September 2008
8 posts
is there anything better than long languorous sex on a rainy sunday ?
i love that when we are together i dont feel the weighty expectation of what “we” could, or should, be
but instead the lightheaded joy of discovering the possibilities of us
i am constantly questioning our relationship
you constantly have the right answers
Words
I could try to seduce you with this patter of pornographic platitudes but sometimes i worry that words can begin to feel hollow. How do I convey a look that imparts warmth and self assuredness with mere words ? how can I allow you to hear a voice that is soft yet strong, feel a sound which has an almost tangible basso ? how will you know the feel of my hand on your lower back as I lead...
it’s an unusual perspective for me - her feet on either side of my head, then as she knelt, red amongst the hair, that tendon from thigh to groin appears, there is detail which is at once intensely fascinating yet only generically comprehensible then that wonderful smell of sex. Suddenly it all changes, i am trapped but my neck strains up to reach her, my nose is lost in wetness even as my...
the thing that attracted me was not her lithe, limber form, the clear blue eyes … it was the need for affirmation she exuded. It was the prelude to trust, a supplication for comfort, for strength. I was happy to provide it, partly because she made the process so easy, partly because it felt good to provide the affirmation, to feel strong, to feel trusted. I wanted to help. The ultimate expression...
do all men see you as quite so on display as you seem to me ? do other men see that decolletage, mere flesh on so many others, as illicit, provocative and sexual on you; the ass and thighs revealed by heels as an invitation, imagined and accepted, each word, each glance as a flirtation ?
Fuck it was fun. We laughed a hell of a lot … at our bodies, with our bodies, never nervous or reserved, never serious enough to be “passionate” or “intense” … discovering the vagaries of our beautiful vulgarity … There was the poor stage management of “Left … Right … down a bit … Yes just right there … No back up a bit again...
