Sunday, March 16, 2008

Togetherness


Late yesterday afternoon, after CJ got home from work I was thrown into the paradise that only he can send me to. Not only had it been a while since we connected in the way that physical love can do for a couple, but we both needed just a good old tension release.

I don't believe that any couple can truly connect without making love. It is the finale, if you’ll excuse the pun, the climax to a relationship.

As he kissed me, I began to melt into him. Things got very playful and for a while there I even acted as though I was only 17 years old. I think I could really run with that role-play at another time. It made me feel so bad, so hot to think of myself as a 17 year old giving myself up to this much older man.
As his hands moved under my blouse, then under my bra, squeezing my tits I felt like a young girl being just starting her sexual exploration. It was as though I was letting a man 'feel me up' for the first time. I liked it too.
I felt as though I needed a certain bit of courage to reach down to feel his hardness, his manhood. I didn't feel like a grown woman who was confident enough just to grab the cock she wanted. It made it all so wicked.

CJ wanted to move to the bedroom once I had allowed him to take off all my clothes. I asked if it was OK if we went to his parent's bedroom, adding slightly to the fantasy I was playing in my mind.
Our bedroom has large glass doors that lead to a balcony. Thick vertical blinds normally cover it. It was a nice day here in Central Maryland yesterday and the blinds were open. He had turned to lock the front door and I stood at the foot of the bed, blinds open, playing with my naked body as I watched oblivious people in the parking lot below.
I love being so forward, so free.

I told CJ when we were in bed how free he makes me. Truer words were never said.

Once on the bed, we truly fell into each other. The kisses, the massaging, the handsome look of his hard cock just to start. It seems the more he touched me, the more I felt him, the more primordial I became. The feel of my hair all over my face, the more I felt like a cat in heat. CJ knows how I need to taste his cock, how wet it makes me, how it makes me ache and soon he was feeding it to me. I was sucking and licking on him. I wanted to drive him crazy with my mouth.
Then it was my turn, I was being repaid and his kisses, lips and tongue were making love to my pussy. My legs spread wide as he finger fucked and ate me to massive orgasms.
But I live for the feeling of his cock inside me, stretching me open, responding to each other, moving in tandem.

Perfection.

We lingered for a long time in bed afterwards and I really liked that. He continued to massage me. I even told him that I still remember the first time he fucked me. That will be 30 years next year. I always want it to be good. I may not be as young as I was then, not as slim, and like most people I'm still average looking but when those special fates bring me to our bed, I am pure soul. Sounds strange doesn't it? It's my body that I'm using and is being used, but it's my soul that seems to spring forward.

I'm sure that CJ thinks of me as insatiable. I can tell sometimes that I almost overwhelm him. It can't be helped. It can't be tamed. I will never change it, never apologize for it, I know the truth is I don't have to with CJ. He understands it.

I miss him when we are not together and I told him so. I miss the feel of his body that connection I've been talking about. I know over the past three years of writing in this blog I've said it before, and I must say it again; I love the man. I love CJ as no other. I will need to go to bed with him until my last breath

2 comments:

Alfie said...

It is so beautiiful when people feel that way about each other. Sometimes I think we're in a minority.

Dirty Debbie said...

No I don't think we're in a minority. I do think that some people have a tougher time expressing or talking about how they feel for each other. It's a shame too.
Let's just keep enjoying each other!