He is addicted to fucking me

I often invite Jamie for long weekends of carnal abandon. There’s a unique chemistry between us—I love curling up in his arms, surrendering to the sensual communion that binds us. He electrifies me, completely. Our bodies seek each other out, respond in perfect harmony, as if made to touch. It’s a delicious intoxication, a raw, unapologetic pleasure. His youth gives him a stamina few can match, and for two days, we lose ourselves in wave after wave of shared desire. He seems just as captivated as I am—never once has he declined my invitation, as if he too craved the fever we so hungrily indulge in.