Come to me

I like it. The loving strength of it, giving you a full body massage. There is a connection that runs like fire from your body to mine and back again as I traverse the muscled landscape of your form. I can feel you melting as I work each side and down the length of your back. Like unwinding a a bent coil of metal wire I straighten you out lengthen you, each ligament and meaty fiber.

There is no sense of desire there as I wander up and down the long legs or during the deft manipulation of each of those beautiful feet. It's like toying with sculpted marble carvings, only your feet are warm. I'm so proud of their beauty I want to show them off to strangers.

I advance to the arms. massaging each in turn till they release and lay limp with bliss on either side of your body. Having turned you over and working again the tops and side of all of you I tenderly touch your face and move down your belly.

I asked if you wanted a happy ending and you seemed delightfully surprised. I used a different oil then. Grapeseed oil. It is so light and slick you barely know its there. All sensation now tingling on your hardened cock I hear you suck your breath in as I pulse it. I find the combinations that seem to make your stomach muscles tense in rhythm and then lean over to kiss you, still pistoning your shaft in my hand.

I can feel that endless primal circuit now through our hot kiss, in the searching caress of your hand on my breast and along the line of arm to the quaking ivory staff.

You fountain. Contentment.

He Gets Me

You know when someone loves you because they know what you love. Among the gifts my Hubby gave was 50 feet of Para Cord and a Hello Kitty umbrella. He knows what I like. He paid attention. He gave me what I would really like and I adore him for it. He gets me.

I know what he likes I watch him drooling at the RV super store. I make mental notes throughout the year about what catches his eye. His satisfaction and contented purring over his Christmas haul was music to my ears. and his reward, you may ask...? He gets... me.

A Man in My Eyes

When you would stop me in passing and turn me to face away from you and re tie my bow, when you so thoughtfully remembered to pack my favorite refreshment in a cooler when we took a road trip, when you looked into my eyes, smiled and said "My beautiful wife...", when you grabbed me in your sleep and pulled me to you because you had a nightmare and wanted to protect me, when you said nice things about your step son when you didn't think I was listening, when you take me out to dinner and tip generously for good service, when you do these things that make you a man in my eyes, I adore you.

Holding Hands

I can always find my comfort and being when I am holding hands with someone I love. Most of the time I live so much inside my own head I feel very formless and disconnected. That contact and touch snaps me to physical reality and grounds me in a soothing way. I notice time when I hold your hand.

I like the communication that crosses back and forth from holding hands. There is a sweetness when you do it for the first time with someone. You shyly touch and find that right position. The levels of intimacy through holding hands is wonderful too. Interlaced fingers while making love is wildly intimate and erotic. The trust and control gaged by the restraint and measured tenderness of the hands, intoxicating.

Sometimes when I sleep with you I have you curled around me and I find your hand. I like to hold just your thumb. My hands are so small in yours that I can't comfortably hold your fingers interlocked, but I can grasp your thumb in the palm of my hand nicely. I'll sleep like that. My whole essence adrift in the universe of empty sleep but anchored in the world by your hand, your thumb in mine.

Soaked

I knew when I fell in love. One minute friendly and laughing and the next something more, something grand and overwhelming. I remember once driving down the highway and driving beneath an overpass. As I drove under it was clear and when I emerged out the other side it was a deluge of rain. It happened in moments. One second dry and next soaked. Love is like that.

I remember being so utterly baffled by the surge of emotions, chemicals and sensations that rioted around my body that I could hardly breath or think. Seems like I lost my footing. Now anytime you kiss me long or whisper something tantalizing in my ear I am lost all over again. I hate that power you have over me, and I surrender to it every time.

Familiar and Still New

I know you are tired. I know that you have just enough energy to watch TV and wind down. Yet, when I see you draped across the couch looking ever so much like an all you can eat buffet, it is difficult for me to leave you alone.

I can walk by and glance at you, so cuddly and relaxed, maybe twice before I need to devour you. I gesture my intention to you with my insistent knee, gently prying apart your legs to let me nestle between them and match you limb for limb along the length of your lanky body.

You are always warmer than me. It's like embracing sunshine in my arms. I love heat of you, the pulsing energy and sinew of you. I duck my head under your T- shirt and let it tent over to hide the little torments I will indulge myself in on your chest.

My senses sing full of you as I am tickled by your chest hair. I greet each puckered tan nipple by capturing it with the pressure of my lips. This ancient rhythm I play out on you is familiar and still new to me. 

The Ear

You held me captive with your lips. Warm soft cupping kisses against the shell of my helpless earlobe, I tremble under the sweet punishment. Each exhale a crashing wave on the endless sand. Each flick of your tongue sending lightening charges along my spine.

Every tender assault on my ear leaves me shuddering in anticipation. You slay me. I am conquered. I become the twinkling stars and yielding moon of your expansive night. Points of light the pin pricks of pleasure you pierce from me.