You Could Have That day we met, you could have kissed my quivering belly as you made your way down to my inner thighs but instead, you kissed my hungry mouth and worked your way down to my breasts but went no further. That day we met, you could have pushed powerful fingers into my hot, dewy box and finger fucked me until I screamed but instead, you took one finger, parted my slit from top to bottom and then slid it in as deep as your second knuckle drenching it in the nectar from my slick velvet walls and withdrew it . That day we met, you could have led me to the bench, pushed me down to sit in front of you and thrust your aching cock deep into my mouth fucking it until hot cum ran down my chin but instead, you watched from above as I worshipped your cock with my mouth more deeply than you’ve ever felt until you felt ready to explode and then, pushed my head away. That day we met, you could have torn off my clothes, thrown me down on the bed and ravaged each of my willing holes until we were both spent but instead, you laid down next to my fully clothed body and kissed me until I asked you to get on top of me just so I could feel your weight pushing me into the mattress and then, you got out of bed and said you had to go. That day we met, you could have stayed with me in bed, feeling the heat of my body, listening to my heartbeat and inhaling the scents of our combined juices until we both fell asleep but instead, you kissed me deeply, told me you loved me and then walked out the door. That day we met, you could have fallen in love but instead, you steeled your heart and went on as you always have… true and blue.