I want more. 

I always want more. 

I’m insatiable.

I love that you have other women and have such pleasure with them. 

I love that I have other men and get such pleasure from their company.

But I feel something different for you. You are more than just another guy.

My friend says don’t make him special. Share him so he doesn’t become too important.

So I share you. 

I watch you with my friend and I am so turned on knowing I am next and that you can enjoy yourself with her and I get to watch.

And you share your other women with me. I watch you with them and get so turned on knowing how you truly adore them and have a beautiful bond with each of them. 

I appreciate that you share them with me too, that I get to know them and i get to taste them and kiss them and share our mutual enjoyment of each other and of you.

You share me with others and I get turned on by that too. Watching you watch me get fucked by other men. Cumming when they pound my pussy, watching you stroke yourself and lick your lips over my passion.

But I want to be more than just another one of your women. 

I don’t want to be one of the crowd, one in the list. 

I want to stand out and be special to you.

And despite the warnings from my friend, I want you to be special to me, as you are already in my heart.

I am struggling with how to articulate that without sounding selfish, possessive or making things too complicated.

I don’t want to be an “ONLY” and I certainly don’t want you to be an “ONLY” for me.

I enjoy the company and sexual pleasures of my other guys too much and in a perverse way I love missing you, knowing you are enjoying your other women. 

It makes our reunions even more intense.

But despite all these feelings of shared joy for each other’s explorations and adventures, I want more.

I don’t need “ALL”, just sometimes more

I always want more. 

I don’t really know what that means, wanting more, I just know I’m not fully satisfied yet.