uber lover

My uber lover came over today.  In preparation I tanned, bought black thigh-high fishnets with the seam up the back, bought him his favorite beer, a nice cigar to burn between rounds, showered and put on my plaid mini with a white babydoll t-shirt.  When he arrived I opened the garage and let him inside.  The sex is always so good; there are times I feel I would do anything to have him again.  I enjoy everything about the way I feel when I am with him.  I find myself wanting to do more and more nice things for him, wanting to do everything I possibly can to show him that I appreciate him for all he does and for all that he is to me.  I want to make his life as smooth as possible and please him in every way.  I want to make him the very best dinner and be the very best lover not just occasionally but continuously.  Doing these nice things for him makes me feel good inside and makes me even more anxious to see him.  Since I started sleeping with him I have changed my wardrobe from all pants to almost all skirts.  If I am wearing underwear when he arrives he thinks I am mad at him.  I cannot remember ever feeling so aroused at the thought of a man.  I can be anywhere, in any situation and if I think of what it is like when I am near him or think of how he makes me feel, the muscles inside of me squeeze and contract and make me so anxious to have him again.  We have been intimate for almost four months now and have had sex almost 130 times; yes, I count them because they are too phenomenal to be forgotten or overlooked.  Every time seems like the best sex ever and I don't know how much better it can get.  I just can't get enough of his cock.  We can go for hours, in every position and I will not stop until he does.  He says I am a machine because I can go so long and still want more, that I am a nymphomaniac.  He has lit my soul on fire with desire and I am burning up.