On the way, I couldn’t help but think back to last night’s lovemaking with you, to my repeated orgasms, to my involuntary arousal and frenzy under your guidance, to the triumph and pride of your mastery… I knew that the woman approaching from the opposite side of the street must have wondered at the expression on my face – that embarrassed look of wanting to smile but not being able to, desperately pursing her lips… But the corners of my mouth must have given away my happiness.
With you, the appreciation of the body becomes so easy. Every pleasure is clearly perceived, and echoes are mobilized whenever and wherever possible. After more than two years of silence, I thought my body had forgotten what passion was. But with you, it was like being enlightened by magic, like something that doesn’t belong to me, and from the moment it was pressed into you, it began to warm up sensitively and boil uncontrollably.
I can’t believe I had two simultaneous orgasms with you in one hour – it’s unbelievable to think about it now, how could I have done that? And yet it did happen just like that, and, God, how could you get hard again in less than ten minutes after one? I couldn’t help but greet it with ecstasy while dodging in horror.
Favorite buried in your neck, smelling your sweat, listening to your hands, from my back, gentle and rough strokes to between the buttocks, your hands, full of aggression and full of love, every inch of the skin just like that was awakened, was involuntarily pulled, against the rhythm of your palms, against the coercion and compulsion that you bring, again and again hibernation again and again iteration, and then uncontrolled catharsis and intoxication.
And you sucked my breasts when you said you loved her most because of her fullness and beauty – even I was cathartic by your love to love her. Looking at her like a round bud tenderly pressed next to your face, my heart overflowed with infinite happiness and pride.
You don’t come out every time we change positions, we’re like Siamese twins, hugging each other tightly and turning over, still with you inside me and me inside you, smiling at each other. It’s so nice to feel like you’re not going anywhere. ∶Yesterday, I saw what you looked like when you climaxed – I’ve always wondered what you would look like at that time:) Yesterday, in the midst of the confusion, I accidentally saw the look on your face when you climaxed in the same place, an expression of complete and pure pain mixed with joy. At that moment, my heart was overwhelmed by my own ecstasy and the realization of your joy, the joy I could bring you, the ultimate we could create together – it was a feeling that I can’t describe.
At the moment of orgasm, I couldn’t help but murmur, “I love you.” You responded in kind, and at that moment, every word hit home – and I realized why they say that the water and the milk merge into the flesh… It turns out that saying that I love you is the most beautiful and the most heartfelt when I can say it with both my body and my soul at the same time.
I remember the time when I suddenly cried when you entered. It was because at that moment, I realized the existence of a feeling that was pressing against my throat, and I wanted to get it out. But as tears streamed down my face, I couldn’t say the words, the words that had been discarded for so long and that were totally unfamiliar… (At that time, you hugged me, gently patted me on the back, warmed me with your body, and said, “Don’t cry.”) Then you waited patiently for me to slowly choke out the words that I was struggling to say like a newborn child: “I love you.”
It was that day that I knew how I felt about you, knew that I could no longer simply pleasure you with just my body, and knew that you, like me, were beginning to make love to me with your mind.