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When I awoke, I lay there for a few minutes trying to sort things
out. The clock said 9:08. After reminding myself that this was a
Saturday and I did not have to go into the place I laughingly refer to
as “work,” I began to wonder: Had I dreamed it? No; there was a wet spot
where she’d lain. And I became aware of the aroma of fresh coffee (half-
Sumatra, quarter-pound each of French-roasted Mexican Altura and French-
roasted Colombian, dripped in a Braun Melitta-filter pot) I rolled to my
feet, pulled on my faded blue terrycloth robe, slipped into my slippers
(clever name for them, eh?) and thwap-thwapped into the living room.
Elly had opened the shutters and glorious sunshine was pouring in
through the fourth-floor windows of my tenement apartment. She was doing
wonderful things for my old, blue Dior robe (the tattered one that came
halfway to my calves). A cup of The Good Stuff was on the battered old
oak table next to the love seat and she’d switched the stereo to play
through the living room speakers, the ones in the books shelves. (more…)

Your moaning is loud and deep, and in your passion you begin kissing
my ear. This stifles your moaning, but the pleasure you’re feeling forces
you to switch to an arousing whimper, in the depths of your throat. You
tongue my ear, sending ripples of desire through me. It turns me on as much
as your whimpering does, and I squeeze your ass harder, pressing your crotch
against mine.
The sexual joy I’m feeling builds, builds, builds until I can stand it
no longer. In one quick motion I break our embrace and pick you up in my
arms. Our lips meet and our tongues intwine, increasing our mutual feeling
of intimacy. (more…)

I finally have you where I want you: alone. My place, your place,
it doesn’t matter, as long as I have you to myself. I take you in my arms,
feeling your weight against my body, and press my hardness against you.
You feel so good there against me, so soft, warm and squeezable. I take your
head in my hands and kiss your lips, ever so softly. Your lips are moist
and delicious, and I savor every moment. My mouth parts slightly, allowing
my tongue to creep out and tentatively press between your lips. Ever so
slowly, your lips part, and my tongue sinks down into your mouth, where your
eager tongue awaits…
My hands creep down your luscious body, passion bursting in me with
each inch they cover. My hands brush against your breasts, so firm and full.
I long to stop there, long to take one in each hand. I know it would please
you as much as I know it would please me. But I control myself, and make my
hands drift further down, down, down to your waist, so soft and smooth. I
let my left hand drift around behind you, and allow myself the pleasure of
grasping your fine ass. Oh, the indescribable pleasure of it! My right
hand has other intentions, though. I let it go where it wants, and it
wiggles its way inbetween our bodies, and down to your delicious wetness.
So soft, so wet, so…. Your wet playground is quite a delight…
I sense your passion building, and with a few deft flicks of my fingers
I send you close to the edge, but not quite over. The mounting tension makes
you grind your hips into mine, and you moan with pleasure….

Today was not the day for calm reflection, but the rather hazy and yet
intense day that leaves you breathless before you start. I had found myself
waking to a slight breeze chilling me as I lay naked on top of the covers. The
night had been clammy, and unsatisfying.
I stretched, and Tom sprawled quietly back over the other site of the bed.
His arms were thrown back as if shot, but there was a peace in his breathing
and face that belied that impression. I smiled to myself, and ran my flattened
hand down his chest, and washerboard stomach to his flaccid penis. I loved
this time, when he was soft, and unconscious. I softly rolled his balls
between my fingers, and felt a slight shift and firming against the back of my
hand. I smiled, rolled away, and rose to shower. (more…)