Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Resistance is futile

There sometimes comes a point, in a sexual relationship, when it ceases to be about fucking and sucking and impressing each other with bedroom skills, and starts being about each other. You stop worrying about whether you're pleasing him or if you're going to get off and just lose yourself in it.

It happened last weekend, for him and I. The room was filled with flickering candlelight, which makes skin look so lovely. He was on top of me, kissing me, his hard cock resting heavily on my stomach. He inched lower, dragging it down, down until it nudged my clit, smearing it with wetness. He rubbed the head around, teasing me, making me want it. I arched my back and pulled his hips towards mine. The tension in the air was thick with longing.

It snapped as he sank into me, with our half-strangled cries. Skin on skin, our first time without the distancing, deadening sensation of latex. So much more intimite, that implied trust. I didn't touch him, otherwise, nor him me; I simply watched in the mirror as he slowly, sweetly made love to me.

Afterwards, in that fuzzy, drowsy afterglow, I almost had to put my hands over my mouth to keep from telling him I loved him. It's only the sex, I know, but it feels real.


Blogger suburban sexpot said...

i've never liked sex without a mental connection. call it love or something else, but definately call it real.

6:06 PM  
Anonymous rocksea said...

comfortable sex like this is a product of a good mental connection.

10:11 AM  
Blogger Adora said...

Yes, we definitely have some kind of connection. I'm just afraid it's more hormonal than emotional.

10:46 PM  
Blogger LocuTus of Borg said...


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