Been a long week. Barely heard from my married top boyfriend after his wife got home from a trip with her sister. He spent a nearly four day weekend in my bed f****** me senseless. Made it through the first couple days because I was in a lovely haze from endless s** that was by far the best s** of my life. But over night I barely slept because I was in my bed alone wishing his hands were on my body and his c*** was buried in me. I was braced for being ignored when she got back, I mean I have willingly been his side piece for a few months. It was just harder to handle last night. I have not yielded to the temptation of texting him to flirt or tease him and more importantly be stupid enough to tell him I miss him or the s**. But in a way he has broken me. He is the only man I have ever c** for during s** , the only man who ever had me c****** naturally and spontaneously while he fucked me. I even miss the way he would have me lick my own c** from his fingers after he made me spray my own c** on my stomach. I cannot even seem to m********* because I don’t have him telling me to c** for him as his c*** is buried in my a** with my legs around him and my c*** spurting helplessly between us. After the first night this week I had to change the sheets because the scent of him lingering in my bed was driving me crazy. This is what I earned myself for being a married man’s side f**. But what I would give to have him appear at my door and take me to bed and tell me I am better in bed than his wife and he can’t stop thinking about me.