The shower was huge, more like a walk in closet than a space for bathing. It had tiles from floor to ceiling and a little ridge around the edge so that the water would collect just slightly on the floor, making a warm puddle. The water cascaded down from the ceiling like rain. It felt more like standing outside in a warm storm, rather than taking a shower.

He lay me down on the tiles of the floor and positioned himself over me, masking my face from the rain with his, one hand supporting his weight, the other caressing the side of my face. He looked, smiling, into my eyes.

One of his knees was between my thighs, high between them, keeping them apart, almost touching my sex, but not quite. As the water ran down the length of his thigh, it dripped tantalizingly on to the tip of my clitoris, a teasing drip, drip, drip, that was sweet torture. I moaned, closing my eyes and licking my lips.

He smiled quizzically.

“I’m not even touching you.”

“Look at your knee.”

He lifted one eyebrow and moved his gaze down.

“Oh.” He said, when he realized what he had inadvertently been doing.  “Hmmm.” He wondered out loud.

Then he bent down and, purposefully, covered my sex with his mouth. With a long, smooth, sensual suck, he drank all the moisture from my skin. I gasped with pleasure and arched up from the floor. He laughed, enjoy the effect of his actions.

I laughed too, then closed my eyes. His arms were wrapped around my hips, his hands on my stomach, his fingers holding on to me and drawing my body against his mouth. His lips were on me, licking and sucking, making a slow, sensuous feast of my sex.

His mouth was talented and purposeful; its movements executed in well-practiced patterns. He circled me with his tongue, exploring every fold of my sex. He covered me with firm, languorous licks. He penetrated me with his tongue, retreating from my body with slow, strong sucks of my clit. He flicked his tongue with skill, delivering quick, sharp jolts of pleasure to my body. He took his time and his own pleasure in doing it. He was attentive and calculating, bringing me just to the brink of orgasm, then slowing down, waiting for my peak to subside. Then he would begin again. The experience was breathtaking and slow, maddening and perfect.

As I yielded to his carnal ministrations, all my senses awoke and my body became receptive to the greater, all-encompassing physical situation enveloping me: The warmth of the water raining down over me. The constant drip, drip of the drops assaulting my skin. The slickness of the wet. The heaviness of my soaked hair around my face. The hard, slick of the tiles under my back. And the man between my thighs.

 

I stretched my arms above my head, lengthening my body, making more room for the waves of sensation to wash over me. And then…oh…he was ready for me to come. He was going to make this happen, now. He sucked harder, flicked more quickly, and with a smooth movement, brought his fingers to my sex and slid them into me. I gasped and curled upward, coiling my fingers into his hair. His mouth attended to that mass of nerves outside of me as his fingers massaged its opposite inside of me and I exploded in an all-encompassing climax that traveled over me, rippling up and down my body.

We hadn’t know each other very long, but there was a sweetness about our affection for one another that was intoxicating. A desire to touch one another gently. To kiss softly. To be close.

We had been laughing and joking, running around the house like children. I grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to the dressing room. He sat down, smiling at me, catching his breath. I regarded him for a moment, made a decision, and then proceeded to strip off my clothes. He watched me attentively, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise, joy and uncertainty.

I went around the corner and turned on the water for the shower. The space was huge, more the size of a walk in closet than a shower. It was open, with no door, and the water came down from the ceiling like rain, without a specific shower head. It was fantastic.

I walked into the misty cascade, the water slowly soaking my hair and covering my skin, beginning to pool at my feet. After a moment, he came around the corner, still dressed. I turned to him and stood still, letting him look at me and make his own decision.

He took off his clothes and hung them on the hooks on the wall. Then, he joined me under the water.

The air between us was still. Calm. But inside of me, there was a churning. His growing erection and his eyes told me that he must be feeling the same way, and that we were both committed the outcome of this sweet game.

In the rainy wet of the shower, he came to me and took me gently at the waist, bending down to kiss me. Our mouths, wet and warm, came together beautifully. Our lips pressed together, then opened gently as our tongues began exploring one another’s mouths.

We were not embracing. Our mouths were touching. His hands rested gently on my waist. Mine were on his arms. The only other contact between us was the push of his erection against my stomach. The lack of contact was maddening, totally hot. All of a sudden my body was on fire. I did not want to go through any preamble or foreplay, I wanted to feel this man inside me and I told him so.

“Put yourself inside me. I want you inside me.”

He paused, looking at me for a moment, and then obliged. Putting his arms around me, he lifted me to the built-in shelf at the side of the shower. It was the perfect height as he sat me upon it.

“Don’t thrust. Just be inside me. Fill me up and stay there. Let me feel you inside me. Let yourself feel me around you.”

With a lift of his eyebrow, he did as I asked. Holding onto my hips and watching my face carefully, he slowly pushed inside of me until his full length was sheathed within my body.

“Ahhh.” We both sighed.  It was amazing. “Don’t move.” I said. “Just feel this.”

It was exquisite. We had never shared more than a kiss and a chaste caress before and now, here we were, naked, soaked and bodily connected. Intimate lovers.

My hands were on his arms and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. The urge to move was almost overpowering. I could see it in him and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.  “Just stay still. Just a moment longer.” He nodded.

Then, it began. As we looked at one another, the look on his face shifted to one of pure carnal pleasure and he sucked in his breath. He closed his eyes for a long moment and I could see the muscles in his torso contract as he began to moan. Opening his eyes again, his hands tightened on my hips. He was pushing himself as hard against me as possible as his body stiffened and he fought to remain still. Watching the climax overtake his body, my own body reacted and I felt my own orgasm began to build. I locked my eyes on his, reveling in this turn of events as my breath shortened and my body lit up. Then, I felt him begin to pulse inside of me and, as he came into me, my body exploded around him, my deep muscles squeezing and massaging. My own cries joined his as we both came hard. I arched backwards in my ecstasy, barely containing my own urge to move as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.

Then, his arms were around me, pulling my body to his. His mouth was on mine, his tongue thrusting in the way his cock had not. The kiss was beautiful, passionate and full of the sweetness, gratitude and relief of new physical love.

As our mouths parted, the smile on his face was pure joy. My own smile met his and I began to giggle. He lifted me up, disconnecting from me with a moan. Then, with eyes still hungry and a body still stiffly awake, he lay me down on the wet floor under the warm, raining, water and began to explore the body he had just experienced.

It is late. Really late. I want to go to him. He is not far away, just in the next room.

I hesitate for a moment. He certainly won’t reject me, but will he be what I want him to be, tonight? Will he understand my need?

I need to feel controlled. Not in a negative, domineering way. I feel out of control and I need someone outside of me, him, to curb that feeling.

I want to go to him, but I want him to lead the way. I want to crawl into the bed next to him, slide in under the covers and leave the rest up to him. I want to submit to him. I want him to make me feel as though I have no responsibilities. I want his body to think for both of us.

I want him, in that haze of sleep, to follow his most basic instincts. I want him to roll over, reach out his arm and pull me toward him. No talking, just bodies. I want his hand to find its way from my waist down to my ass. I want him to pull my hips toward his. I want to feel his kiss and I want to feel his hands explore my skin, finding their way to wakefulness and arousal. I want to feel his erection grow against my belly and I want him to follow its lead. I have brought my body to give to him. I want him to take it. I want him to roll on top of me and nestle in between my legs. I want him to kiss my mouth and neck and breasts. I want him to run his hands down my body. I want to feel his hands. I want my skin to be caressed by his strong, purposeful hands. I want to feel his fingers running over my thighs, then between my legs and up to my waiting cleft. I want to feel them tantalize me and make me ready. I want to feel them penetrate my body as his tongue penetrates my mouth. I want to feel my body arch against him as his pushes down onto mine. I want to feel his body. I want to feel how much larger and stronger than me he is. I want him to be in control. I want to feel the tip of his cock press against my slick opening. I want to feel his thickness, his warmth and his stiffness as he slides into me. I want him to fill me. I want to feel his muscles work as he thrusts into me. I want to wrap my legs and arms around him as he takes pleasure in me and I want to ride that submission into my own ecstasy.

I want to go to him.

Sometimes, the touch of a lover’s body is sweet enough.

He brought me to orgasm, using his hand and his mouth, and it was blissful. Now, my body is relaxed and languid. My muscles have eased and are warm and pliant.

It is his turn.

I lie on my back. My sex is wet. Lovely and slick.

My body has sunk deep into the blanket. My legs are open. He comes over me. His hands are gentle and purposeful and loving. His mouth is warm and wet. His kisses tell me how pleased he is with himself.

He should be.

I am.

He kisses my breasts. My neck. My mouth.

His body is comfortably heavy on mine. Our skins feel wonderful together.

He settles between my legs and reaches down for one more feel, smiling at his work before he guides his cock inside me.

It is his turn.

I wrap my arms and legs around him as he begins to move. His breathing intensifies and he kisses my mouth, taking my breath as well. I curl my fingers into his hair and hold his head, kissing him back, exploring his mouth with my tongue in the way I know he loves.

He moves. His hips rock up and down. Back and forth.

He is taking his pleasure of my body, and my body finds pleasure in that.

The sounds of his intensified breathing and his slight moans make my body respond, wanting to envelop him even more fully.  I bury my face in his neck, kissing the skin there, and let my hands explore his arms and back and buttocks….wherever they can reach. His mouth is next to my ear and I can hear all of his pleasure as clearly as I can feel it.

He groans but he takes his time, slowing down to make it last longer. He pulls almost all the way out of me and pauses, breathing purposefully, controlling his body. Then, he pushes in to me again. Long, slow, thrusts. In. Out. Smooth. Steady. Stimulating. So stimulating! My hips respond, rolling up and down to meet his thrusts. The sensations of skin on skin and sweat-slick friction cover me.

It is his turn, and it feels wonderful.

His body stiffens and his movements increase in speed as he finds his way, building towards climax. He takes his weight onto his arms and lifts up his chest. Shorter, harder strokes now. He grunts with his own effort and his face makes that expression that is so him. I can read his pleasure. I can see exactly what he is feeling and I love it. Holding my hips up at that perfect angle for his entry, I finish his strokes with firm pushes of my own.

This is right. This is good. Our bodies know each other. It is his turn and I am happy for him to have it.

He cries out as he reaches orgasm and I can feel him pulsing, deep and hard, spilling his pleasure inside me.

Then, those last few shuddering strokes, those last few groans as his pleasure subsides and his body releases the tension of his orgasm.

He breathes out and settles onto me, kissing my neck. I stroke his arm. His weight on me is heavy and perfect.

Have you ever met someone whom you just could not resist? He was like that for me. I was like that for him. We couldn’t help it. It was a simple matter of chemistry. Him + Me + same space = sex. It was like that from the day we met.

My best friend warned me. He said, “You can’t meet Irving.” I asked, “Why?” “Because you will have sex with him.” “What?! You are just jealous.” “No. I know you and I know him. You, two, will have sex.”

Was I that promiscuous? Was I that desperate? Was he that hot? Nope. Chemistry.

He was not striking. Neither was I. Nice looking, but not remarkable. Not hot. I liked him. He liked me. But that wasn’t the particular attraction. He was fun, considerate, even romantic sometimes, but that didn’t make much of a difference, either. We simply had to touch each other. We had to mate. Ha! That makes it sounds so primitive. So animalistic. But, it was. It was instinctual, unexplainable. It was like something out of a fantasy graphic novel.

We had never laid eyes on each other. It wasn’t even a set up. We were living in the same town and I walked into the right room. It was like a lodestone was turned on. I could feel him there, this presence that I had no choice but to move towards. I looked around, searching for the source, and we saw each other. I think he was as surprised as I was.

“Hi.” “Hi.”

“You are Rusty’s friend.” “Yes.”

“small talk….chit, chat, chit, chat….”

None of it mattered. It was crazy. Neither of us was particularly horny. Neither of us was trying to score. There was just no question of where this was going. We were having sex.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” “Yes.”

It was springtime and warm. There was a park nearby. It was big and open and empty. I used to go down there to just sit and enjoy the evening. It was a peaceful place to go. There was a natural staircase that led to the water’s edge where a grandfather Oak stood. The trees and undergrowth there gave some semblance of privacy. We walked down. On the way, we instinctively grasped hands. My God! The minute we touched, we both knew there was no stopping things.

In one smooth motion he put his hand on my waist and I turned to put my back against the tree. He leaned forward against me. As our bodies touched, our hands parted and began to explore. Mine were behind his head, in his hair, drawing his face in to me for a kiss that melted us into one. His were both on my waist, then one behind my back, one on my ass, pulling me toward him, pressing himself against me.

There was no groping urgency. It was strangely calm. Our bodies were going to be one. There was no question, so there was no hurry, But, hell…why wait.

His kisses were firm and strong. Experienced and clear in their intent. Mine responded in kind. As I kissed him, I lifted myself towards him, pushing my breasts against his chest, pushing my waist against his stomach, pushing my hips against his hips. As his hips responded, I could feel his erection growing through the fabric of our clothes.

As he kissed my neck, I breathed in the scent of his hair. No cologne. Just the fresh scent of this man. His natural scent set my body on fire. If ever there was proof of pheromones, we were it. Every nerve in my body came to life and I gasped with the jolt. I heard him breathe in as well. Then he moaned and, as he took in my scent, pushed against me even more.

I looked up at the sky and saw the full moon above us. Apropos. It made me giggle. “What?” “It’s a full moon.” I felt him smile into my neck, then bite me playfully. I returned the favor, pulling his shirt up out of his jeans and scoring his back with my fingernails. He drew in his breath and hissed with pleasure.

Then, his hands were on my hips, reaching down for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my thighs. I began to breathe harder. Now this was getting real. His fingers found their way between my legs and into my panties. He didn’t try and pull them down, just moved them aside, sliding his fingers straight into the warmth and wet, there. I angled my hips to give him better access.

I leaned back from him slightly, breaking our kiss, and reached for the waist of his jeans, working his fly open. Our heads remained close together, both of us smiling through our heavy breathing. I reached into his pants and put my hand around his cock. The feel of the smooth skin of his penis was wonderful. I massaged it with rippling squeezes as I brought it out, pushing his pants down just enough to set it free. He sighed under the motion of my hand, rocking towards me. He pushed his fingers deeper inside me while kissing me deeply once more before withdrawing his hand.

Then, he grabbed my thigh, lifted my leg up and bent his knees. I put my arms around his neck as he positioned himself between my thighs, and in one smooth motion, angled his cock up and inside of me. The natural weight of my body brought me down around him, burying his sex fully within mine. We were as close as we could be and it was amazing.

We stood there for a few moments, feeling the absolute perfect bliss of our union. Nothing had ever felt more right. More satisfying. Then he began to move. His hands were firmly on my thighs, holding me up, taking my weight, freeing his hips to thrust forward and back. Up and in. My leg was wrapped around his waist, pulling my pelvis closer to his, matching his movements as best I could, considering my upright position. But it was enough. The upright angles of our movements applied just the right amount of friction to my clit, massaging it with his skin, tickling it with his pubic hair. We had given up kissing. This was about our bodies. He looked at me with amusement and joy, and I smiled as well, letting out a delicious laugh at the sheer carnality of our actions, and then I gasped.

A burning began to grown in my loins, fueled with every thrust of his cock. His posture changed, too, and I knew he felt the same thing. We leaned in closer to one another, using each other for support as the waves of sexual pleasure began to wash over our bodies. The tingling sensation grew and spread to every nerve in my body. I sighed as he thrust into me and moaned as he withdrew, each movement eliciting a different and perfectly erotic sensation. He moaned too, matching my cries until at last, rippling orgasms overtook both of us. He stiffened against me, thick and thrust inside me up to the hilt, pulsing. I pushed against him, feeling the muscles inside of my body squeezing and massaging his cock with a strength I didn’t realize they had.

We stood there for a long time, not moving. Panting softly. Breathing and returning to our senses. He sagged into me, pushing me up against the tree. My feet touched the ground and I locked my arms around him so that we would not fall.

Softly. We found our voices. “Thank you.” “My pleasure.” “Will I see you again?” “I think so.”

 

 

Here is a fantasy. Put yourself into it. Become the subject, the “I”. See if you like it:

 

My sex. In the open and open. The sky is warm. The air is warm. There is just a hint of a breeze.

A hand. Two fingers. One on each side of my lips. They press down firmly and squeeze gently. Just enough that my lips plump up and flush slightly. I pulse. Moisture comes.

Another finger. This ones dips just slightly into the warm fluid appearing at the opening to my body. A lovely lubricant. Wet, now, the finger gently spreads the moisture over my plump lips, sliding deliciously, teasing sensations to life. My clitoris responds, hardening under the slick touch.

Then, a tongue. Teasing. Flicking gently. Tasting.

A mouth. Two different sorts of lips join the fun. They cover my clitoris with their warmth and suck. Gently at first, then more purposefully. My sex erupts in a wave of tingling sensations. The circumference of my sexual entrance awakens and pulses.

Noticing, the tongue accepts the invitation and slides inside me. Discovering the depths within. My buttocks tighten and my hips move to get more of that lovely feeling. The tongue inside me. Moving soft and warm and slick and pliable. Those lips, continuing to suck.

The sensations build.

Then, the fingers reappear. The tongue has work to do on the outside. Tasting, licking, flicking, tickling, caressing. They take its place inside of me. First one, then two. Moving in and out. Pressing against my contracting muscles. Searching for that knot of nerves that brings so much pleasure.

The combination of sensations converge to bring me to beautiful orgasm and release. The waves of pleasure wash over me and I breathe.

My own hand, then, moves to that warm place between my legs where the pulsing is subsiding, and I smile. Satiated.

It is warm and sunny. I am lying in the open, my body naked under the lovely warmth. The world around me is open and my most intimate parts are too. My legs are comfortably spread and my sex is exposed to everything. I can feel the hint of a breeze touch my skin. My nipples contract and my skin comes alive. The sensation travels down my body, waking my senses.

My sex responds to the tickling sensation of the wind in my pubic hair. It is freeing to be lying here like this, naked under the naked sky. Natural and open as nature made me. I can hear the sounds of the world around me. Not human sounds, natural sounds. The trees, the grass, the leaves, the birds. Simple, easy sounds. Relaxing sounds.

I concentrate of the feel of my skin. It takes a moment for me to relax into the situation. I am naked. There are no walls around me. My sex responds to the thought. A pulse. A warming. A moistening. My skin prickles and I have to move, readjusting myself. I lick my lips. I draw my knees up a little more and reach down to open the folds of my sex. I like the feel of the open air. Just there. On that skin that it rarely touches. I run my hand over those sweet-feeling places. Just enough to remember how alive they are and how much they like attention of many kinds.

I let my knees fall all the way open and stretch my arms above my head, arching my back and stretching my skin, eyes closed, loving the feel of my naked body. My hands go to my breasts, caressing them, lifting them, fondling them. I play with my nipples, running them through the spaces in between my fingers. Rubbing them gently against the palms of my hands. They respond and the response makes me smile.

I slowly roll over and let the sky caress the back of my body. I shake my head, enjoying the feel of my hair against my naked skin, warm from the sunlight, moved every now and then by the air. I lie heavily upon the ground, letting my warm skin soak up the cool of the earth underneath me. It is a new and awakening experience. The tickle of the grass on my breasts. The cool ground kissing my nipples, my belly, my thighs. As I let the sun warm my back, I lift up my hips, enjoying the feel of the sun on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs, feeling the air kiss their skin, too.

As I do, I can feel that air on my sex again. This time it is different, as my legs are pressed together. The folds of my sex are squeezed sweetly, pressing out from underneath my buttocks and between my legs, like a pair of lips looking for a kiss. The hint of wind obliges.

Feeling my body respond more strongly to the wind’s kiss, and not wanting to waste such affection, I reach down and begin my own caress.

He asked her to let him eat food off of her body and she laughed. The sheer cliché of it made her giggle and start to refuse. But he persisted. Wanting to please her lover, and figuring some foreplay was better than none, she acquiesced. New games were always fun.

He got the shaker of powdered sugar from the pantry, took her hand, and led her to the living room.

Standing there, he lifted her arm and, looking her in the eye, he sprinkled a light dusting of sugar on her wrist. Then, he tasted it. The sensation surprised her. Startled, she looked at him. He met her gaze and the corner of his mouth moved just slightly.

He let go of her wrist. Gently, he undressed her and tossed her clothes into the corner. Smiling a quirky and enticingly knowing smile, he kissed and guided her to the floor.

When she was lying down, he knelt beside her and picked up the jar. He touched her breast, smiled at her again and sprinkled sugar on it. When he put his mouth over her nipple and began to taste the sugar away, she gasped. It was like no sensation she had ever experienced. It was nothing like she expected. This was not licking. It was not kissing. It was eating. Not in a chewing sort of way, but in a full-mouthed, hungry and gently devouring way.

There was something about the action of his mouth tasting and consuming real food. He had kissed her body before, but this was different. The presence of the sugar made it different, and feeling that on her body took her totally by surprise. His lips covering the decorated area. His tongue, attracted to the sweetness it found there. The combination of that action with his mouth’s natural production of saliva and the need to swallow something pleasant could not be faked. He was enjoying this as much as she was. He was consuming the sugar on her skin, as well as the natural taste of her.

He sprinkled more of the sugar. This time on her stomach, working his way down her body. As his mouth left one area, his hands found it, continuing his work of arousing her. When he came to the fork in her body where her legs met her sex, he parted them and sprinkled the soft white powder on her inner thighs. Having him eat the sugar from that sensitive area, having his lips and tongue work tantalizingly on her flesh, there, was its own level of sweet. His tongue explored the creases in her flesh, his lips pressing into it, making sure there was no powder left.

Then, as he knelt between her thighs, he looked up at her. Her face was flushed with the pleasure evoked from his ministrations. His was intense with the pleasure that comes from pleasing a lover. He did not sugar her sex. That needed no sweetness. He simply bent to his feast and began…

 

 

It is still early. I am not quite awake. I am deep in my blankets and my lover lies beside me. The bed feels full and warm. Encompassing. I know that he is awake, but lying still out of consideration for me. Lazily, I send out my hand, fumbling slowly within the blankets to find him. When I do touch him, his flesh is warm. His answer to my touch is to move closer. He moves slowly, but with purpose. He answers my touch with a deep kiss. His lips are full and soft and determined in the mellow waking of the day. His tongue fills my mouth and I have no choice but to answer his kiss or be uncomfortably overtaken by it. I answer willingly. He pulls himself toward me. The bed and blankets around me are like a cocoon and his body becomes a part of that embrace. He continues his kiss. Purposeful in his tasting. His arms come around me, strong and thick, themselves. His hands on my skin are firm. The only clothes impeding his movements are the bedclothes. I like sleeping in my own skin, exposing it to the touch of my blankets. Now my skin is exposed to his. His hands move over it, waking it. Then, he is on top of me, coming into position in a rolling way that allows our moving bodies to retain the snugness of the well-slept in bed. Our arms are wrapped around each other. Mine, around his shoulders and back. His under my shoulders, with his hands cupping my head, better to force his kisses upon my yielding mouth. Then, he is in between my legs, and then, he is inside me. We are deep in our bed and it is clear that his intention is to be deep inside me. There is no need for preamble. I am ready, startled by and deliciously accepting of this morning advance. We are close. There is no gap between our bodies. He is heavy on top of me and I am wrapped around him. Our coupling does not last long, but it does not need to. It is complete in its fullness. Two bodies thick with morning and sleep, made one in warmth and intensity. As our bodies respond to the movement and stimulation, they thicken as well. I can feel his penis becoming harder and more engorged as he moves inside of me. His breath thickens, his face buried against my neck. I can feel the muscles of my vagina thicken to squeeze him tighter, and my legs do the same. My clitoris responds, engorging and hardening in its own way as his body rubs against it. As we climax, our bodies stiffen and tighten, the solidity of our embrace reflecting the intensity of the orgasm we experience as we cry out together and greet the day.

I have a new lover.

It is a beginning. The beginning of a relationship is such an exciting time. Everything is new. Everything is unexplored. Everything is a surprise. It is so with us.

Just thinking about our time together ignites all my senses and blocks out the rest of the world.

My mind is full of questions and anticipations. Anticipation is such a powerful aphrodisiac, and I am in a constant state of anticipation. I am surprised I have not lit everyone around me on fire. That is how sensually charged I feel.

Think of the last time you had a new lover….

Can I just reach out and touch, or should I ask permission?

What will he smell like when I get close enough to really inhale his scent? I love the smell of a man. Forget colognes or soaps. I want to smell skin. What will his passion smell like? His patience? His ecstasy?

What will his voice sound like when we are so close that the softest of whispers will reach my ears? What will he say to me when we are that close? Will I be capable of responding with words, or will my body take over?

Once, he asked me if he could kiss me. No one had ever asked me that before. That simple question sealed the deal. Yes.

What will his kiss feel like? Taste like? There are kisses and then there are kisses. There are kisses that occur in the light, and then there are kisses that happen in the dark. Kisses that lead to…

What will he look like when his body is bare before me? What intimate details have his clothes hidden? How vulnerable will I feel when I am exposed before him? What will it feel like to have his eyes upon me? Just thinking about those new eyes on me makes me blush and tingle and smile.

What will his skin feel like? Soft or firm? Smooth or rough? Cool or warm? What will his hands feel like on my skin? Light or heavy? Gentle or demanding? Shy or certain?

Time to go. He is here…