David before but there was always a hesitation, after all, it was his best friend, and no one wanted things to get weird. I started thinking about David and all the things Michael and I had talked about, the different ways he would like to see David fucking me. How he fantasized about me walking over to David sitting in the living room, without saying a word, crawling on all fours and positioning myself between his legs, removing his cock from his pants and pulling it into my mouth, feeling it get hard as my tongue caressed it, looking up at him with my wanton eyes. If it was David, there were endless possibilities and part of me almost hoped it was.

He carried the phone in his hand. "Just salespeople hun. I wish it had been David, I would have told him to come over and fuck you." he said smiling down at me.

I smiled back at him.

"Would you have liked that?" he asked.

"You know I would, you know how much I love to fuck."

"Do you want me to call him? I could you know. If he is free I know he would come over." he looked at me in all seriousness.

"Yes. Call him." I said. There was no hesitation, we had talked about it before, and I was so hungry for Michael's cock to be buried in my pussy. I was afraid that he wouldn't fuck me now, that he would get his enjoyment watching me rage out of control with desire and he would cum in my mouth, leaving my pussy aching until the next time we could be together. But I knew deep down how much it turned him on to see me with other men, I knew that his desire for me would become overwhelming when David began fucking me. I was sure that the sight of David between my legs fucking me, or better yet, kneeling behind me giving it to me hard had fast, would make my used, cum soaked pussy irresistible to Michael and he would forget all about my mouth!

I went back to work on Michael's cock as he dialed. I was having a hard time keeping the grin off my face as I heard him ask for David. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Are you getting ready for work?"

"Michelle's here." he told David, with a hint of something more, his breathing sounded heavy as I ran my lips hungrily over his cock.

"She is really horny. Do you want to fuck her?" he asked.

I knew the answer when I heard him say..."OK, hurry, she has to leave at 5:00. OK. Hurry. Bye."

He clicked off the phone and I felt so much love inside my heart for him. That he would call his best friend when he knew I needed a hard, kinky, erotic fuck. I felt such appreciation and dedication to him. I would suck his best friends cock so good, I knew he had talked to him about me and I was eager to show David that I was all that Michael had claimed. I continued sucking Michael's cock and began the eager wait, I looked up at him as I moved up and down over his cock, watching the pleasure and excitement spread over his face, I imagined he was thinking of what would happen when David arrived and was happy to see his desire and excitement become as intense as mine.

I was a little nervous, I have to admit. The fact is, I had never met David. I knew a little about him, but I didn't know what to expect. Michael told me he had a large cock and that he would probably be wearing a beard. I knew he was in his 40's and I figured he was in fairly good shape since he worked out with Michael and has a fairly physical job.

I went to the window to look for his car when I heard the knock at the door. I jumped with excitement. I ran in and laid down on the bed, my body spread languidly across the bed spread. I felt a renewed sense of confidence and smiled sexily as they walked into the room.

Michael introduced us. "David......., my girlfriend, Michelle. Michelle......., my best friend, David." We smiled and I let out a little giggle.

"Nice to meet you, I have heard a lot about you." I shook his hand, as if we were meeting for an interview. It was a little odd for me, but I tried to imagine it from his side. It isn't every day that your best friend invites you over to fuck his 24-year-old, naked girlfriend.

Michael said he would leave us alone so we could get "acquainted" and David didn't hesitate. He got on the bed and began kissing me. He slid a finger down between my leg and moaned, "Oh god!" as he slid a finger into my wet pussy. He seemed impressed at the amount of moisture he found there. I was drenched from my orgasm and the pleasure I had taken from sucking Michael's cock; I am sure he realized at that moment just how badly I wanted to fuck. He was touching my breasts and quickly went to explore them with his mouth. He was biting them slowly...taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling off ever so slowly, it sent a needle like pain through my breast and yet felt erotically pleasurable.

He seemed eager to fuck me, he knew it was what I really wanted. He began removing his clothes...first his shirt and then his shorts. I sat on the bed waiting anxiously for him to undo his belt and show his cock so I could take it into my mouth. As soon as he had his pants open, I took his cock greedily between my lips. I was impressed by the mouth full of pre-cum that poured into my mouth when I began sucking him. He had a very large head. The rim of it was so pronounced, it seemed to jut out from the shaft almost a quarter inch and I imagined what it would feel like moving in and out of my pussy. I sucked his cock for quite a while, he seemed to enjoy my mouth caressing his cock. I could feel his legs shaking under my touch and I knew he was nervous.

I stopped sucking his cock and we began kissing again. His mouth seemed tighter than Michael's and it took me some getting used to, feeling his mouth pressing down on mine. As I laid back on the bed, he forced his cock inside me. He pushed that large head into my pussy and fell on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head. I was shocked at his aggressiveness, but it felt good, and I allowed myself to enjoy it.

He began moving on top of me, forcing his cock in and out of my pussy. It felt nice, I could feel that big ridge stroking my pussy, rubbing inside of me. Michael had warned me that David loved to fuck hard, and I loved feeling him pound away at me, he was making short forceful thrusts toward me, giving me a taste of the kind of fuck I wanted. But then he stopped, he decided to pull me to the edge of the bed and lick my pussy. He did not know that I had been eaten to orgasm only a half an hour earlier but I was curious to see how he would be at this task.

He fingered my pussy and began licking around my lips. I could feel his beard rubbing all over my soft pussy and it felt very different from Michael's gentle touches which I have grown so accustomed. He went to my clit and latched on so quick and hard that it made me catch my breath. He was sucking and tugging at my clit which was not something I was used to, but it felt very nice. He nibbled a little with his teeth and I gasped for air, it hurt a little, but in a nice way...you know the way. He was really going after my pussy with his mouth, licking around with his tongue and working my clit. But I was growing impatient. We had asked him there to fuck me and that is what I wanted. I could tell that he was hoping to make me cum which I didn't think I could do again anyway, even if I had wanted to, which I didn't. I sat up on my elbows and expressed my desire, "Stop..............I want your cock." It came out of my lips in an almost animal like tone, something which rarely overtakes me.

He seemed slightly reluctant to give up his task, but I was determined to get the fuck I needed. I dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs and began sucking his cock, I received an instant load of pre-cum, it tasted very nice, not bitter, a little sweet actually. His cock felt so nice in my mouth, running my tongue over the head, and feeling his thick base grow and swell in my mouth. I could see that his nerves were on edge, his legs still shaking and the sweat pouring off his body made it evident.

I told him to lay down on the bed. He laid back and I started sucking his cock nice and slow...taking my time to rub up and down. Using a little more pressure, I squeezed it between my lips and almost pushed it in and out of my mouth that way. He sat up and I could feel his cock becoming hard and attentive. I tilted my head, so my hair was draped over my right shoulder. I wanted him to watch me suck his cock and be able to see the enjoyment I was getting from doing it.

As his cock began to fill my mouth more and more and become rigid, he pulled it from my mouth and told me to get on the bed, I got on all fours in front of him. He pushed inside me and began fucking me doggie style, grabbing my hips, and thrusting his cock hard inside me, forcing it deeper and deeper. He slid his cock out of my pussy and sat on the edge of the bed again. I took his cock in my hand and began rubbing it up and down, pressing it against my chest in the cleft between my breasts. I was kissing him and he was touching my face, his fingers pressing my hair against my cheek, it felt so erotic and I began moaning softly. His hard cock felt so nice in my hand while his tongue explored my mouth. I bent my head and lowered my mouth onto him, giving him another taste of my soft lips then stopped to begin stroking it, pressing it into my chest and rubbing up and down again, feeling the ripples in his cock against my smooth breasts. Kissing him again and feeling my nipples grow taught as he pinched them between his fingers. I lowered my mouth one more time, feeling his hard cock in my mouth, my tongue taking long strokes over the length of it. I got back up on my knees and rubbed him a little more with my hand and then he was ready to fuck me again.

He grabbed my shoulders and guided me to all fours on the floor by the bed. I could see Michael watching us from the doorway. I smiled up at him as David pushed his cock inside me. It felt so good, the head of his cock and that ridge moving inside me was the kind of pleasure I had been imagining since Michael began talking about what a hard fuck David was. He slid his cock out of my pussy again, and I began stroking and sucking once more, tasting my juices on his cock mixed with his tasty pre-cum, it was very erotic. Then he began pressing on my shoulders, laying me back on the floor, he pushed inside me again, and grabbed ahold of my hands, pinning them above my head once more. He was now drenched in sweat and seemed embarrassed every time one of the salty beads dropped down on to my soft neck or face.

I yelled to Michael to please grab us a towel. He came in and grabbed one out of the closet while David stayed perched on top of me still. I took the towel and dried David's chest and face. His cock remained inside me but as Michael kidded with us and I began to giggle, I pushed David's cock out of my pussy. Michael left the room, but I knew I was running out of time, I had to leave soon. I started rubbing David's cock and told him I had to get going...but we would have to do it again sometime.

I found my dress and pulled it over my head, I knew I had to be going soon but I was still wildly horny. As I walked into the living room, David went into the bathroom, and I met Michael's hungry mouth in the living room. He kissed me deeply, I could still taste David's cum and my pussy in my mouth, coating my tongue and lingering on my soft lips. I was sure Michael could smell the sweet aroma, the mixture of David's sweet cum and my lovely juices moved between us as our tongues explored one another’s mouths and I became crazy with desire. I whispered to Michael softly, sucking on his ear and taking it gently between my teeth, unable to conceal my neediness "I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck me while he watches."

Michael seemed to be turned on by my blazon request and began kissing me deeper and harder on the mouth, reaching his hand down between my legs and feeling the moisture that was still dripping from my waiting pussy. He pushed me down onto my knees and forced his cock into my eager mouth. I looked up at him in awe, admiration, love, respect, and desire...I felt so overwhelmed by my feelings and my craving for him. I pulled off his cock and looked up and mouthed to him to "fuck me" but he said no, "do your job".

I began sucking again and felt panicked at the idea that he still might not fuck me. His dominant nature seems prone to denying my requests as a form of sadistic torture, I never knew what to expect from Michael. While it frustrated me at times, it also made me even more wild with desire and filled me with a kind of wild apprehension and fear when I was in his presence! I don't know if that was his plan today, but it was certainly the effect!

I was a good little slut and sucked him for a few minutes but then felt a sudden reckless urge overtook me and I removed my lips from his cock and tried to stand. I was greeted almost immediately by Michaels strong hands on my shoulders, he pushed me down hard...I fell back to my knees quickly and saw my Master staring down at me, telling me, with his powerful gaze, that I better start SUCKING! I took Michael's cock back into my mouth and resumed my constant caresses, feeling a little disappointed in my blatant disobedience.

I startled when I suddenly felt David's fingers suddenly sliding inside my pussy. I hadn't noticed but David had come out of the bathroom, kneeling behind me on the floor but my body responded, moving up on my knees higher, making myself more easily accessible to his probing hand. He was working my pussy again from behind as I sucked Michael's cock. It turned me on so much, I began moaning softly, I loved the feeling of both of them touching me...Michael in my mouth, David in my pussy...and then, as David began rubbing my asshole as he slid his fingers in and out of my pussy, my moans became more frantic, needy. I couldn't help it, I looked up at Michael again, asking, begging with my eyes for him to fuck me. "Do your job hun." was all he said, smiling down at me.

"Do you want her to suck your cock again David?" He asked.

"No, I am fine." was David's reply.

I looked up again, pleading with him to fuck me! He pulled me to my feet and I felt dizzy with relief as he walked me over to the back of his antique Italian overstuffed couch, (the same one he had once told me he bought specifically to bend his slaves over and fuck them). He bent me down, roughly pushing me over until my ass was pressed out toward him, high in the air. My face was practically buried in the cushions of the soft leather, and I could smell the sexy aroma seeping into my body. I held myself up, placing my hands on the cushion beneath me but keeping my ass high up for his use. He lifted my dress up over my ass and began fingering my pussy hard. Going after my g-spot, rubbing over it hard, the pleasure moved over my body like a wave, warming me and filling me with even more desire for him to fuck me. His skillful strokes radiated up to my mouth, making me moan with abandon.

He withdrew his finger and my pussy felt vacant and hungry again, but only for a second. I felt him positioning the head of his cock at the opening to my pussy, I could feel him rubbing his head between my lips, coating it in the abundant juices my pussy was pouring out for him. He rubbed it back to my ass, teasing me a little, torturing me with a wait that seemed to last forever. I tried pressing toward him as he moved back toward my pussy but he moved away from me, taking enjoyment from his control over me, I waited expectantly for him to bury his cock deep inside my pussy. With one hard thrust, Michael pushed inside me all at once and my breath caught in my throat for a moment and then expelled in a satisfied moan. He began fucking me hard and fast, the way I loved. I felt the satisfaction washing over me, his cock moving inside me felt like home and I savored each thrust as it came in rapid succession.

David came around in front of me, and I watched as he frantically undid his belt again and held his cock out for me, I raised my mouth up to greet his thickness, apparently he changed his mind about that blow job. He pushed into my mouth eagerly and I began my assault with just as much zest. I started bobbing up and down on his cock as Michael pumped his cock in and out of me, the head of his cock touching places inside me that only his beautiful curve could reach. David was kneeling on the edge of the couch and Michael was pounding away at my pussy relentlessly like an animal possessed. David was so close to the edge of the couch I was having a hard time getting his cock as deep into my mouth as I wanted, I grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me so I could take more of him into my throat. Michael was so turned on, I knew he was thoroughly enjoying this sight. He pumped my pussy so hard and fast as I bobbed up and down on David's cock in the same rhythm, moaning with every push of Michael's cock. It seemed to go on forever and I was savoring every thrust Michael delivered. I could feel him rubbing his hand over my ass, caressing me, almost petting me. It was such a stark contrast, the gentle touch of his hand and the violent thrust of his cock. I started to feel his muscles tensing, I knew he was fast approaching his orgasm, he began moving a little slower inside of me, he always slowed as he was about to cum, as if savoring every contraction himself. My legs were growing weak beneath me. I was standing on my toes and could feel my right leg shaking uncontrollably.

Michael moaned under his breath, "I'm...I'm...going...to...cum."

I stopped sucking David's cock and let myself enjoy the feeling of Michael's hot cum flooding my pussy. I loved the way it felt when he came inside me, I could feel his muscles forcing the cum out of the end of his cock and feel it shooting deep inside me, hitting my cervix. I pushed back against him trying to take it all inside.

He told me to hold still and he removed his cock. I remained perched over the back of the couch, feeling the cool air hitting my wet pussy, I could feel the moisture running down my thighs and felt so slutty and good. I watched as David slid his cock back into place and re-did his belt. I heard as Michael went into the bathroom, he came out a towel which to rubbed gently between my legs, sopping his cum and my wetness up from my pussy and then rubbing down my legs, he removed the stream of our juices that was making its way ever closer to my knee. As he stepped away, I felt only a slight chill as the slightest trace of my stickiness dried quickly against the open air. I stood and adjusted my dress as he wiped the juices from his cock.

We stood around the kitchen sink, rehydrating ourselves, talking and laughing. It was a very fun and exciting afternoon. Michael asked if we should do it again which I eagerly said yes, in my mind secretly hoping that maybe next time they would fulfill my DP fantasy.

Unfortunately, I was running terribly late now. Michael walked me downstairs and kissed me tenderly, telling me he loved me in not so many words. He watched me as I walked to my car, making sure I was safe. I waved good-bye one last time and drove home feeling more aroused than ever. I thought to myself that it was amazing how wonderful Michael is to me. For him to call his best friend over to fuck me. And while I knew without a doubt that he enjoyed the hour that David and I were in the room alone almost as much as we did, he still had my needs in mind.

I had so many boyfriends who were jealous and controlling, Michael knows without a doubt that I am his and I belong to him. While I may fuck his best friend and as time goes on, we may become friends as well, Michael has my love, my body, and my mind. He is allowing my sexuality to thrive in ways I have never imagined possible, and I thank him from the bottom of my heart.