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…