The Journal of a Man in Love are short stories that chronicles the private thoughts and actions of a man completely, totally and utterly in love with his woman. Written completely from a male point of view, take a peek inside what's in a man's heart and mind.
“Watch it,” I warned in a whispered growl, not meaning a word. I love that my baby is a biter. I wear her little brands with pride.
I pulled her head to the side and started kissing her neck. I remembered back to the time when we first started seeing one another. She swore she didn’t like her neck kissed – that lasted for about thirty seconds after I started kissing her neck for the first time. She had shivered against me, tilting her head for more. Now it never failed to get her hot. She buried her fingers in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull me away, but she was grinding against the hard erection in my lap. It was only moments until she pushed my head back against the chair.
“Damn it, I love you so much.” She was panting as our lips met again, this time I see there was fire in her eyes, and that usually meant I was in for it. Her hands left my head, traveling down my chest, loosening the buttons on my shirt as she went. She took time to run her nails down my chest, tugging a little on my chest hair. I respond in kind, tweaking those hard as pebbles nipples. That made her buck against me, pushing down hard against my cock. Her hands shook as she tried to unfasten my belt. “Oh forget it, you do it.”
“Baby, slow down, we have all night,” I gently chided taking her hands in mine, felt the slight trembling of her hands.