With Louise it was never a rough ride. She is always my type of woman. We get on fine and never seem to argue with any intent; any difference is soon resolved and nearly always we end up just enjoying each other and appreciating each other in so many ways.

Mind you, Louise does like to be rough ridden when the mood is right - and that is always a thrill and a joy to feel her fuck tight inside as I take her over the dining room table, sometimes over the kitchen sink when she has her washing up with gloves on. She likes me to take her by surprise for that rough ride, as she clings hold of the taps to avoid rocking too much. I find a nice way into her after teasing her cherry with my moistened plum, spreading those gorgeous cheeks wide apart as I thrust it into her more and more, deeper and deeper, hearing her moans as I clap her thighs, moving them to my thrusts - letting her feel the fuck differently - how she likes it, a little bending in the right place as I now slide my hands over her ripe firm breasts, my palm rolling around those sharp nipples, feeling the harden inside my palms as we find the perfect rhythm to enjoy that quality rough fuck.

Yet, do you know something, it is not all about fucking, it is about conversation as well, which nine out of ten times, ends in a wonderful deep kiss, her hands squeezing the back of my neck as she drives me crazy again, always that element of surprise, never ever knowing what she will quite do next. That’s how it is with my baby, and she loves by instinct, no absolute pattern, not like fucking by numbers - you know like the couples who have certain nights for sex. Like the girl who once told me it was like fucking by numbers, her knowing exactly what move her partner would make next. It became so boring that she just looked at the ceiling and literally thought of Scotland - she being a Scottish lass like.

I had this dream after that, fearing I was the same. All those numbers, one for a kiss, two for a feel, three for a ----- well I won’t go on because even that’s boring but what made it worse - afterwards she pointed out there were three spiders on the ceiling for me to get rid of.

That said everything - but of my baby it could never ever be like that, and I made sure with me the moves were always fresh, the kisses deep and rich and exploring, that deep feeling as our lips firmly molded, our heads twisting to enjoy the kiss - then the exploring - always different, always with my full passion searing beneath my skin, my being full of the love I wanted to give her. She could be so sweet too, like a innocent girl her first time, all part of what had become our rich relationship, those wonderful times enjoying each other with roll play.

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