What I Really Wanted For Christmas...

Forget about love. Forget about romance. Forget about all that other emotional, serious stuff. Way back in September, he told me to use him however I wanted. And I was willing to take him up on that offer.

All I really wanted was to see him on a semi-consistent basis—maybe two or three times a month, that’s all—and have a good time with him! Have dinner, go to the movies, hang out, and get off together. That's it. Nothing deep. Just sex…hot, dirty, raunchy, passionate, fun sex with HIM—someone I knew and trusted and liked and enjoyed spending time with.

I wanted us to be friends with benefits. No strings attached.

I wanted to do things with him that I could never do with anyone else.

I wanted to share that part of me with him.

I wanted to show him a side of me that no one else gets to see.

I wanted to lay waste to him.

I wanted to leave him exhausted and completely satisfied, and send him to sleep with a smile on his face.

I wanted to drizzle scented oil all over him and use my naked body to massage it into his skin.

I wanted to watch us together in front of a mirror. I wanted to do it in the shower. In the tub. On the kitchen floor. Across the dining room table. On the basement stairs. Outside on the deck, in front of the blazing fire bowl to keep us warm.

I wanted him to bend me over and take me from behind, smashing his hips against me, smacking my ass, pulling my hair, biting my shoulder.

I wanted him to pull me down on his lap and impale me with his incredible, beautiful cock, grabbing my hips and rocking me back and forth as I squealed in pleasure.

I wanted him to mash my vibrator against my clit as he thrust into me, until I screamed for mercy.

I wanted to hear his teeth chatter and his howl of release as I got him off harder than anyone else has ever gotten him off before.

I wanted to take him into my mouth, his hands tangled in my hair as he forced himself deeper and deeper between my lips, telling me how to suck him, until he exploded.

I wanted him to bury his face between my thighs, cover him with my juices, watch him lap it up like sugar-water, feel his tongue darting inside me and flicking against my clit. I wanted to hold the back of his head and grind his face into me as I spread myself open so he could lick every inch of me.

I wanted him to whisper his nastiest thoughts in my ear as he slid into me.

I wanted to lay naked before him, my fingers tracing slow circles across my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs, my eyes closed, while he watched me and stroked himself.

I wanted to watch him touch himself, talk him through it, let him come all over me.

I wanted to hear his voice whispering, moaning, gasping, shouting my name, over and over and over.

That's what I REALLY wanted for Christmas.

That’s what he missed out on.

Pity.