He is away for the weekend but sends me a couple of flirty notes. We have tentatively planned to get together when he returns on Monday.

Monday morning he texts telling me he got sick over the weekend and feels like crap so needs to have a raincheck.

I am sad but take advantage of the day/evening alone to recover from the whirlwind of dating and sex I have had since I saw him last.

I wake up tuesday morning wistful, I have dreamed about him, about being in his arms and feeling his cock inside me, filling me up and overflowing with passion for him. I text to ask if he is feeling better. He replies with sweet romantic words.

While I’m working he texts me again. Took too much acid and is tripping – wanting to know if I’m around. I have a call so can’t come right away but check in a couple of times and he seems to be getting more relaxed and less freaked out.

After my work call, I call him back – to check in and see if he’s ok. I offer to come down and be with him for awhile. He accepts.

As I drive down, my hands and feet, which are freezing, start sweating and my pussy is hot in anticipation. He is sick so I don’t know if he will feel up to anything but the anticipation is palpable.

I get there and am greeted with a big hug, saying he is so glad to see me, to feel me in his arms. We kiss a little, he says he doesn’t want me to get sick but after a few minutes we are making out like we can’t get enough.

He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom where he ravishes me and I ravish him for the next two and half hours. He eats my pussy like it’s the last supper and brings me to orgasm. Then he fucks me like no one else does – with gusto and tenderness, our flesh merging as deep as it can go.

I feel him all the way inside me, I want all of him, I want more, I want to feel filled up with his amazing cock. We take a break, he takes a quick shower and asks me to come in with him, soap and kissing and more kissing. Then we get out and dry off and he takes me from behind, leaning over the counter while watching us in the mirror. It’s super hot.

We collapse on the bed. I smoke a little pot and we drink coconut water. We fuck some more and I give him multiple blow jobs, getting him nice and hard so he can fuck me again into ecstasy.

It’s amazing.

We can’t stop kissing, I breathe him in, I breathe his breath and him mine and we stay locked in embrace. Amazed that we still feel this. Questioning if this is real when we are apart, and then we come back together, the chemistry is like fireworks again. 

I wonder if this is like this with his girlfriend too. If it is I am so happy for him. 

We have one last round and it is over the top. I feel high. He says the LSD has kicked in again and it’s psychedelic. We are connected. We are one. We are amazing together!

We collapse again and I have to leave. I have a date with another man a bit later. He tells me he wants to hear about my dates, and what goes on.

During out lovemaking, he talks about going to a swinger club together and doing another threesome and I tell him I want to fuck a number of guys while he watches and then fuck him. We get turned on by all the wishful talk.

On the way out he shows me his motorcycle which he rebuilt. It’s amazing and I can only imagine how hot he looks on it.

When I lay back and watch him fucking me, I look at his beautiful face and think – this is mine for the moment. This experience is mine to enjoy – I look at his eyes and his smile and I think how lucky I am to have found this and to be experiencing this communion together.