Mmmm….

Nothing quite like it.

Waking!

Knowing that your lover isn’t there

Yet trapped within is the memory of when he was

Shiver of desire courses through you

Memory!
Feeling his hands on your body
His lips on yours
Rippling desire echoing
He pulls you close
And doesn’t let you go
Holding you
Enclosed within his arms
Feeling the warmth of him
…and the strength

Oh, yes…

Waking to the memory and yearning for more. More time to explore. More time to learn what our bodies can do together.

Progress…

At times I worry that I’ve been alone too long. Adjusting to another person is a process. When we were young we tended to jump in and drown in it thoughtless in our headlong pursuit of passion. Heedless in our search for lust. The joyous bubbly intoxicant that floods your system when you start to fall.

Now we are older, wiser or simply scarred. And my friend keep telling me to take it slow, keep my heart safe. Pace myself. At the same time my body is crying out for attention.

To know and be known.

Licks!

The Kiss

Kissing is an art.

It is the opening act.

I remember, with gentle amusement, my first kiss. It was a sloppy, open mouth, face devouring, kiss. The kind that strips your makeup off (it was the 80’s and we were young) and made you wonder why people liked kissing.

Luckily – later attempts were better. But it was years before I experienced a transcendent kiss – and that was a kiss! An open door, that when walked through, took me to lands of desire and bliss.

In that kiss I realized all of the dreams of what a kiss should be. How it warms you, sending tendrils of longing through your body. A good kiss pulls you in allowing you to leave the world behind. Narrows your focus and builds – moment upon moment – on itself.

I had a lover who I adored kissing. Our kisses would start out gently – tentative – almost chaste. Then move to demanding. Our bodies rippling together as our lips and tongue danced.

The interesting thing was, when I mentioned to him, how much I adored kissing him, he told me that I had a funny way of kissing. I didn’t open to him soon enough – I believe was the message – I kept him tantalized but not satisfied.

Why am I not sorry?
(Too bad I can’t show you the wicked grin or the raised eye brow this memory brings.)

A kiss, like a touch, begins things. There are as many different ways to kiss as there are combinations of people and moods. Sometimes I bite, sometimes I play with my tongue against their teeth, sometimes I devour drinking in their lips and tongue.

And sometimes…I kiss the corner of their mouth, feather my lips across theirs and then wait. Stroking the embers of a fire that started with a look or a touch and waiting to see where my lover will take me.

Tantalizing….

Licks!