The First Time
I gazed in to his eyes-admiring his form, his body structure, his skin. He pushed in to me, causing me to squeal in excitement. This was beautiful. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as I imagined the joy and delight he had given me-the smell of his skin, the feel of his hands, and the touch of his lips. He took me in, willingly. I wondered around his tiny apartment, feeling warmth almost immediately. I pushed a loose end of hair away and tucked it behind my ear. It was overwhelming, being the first time, exploring his life-his apartment. I grabbed a hold of his shoulders as he pushed smoothly in to me, making me cringe every time. I reached for his face, feeling the broadness of his skin, burying his cheek in to my palm. As I walked in, immediately I noticed a large plasma screen, sitting on a television unit, surrounded by two plush sofas, the colour grey-dark grey. To the right was his kitchen-small and homely. There was a door ahead, the bedroom. I followed as he led me in to it. I glanced around shyly, admiring his king sized bed and another plasma sitting on top of his tall boy. I noticed a bathroom, including a shower. The duvet cover was dark black, haunting but dark-erotic. I could feel and hear each breath he took as his body worked in to me, pleasing me and satisfying my crave. I wrapped my arms around him, placing them on his back, pulling him closer. I felt it. I felt his love, finally. I admired him, studied him, feeling him. My heart raced as I felt myself reaching its end. How great he was. How beautiful, in one piece he was. How significant this man could be. How fast things had suddenly flown past. We lay there, peacefully, pleased but with straight faces. Asleep, I awoke in need to disappear. I lifted the duvet, slowly and quietly. Dressing myself as quick as possible, I headed for the door. Turning my head behind, I smiled at myself. I was shocked by my bravery of letting myself get taken away. I shut the door quietly, engaging in my thoughts as I left.