The thought of him is more than something that crosses my mind all too frequently; it is more a state of mind, he is more a state of mind now. It is like my mind is driving down the uber lover superhighway and thoughts of anything other than him are merely oncoming traffic or street signs perhaps. They pass by regularly and I see them and notice them but they are more scenery than anything I directly focus on for any period of time. When he is fucking me, it is as if we are alone in the world. All that matters is how good he is making me feel and I just cannot get enough of him. When he is near me I want to touch him and pet him and press his cheek against mine, run my hand across his skin, anywhere I can get to it or even just feel his hair against my face. I have never been attracted to a man with his type of looks. I am normally attracted to men with dark hair and he was a sandy blond before he turned gray and lost at least half of his hair. Yet still, I find him irresistibly sexy.
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