He called me a BITCH!

And I liked it! I think

At the height of passion, on all fours, my mouth slightly open, moaning with delight. I looked at him behind me , sweating dripping, face all screwed. His hands gripping my waist.

The boy was putting in work! I was so intrigued by the faces he was making, my rhythm got thrown off. He looked up at me straight in my eyes, pulled my hair and said

"Turn around Bitch, I got this back here!

I lost my mind. I was shocked, stunned, confused and still in rocking my ass back and forth. I didn't know what to do. What's the protocol? Why didn't I jump up and in my Queen Latifah impersonation say

"Who you calling a Bitch? U-N-I-T-Y"

I liked it! Didn't I?

Just to be sure that I this wasn't a fluke. "Say it again!" I said to him as i looked back a 2nd time. He grinned. "You like that huh?" Silence.

Then he stopped. wiped the sweat from his face. got on top of me, pressing my body deep into my Serta mattress. I could feel his heart beating through my back. The weight of his body, quickened my breaths. He pulled a hand full of my hair tight, twisted my head to 1 side.

he put his lips, to my ear. and he whispered

"you've got mail"

Damn it! I went to sleep watching porn on the internet...AGAIN!

LOL