We're together, and have been for a long time. We adore each other. Sure, there's the work, the home stuff, the groceries, the lazy nights in after a long day where neither one of us really wants to do anything.

You talk dirty, and encourage me that way. Flaunting your body when you can, letting me soak in all those fantasies and desire you openly encourage. You bend over the sink, and suddenly those lazy nights on the couch turn into less lazy nights bent over the counter, or in the shower, or against the wall, enjoying you over and over until we're both spent.

You don't mind my looking, and I don't mind yours. You even point it out to me sometimes, whispering dirty words as we pass other women, knowing my every weakness. And when the day is over, you'll take every bit I can give you, letting me use you and take out that lust you encourage on you. Because you were made for me, made to take it, to open your legs and your mouth and have your shirt ripped open any time I want it.

And you can be that, too, that object of desire that I don't want to hold back. You like when I fantasize about you, when all those fantasies get centred on you, bubbling and building until I have to drag you away and ravish you, in every way you can handle. whether it's pulling your mouth onto my cock, or burying my face in your leggings and forcing that heat onto you, you can handle it all.

You love it. You love that I only fuck you, eat you out, make you take my cock again and again and again whenever I feel the urge, regardless of who birthed that urge in me. So let's indulge it.