Clementine
I should be exhausted. I don’t even know how many orgasms he pulled from me last night. We had s*x on his bed, he bent me over the bathroom sink before we showered and then again in the shower, as he spooned me in bed I arched my back into him and we ended up going again. It went on for hours. If he wasn’t f*****g me with his d**k then he was using his tongue.
I should be exhausted and my body is sore and tired but my mind is so fresh. The short amount of sleep I did get was the best I’ve ever had. I woke up to breakfast in bed. Heart-shaped pancakes with strawberries, melon and blueberries. They tasted a bit like cardboard and the hearts were a bit wonky so I know he did it himself. We have had chefs all of our lives but nothing tasted as good as eating something he had pour
