Erotic desire

For more than 6 months now I have been driving this way regularly. To this apartment. To this man. This strange man. My name doesn&apos;t matter, names are not important in this story. <br/> I am 27 years old, long, blond hair, which reaches almost to my bottom in light natural waves, blue eyes, 1.65 m tall at 48 kg, the breasts a little small but firm with a nice shape and a firm bottom. Apple shape. If I had to say what I find hottest about me, it would certainly be my bottom. <br/> Without appearing conceited, but I know that I look damn good. Most men would categorize me as a hottie. I&apos;ve always been able to pick the men I like and I&apos;ve enjoyed it. I have never been chosen, I have always decided on my own which man is allowed in my life and in my bed. <br/> I have a degree in business studies. A very good job. A great husband, handsome, intelligent, good conversationalist and in bed a tender lover. When I have sex with a man, I don&apos;t like to let go and give myself completely. It may sound silly to other women, but I feel uncomfortable letting myself go in front of a man, to come to orgasm.