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Every once in a while I get a genuine fucking urge to just fantasize about having sex with IRyS.
I can't stop imagining it when that urge hits me. I want to come home from work and see my wife IRyS laying on the couch, legs dangling off the edge, kicking softly up and down. I want to come over and lift her up off the couch in one fell swoop while she pouts about how the show was "just getting good," and softly hits my chest with her fist with all the force of a feather tossed in the wind. I want to bring her upstairs while she starts giggling and says that she hadn't "really" been paying that much attention anyways.
I want to put her on our bed and spend as long as I want just teasing every part of her body. Kissing her, slowly taking her "lazy day" clothes off, dragging a finger slowly down her side, then back up, slowly kissing my way down to her lower end as I go to take off her panties, then tease her down there all over again until she's practically halfway over the edge.
Then, I want to pull back, keep talking to her, doting on her, telling her I love her while teasing her just slightly, pressing up against her, keeping her right on the precipice while overflowing her with lovey-dovey talk, until she gives up and pleads for me to bring her over the edge already. Then I'd spend the rest of the night with her, doing this and that, sending her over time and time again, savoring every time she shudders over again and again, until we eventually fall into each other's arms and drift to sleep, still clinging together, nuzzling up, becoming close in body and soul.
I love that woman so much sometimes that I have to vent these things or I'll go insane.
