Intense.............

I practice walking on my hands, so that I can eat her in a comfortable state. I lick the clit before I taste inside of her. She's alerted by my touch. I take a deep breathe, this time I'm doing 60. I really shouldn't hold my breath, but she's getting 60 of non-stop action. Shit I may even cum myself. It feels good to me when her thigh muscles start to tighten.....that's when I know I'm doing my shit. I peek or stare, never in between. I like to catch her in a natural state of ecstasy. I want all the ugly faces! I don't need that cute shit cause you know I'm watching. But the stare, now the stare is something serious. Cause while I'm watching you, you're watching me. And during the stare I'm going IN. I'm rubbing my hands up and down your legs......definitely adding to the sensation. I want you to wrap your legs around my head and then tighten that shit. I know you're about to cum when you start leaning up. You're grabbing my head as you cum closer. My dick is hard as hell. I can't even lay down anymore. I grab you by the waist and lift that ass into the air. It’s a privilege to have high ceilings. You give me this look like I better not drop ya ass. But I'm not staring, I continue eating. Dam you're getting loud.......wait...there's the face. Let me get my balance, you’re shaking like crazy. And you cum……..

I give you a second, but still keep you in the air. You don't say a word, but I can hear your breathing. I'm still hard, so when I lower you, I lower you at an angle. You're surprised by my entrance, but you like that I'm spontaneous. You stay in the air for a while.....floating and gyrating on my love stick. I close my eyes so that I can fly with you. We float on till I'm on top of you, and you're now grabbing the sheets. It has been your turn twice, but I'm thinking the thirds the charm. You lay on top of a pillow, so I now have the perfect angle. I'm happy to be back, and you seem pleased yourself. I don't want to close my eyes this time, so there is no floating. Its more like wrestling. Our bodies intertwine as the energy passes through and fro. The pace picks up, as does the volume. We are both beyond loud at this point. The scene is wild......I wish there were spectators. There's no way I'm gonna remember all of this. I want to bite her, but she bites me. I bite her back. She looks at me. We stare at each other for a minute......or 2. I lean in and kiss her lips, as if I'm kissing her G Spot. Its a soft, sexy, meaningful kiss. She retracts back to looking into my eyes, as I do her.....as I do her……….

Her.............

I love the feminism of Her. Her soft skin, Her curves. I love Her emotional take on life. I love Her fashion. I love Her choice in men, but really just Her last one. I wonder how cool it would be to not know Her and then meet Her again to fall for Her again. And that's weird because I hate double work, but it would be so cool to have double Her. No better yet double the time with Her. Like 2 lifetimes with Her. That way I can tell Her I love Her more than me......and mean it. I don't want Her to want for anything, just remain wanted.

Her eyes talk to me when I look at them. They say look at Her.....and never stop. So I don't. And now I hate blinking, but I try not to use the word hate. I don't want any negative energy around Her. Her mother told me she'll kick my ass if I hurt Her daughter. I told Her that if Her daughter felt any pain then I would feel the same, and I didn't need 2 ass whippings in the same night. She smiled I smiled back.

I'd like to think that I met Her, at least I really really hope so. Life can be brighter with Her. Long slow days of Her under the sun. I miss........Her.........

No need to ask her why she's happy........

I died......my heart stopped beating. It reached its destiny. I now run on love.......with....... Known to you as her, but she does not know you. All is to me, as I am to her. We don't speak, we communicate. She understands my wants, there for she provides what I need. I fucked society, because there is no thing I would not do for her. And she understood, but I disagreed. We stand eye to eye only and always, unless we're laying down.......she likes being on top.

Sex is another steamy subject. We created a syllabus and we both teach the class, so there are no failures. I succeed when she succeeds. And the only thing she has to attempt doing is thinking. Everything else is flawless. She smiles when I think of her; no need to ask her why she's always happy. She's in a good space. Parked right on my soul and there's no alternate side of the street parking so she does not have to move in the morning. We can stay in late and do what she calls "boo-loving".