I remember how she lay there in the early morning sun as Morpheus showed her the endless possibilities of slumber. I watched as the sun played with her hair, turning auburn into red and brown to nearly black.
Her lips seemed to kind of mimic the emotions she was experiencing in her sleep. I loved those lips. They were a star in heaven when they smiled. When they frowned, they brought the biblical flood and I was enslaved to them, to make them smile once more. They were eager to service me and my needs when called upon, but they always tasted like honey when I kissed them.
She was a short, stout little girl. She was bigger but not to the point of saying she was obese. The weight she had was in the right places and she wore it extremely well. I always found myself staring at her as she stood or moved around. She awoken something in me that I thought was long dead. Something primal. Something craven.
I know that in this day and age to look at a woman as something powerful, independent and unable to be identified is a taboo worthy of cancellation, however I don’t come from this new world culture so when I see a woman of her great beauty sleeping in my bed as the lazy Sunday sun streams through my window, I’m going to react in a most offensive way possible. Because I am a man from a much better time.
As if to respond to my thoughts, she woke up. Her eyes fluttering a bit, she stretched and I watched as her ample breasts rose and hovered under the blanket and then fell back as she settled in. That out of date and obsolete creature that lived inside me howled in appreciation, urging me to move in. I ignored it. To look upon those eyes. To be allowed to see into her soul made me want to kneel at her feet. I was trapped by her face, like a spider in the flytrap, I was lost in her, to her. Before she was even able to smile, I was her slave and her smile were my chains, for when she did, I was reduced to a quivering mass of eager hormones.
And then she did, she smiled and her face transformed into that of a cherub. Light radiated around her and she sort of floated. My heart beat so hard in my chest I thought it might actually explode. My nerve ends flared to life in a strange sort of cold fire. I know my jaw dropped because her smiled turned to surprise and then back to a warm forgiving smile.
She wriggled her way to me, laying her head on my chest wrapping her arm around me and cuddling as close to me as she could. The scent of her hair and the touch of her skin sent shock waves through me like a tidal wave from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. And she was aware of this as she hugged me tight and I could feel on my chest she was smiling.
Slowly, like oil on your skin, she slunk over the top of me laying there smiling her hands rubbing my chest. She had a devils look in her sparking eyes that told me what she wanted, there was no mistaking that.
Slowly she wiggled her hips, left to right, like a snake wiggling across the floor. Then she pressed herself downward, left, right, down. She stared at me, eyes locked on me. I could see in those eyes a fire beginning to burn. Embers lighting and the excitement growing in her soul.
Her hand made its way from my chest downward. Restraint. Restraint is the key word to passion, because without it you will go mad. If you cannot restrain your passions, you will find yourself out of character, accusatory and soon, alone with only your passions.
Restraint. Restraint must be utilized with your love otherwise, like your passions, it will grow to be obsession. Obsession is the most cursed of things for it turns love into enslavement. It is a wicked little thing.
Restraint. A most necessary tool in the matters of sex. Without restraint its over in a matter of seconds leaving her unsatisfied. An unsatisfied woman becomes a creature of nourishment and if she is not satiated at home, she will find her needs met elsewhere.
As she placed me inside her she began to move, to gyrate to feed on the forces generated by sexual desire. Clumsy at first, I found her rhythm and could keep pace with her needs. As her satisfaction grew, she sat up, her hands pushing against my chest.
I watched as her head reeled back as if she had been struck by some invisible force. She thrust herself to and fro, with a growing need and sharper force. She lay back down on me again, pushing herself into my chest, trying desperately to make us both one. I could hear her labored breath panting. I could feel the heat of it burning on my chest.
She looked at me, her gaze both confused and demanding. She rolled her head to the left and closed her eyes as she lay her head on my chest. I too closed my eyes and kept in time with her ebb and flow.
Not many people understand the basic concepts of sex. Sure, its meant to feel good and keep the ice cream business in full production as well as keep Phillip Morris in business, but there is more to the story.
You see God may have been pissed and threw us out of his garden, but what he didn’t tell us is, we still had all the great power he gave us, he just made us forget. You see god gave to us the power of creation.
If sex is done correctly and it is very difficult to do. But if it is done correctly and both achieve climax at the same time, all that energy that is built up explodes into something, could just be a flash of lightening as the moment concludes, it could be the birth of some sort of animal totem, or it could be channeled inward and down into the womb, into the fertile plain of creation, the cradle, if you will of civilization.
It was what I was hoping for when she crashed into me, shivering and clutching as her breath strained and her muscles pulled and then as the moment arrived, she stopped she held perfectly still as I injected my seed into her.
She gasped for a moment, slowly her muscles relaxed and she melted onto my chest. She lay there, her eyes closed, her body spent and I relaxed, covered in her sweat and warmth and her scent.
I put my arm around the back of her neck, mostly to keep her from falling off the bed as I did so, I heard he laugh a gentle, quiet laugh. I knew what it was for as she slowly looked up at me. Her eyes were fill with stars. I could see the universe in her eyes as she slunk up to kiss me. It was a deep loving kiss that only comes after good sex.
It was a minute before she rolled over to lie back down and as she did, I got up to make her biscuits and gravy in bed, with coffee as a gentle November rain began to fall as she stared at the ceiling with a small contented smile about something, as a man, I will never know.
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