For years, probably every other night, Ryan would ask me for sex. Although I never initiated, I also never said no. Not once. Whether he didn't give me attention all day or laid in bed and woke up just to ask me to have sex, I obliged. I didn't want to anal, I didn't really feel sexy sucking his dick, and there was no reason to think about sex. I felt almost like he wanted it so much, that I never had time to want it myself. And then it happened, we talked and both agreed that we were just friends who fucked, not married and happy. He became much more attentive, we started talking again and our line of communication opened, and I felt my entire body dripping wet from just looking at him again. I wanted to learn to deep throat, I needed anal, and I love to fuck him so much that he has to beg me to stop. And I'm happy. Welcome to our blog.
