George and I “made love” last night

George and I “made love” last night

I didn’t even move, Diary – isn’t that the true indication that I am really a slut deep inside?

Its the first time in over two months. He landed a big account at work, and he wanted to celebrate. It was nice and gentle, with lots of soft kisses and we cuddled afterwards. And I didn’t cum once. I faked it for him, though, since I know it would disappoint him if he didn’t get to “satisfy” me. The thing about faking with George is that its so easy. I mean, a little clench or two and a loud moan, and he thinks I am in heaven. If only he knew that when I really get worked up I have to have my mouth covered or my yells would make the neighbors call the cops! I wonder what he would do if he knew what a sleaze I really am. Continue reading