He asked

what do you like? and I couldn’t answer… he made me shy somehow. Dare I speak my dirty little secrets to a man I had just met? but then again I had told him so much other stuff… and he always laughs, I think I gotta take that as he thinks what i say is cute, or makes him happy or something, but i almost always tell him ‘ its not funny! don’t laugh at me!’ Maybe I really am as self-conscious as he thinks I am… hmmm…. 

so.

I’ve always been excited by the idea of loud throaty sounds i can make a man succumb to…

a clasped hand on the side of my face pushing me up into a kiss…

a bite at the nape of my neck when the intensity of pelvic bones pressed together becomes euphoric…

seeing the viens of my lovers neck pulsing in rythem of his stroke as i bury my face into him…

sweat dripping off a brow bone onto my flesh as our bodies slide against the heat…

but also

the touch of rough fingertips gliding gently over the hidden creases of my skin…

whispers of emotion as lips glance across an earlobe…

slow smooth gliding just to feel my body wrapped around his shaft…

smiles into sparkling eyes after a soft probing kiss….

arms wrapped in a desperate embrace, almost clutching but more so feeling…

the sounds of breathing in my ear as my head rests on his chest, listening to the calm beat of his heart…

can i be an animal in the bedroom? of course and that’s hot and sexy and fulfilling, but also i am a female who likes to be touched like a lady, to feel the connection and just get lost in lazy loveliness discovering my lover for who he is too.

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~ by lostwidow on 2009/03/29.