Love Lives Here

Y. was an expert at cunnilingus.

Her tongue could manage stiffness and deftness that one only dreams about while masturbating. I didn’t have to imagine her with her thick hair draping down my thighs. I didn’t have to hold an image of her lovely skin against mine. She was a vision but she was real and she had a taste for me.

I would lie back in awe of this magnificent creature of Nature’s creation.  Y.  was a hand carved work of art; a statuesque beauty of no compare. She was as rare as a fine gem and she wanted to lick and suck on me until I collapsed in a pleasurable heap.

During the time we were together, I often thought of my fortune at finding her. How odd to meet such a woman in a support group for those of us too preoccupied with sex! It was only after some time that I realized how lucky I truly was.

My sex aches with longing for her when she is not around. I see another beautiful brunette with long hair and I think of Y.  I’ve almost propositioned other women who remind me of Y., but knowing that Y. is waiting for me at the end of the day squelched any chance of me cheating on her.

I have fallen in love yet again.

Greed and Lust

The sun creeping over the hills and warming the room woke me up.

It was hot in my place; stifling and hard to breathe. I looked down toward my pelvis at the weight centered on my body. Her raven hair, shining in the morning light draped effortlessly down my legs. Her mouth slightly open, rhythmic slow breathing told me she was still sleeping.

I’ve been told that it is creepy having someone watch you sleep, but I didn’t feel like a creep watching her. Her smooth skin, perfect mouth, glorious locks all there on display for me to admire. Y. was gorgeous and I found it difficult to not look at her.

I must have moved a bit because suddenly those amber eyes were on mine. A sleep-drenched smile played across her lips and her eye lashes batted against each other in an attempt to drive the slumber away.  Before I could whisper a greeting, she pulled her long lean frame up against mine and kissed my mouth in a gentle and very personal way.

I loved to touch her, and I raked my fingertips through her thick, luxurious hair. She smelled like the air blowing in from the sea: fresh, clean and saline.

Y. began to move her lips down my chin to my neck, gently nipping at my collar bones and then swirling her tongue around my nipples. She sucked on me for a while, long enough for the heat to build intensity. I felt her body slip against mine and I realized that we were both getting sweaty already. 

I looked toward the fan in the window, but Y’s chin on my pubic bone redirected my thoughts. Hot or not, we were getting it on.

“I love the way you taste, Dallas,” she purred, making swirls with her tongue on my engorged clit. I parted my legs to ease her access and tossed my head back on the pillows. The thoughts going through my mind were all Y.:  her tall tanned body and incredibly thick dark hair. Her eyes of liquid gold and her fully pouty lips. Her scent, her touch, her essence on me. I wanted to taste her as well, but I didn’t want her to stop.

I was greedy with lust for this woman.

Can You See Me Now?

There is something about sex on a couch.

Not just any couch, mind you. This couch is up three stories in the sky, overlooking a church parking lot. The massive windows that face the cathedral are shade-less.  I leave the shades and curtains open just so that I might get a glimpse…

Night-time and lights are on. Y. is between my legs, devouring my essence with a ravenous hunger I thought only I possess. These exploits are for the taking; the view to a thrill is just outside these windows, peer up from  the path below.

Of all the sinners in the church across the street, is there anyone who can see us? Y. is taking her time making me come. Stretched out to full length, I take up space on these cushions of blue. I wonder who is out there. I wonder what they can see.

I writhe with pleasure. I shudder with ecstasy. Y. is doing it again. She’s making me forget the past and those frequent lovers. She is making time stand still and forcing me into the moment at hand. She is the absolute lover and I orgasm with a fierce wave of sexual release. Just in time to see those faces down below.