I’ve been thinking since the last Guild Wars 2 Beta Weekend Event, I think I’m in love.
The day after the BWE, I was sitting on my couch picking morsels out of my teeth from a filling meal of GW2 and reminiscing. That is when I accidentally sniffed my fingers coming out of my mouth and it hit me, she was a good time. I took several more whiffs and thought of how she pleasured me. The tangy sent took me back to the weekend banging away at each other.
Normally I like to be in control, but I gave into her freaky ways and let her be the big spoon. She liked to tam me from behind unexpectedly. We didn’t stand toe to toe casting sexual spells at each other, we dodged and weaved until she had me gasping, fighting for my life.
I jerked spells off all over her to get back up. When I succeeded, I was up fighting her aschard as before. She was difficult to master, but rewarding when my massive club nailed her. Tussling with her was like nothing I’ve experienced before. One minute I would slip into my vanilla ways and the next she had me from behind ramming me to the ground. I had to make her know I was in control. I had to learn to control her and touch her the right way. A way I wasn’t used to.
Feverishly, I pounded away with my fingers trying to get her to scream in pleasure. After long hours of jackhammering away, I was sweaty and exhausted. I was amazed at how well she kept coming. She was insanely dynamic in every way. I think she was more than I could handle in one weekend.
I must have spent hour playing with her beautiful top. I just wanted to touch every mountain top and lick the moist dew off the round tips. She was that beautiful. I had to adventure below if I wanted to experience everything she had to offer.
I found myself in a cave. I felt every ounce of my being quiver with excitement as I pulled my sword out and ventured into the darkness randomly thrusting away just for fun. She was deep, but I knew I could find the bottom. The cave was so warm feeling and I knew all of it was just as beautiful as the top. I just wanted to rush to the end shooting gobs of spells off, but I knew I had to take my time and enjoy this newfound pleasure. I knew the next weekend I spend with her could be months away and I didn’t want to prematurely finish.
I felt like I died and went to heaven, several times. By the end of the weekend every bone in my body was raw with pleasure. Sitting on the couch smelling the tips of my excitement in my fingers, made me realize we had something special.
I know out of experience, I shouldn’t get too attached so quickly. I’ve felt this way too many times before and I’ve just gotten myself hurt in the end. Soon she’ll move in with me. Then, i’ll notice one mountain is not as big as the other. Her caves will just feel reamed out and not worth the effort. Just the little things will slowly add up until one day I smell my fingers again. The rotten oder of my unwashed hand will fill my nostrils and make me sick. That is when I slowly start ignoring her.
There is alway somebody new knocking at my door. I try not to cheat, but I’m addicted to the first touch. I know this is my fault and not hers, but I can’t help myself. I know for a fact she might smell like roses now, but tomorrow she will smell like road kill.
Right now, I’m in love and I know the future might be different. I know I will get comfortable with her and not have that loving feeling every time she wants to be played with, but I’m prepared for the future this time. I’m ready to wash my hands and move on, but for now I am just going to sit here on the couch and remember everything perfect about her. One sniff at a time.