Tonight the secret memories of our favorite lovemaking are flooding my mind, pleasuring me with pictures of lusty, earthy, passions. I re-imagine us, you and me, as the curtain of our performance draws open and the story of our unrestrained love unfolds.
You are on your back as we lie entwined and welded to each other, and the steady thrusting of our bodies grows more intense with each orchestrated movement of our hips. My hand can feel hard muscles flexing under the soft roundness of your buttocks, and my back luxuriates under your gliding fingers. I nuzzle the hairline behind your ear and your musky sandalwood smell mesmerizes me as your tongue finds and caresses my throat. Kissing my neck, you whisper in my ear. " Turn me over."
Sitting back on my knees, I admire the luscious naked body in front of me on the carpet, one knee raised and other flat against the shag, your intimacy glistening and slightly open, its tangled surrounding nest of curls raven and inviting; your belly rising and trembling slightly. I lightly slide my hand along the outside of your naked thigh, grasping your hip to urge your body over. You move with my hand, gracefully rolling one leg over the other and shifting onto your stomach in a single long, lithe movement. Sunlight from the parlor window washes across your nakedness as you gaze at me over your shoulder, a sultry invitation in your eyes. I shift between your outstretched legs and, taking your hips in my grasp, lift you to me. Your knees find their balance, elevating the trunk of your body in an angle toward me. Your face is resting on its cheek, your long hair spread on the carpet like a shining ebony fan. My eyes drink your dusky body, beginning with the base of your neck and then following your spine, past the narrow waist, to the cleavage and disappearing darkness between us, where your most secret places lie in wait. I am hard and swollen, feeling the solid curl-massed resistance of your pubic bone hidden in that close darkness. You urge me with slow inviting undulations. I move my hand between us, gently caressing your damp entry. You groan and rock your hips slightly; and I take my hardness in my hand, guiding it to your threshold, past its swollen lips, finding warm, moist, enveloping love. You shudder and spread your buttocks open against me as I push into the slippery wetness, sliding full into your tight embracing vessel. I draw back out to the lips of your entrance, then press deep, all the way. I begin pumping, my back arching and humping in taut rhythm as you rock your hips in unison. Reaching between your legs, your fingertips gently stroke my driving manhood. Our thrusts grow harder and faster in clapping animal abandon. Glistening with sweat, you whimper and gasp, on your elbows and knees, moving even harder against me. Then deep groans betray orgasmic explosions in rippling repeating waves through your body. My organ suddenly swells tighter in a shuddering final drive into your tunnel. I feel pumping behind my testicles and hot fluid exploding from my rigid member into the welcoming chamber of my writhing lover. My convulsing body empties in throbbing releases and, as the climax subsides, I am weak and melt to the floor. You turn and lay your warm sweat-washed body along the length of mine, and we hold each other, arms entwined and bodies interwoven. We both drift into dreamless slumber; spent, exhausted, and limp with satisfaction and the joy of each other.
Memory's curtain draws together to be opened again another day - or night - but a corner at the floor of the stage stays pulled back slightly, and the vision never totally disappears, because you are my lover … forever.