hurt.
Reaching the stage of meditation at the end, rather than placing our hands on our thighs palms up, Dash entwined our fingers on each side of our bodies. Back to back, I could feel our hearts beating together. The pounding was so intense, I wondered if the whole class could hear them. I didn’t want to move from our space in time… from our intimate connection. How long could we stay like this?
Hearing the word power . I lost all focus with each cleansing breath. Cleansing . My thoughts ran to our shower the night before when my knees hit the floor. I took charge. Spurred on as he looked down at me, observing my every move with his intense denim blue eyes. Licking up his erect length, I placed a soft kiss on the tip, his chest heaved. With his moisture on my lips, I moaned at his reactions. Stroking the base with one hand firmly, I sucked him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue and sucking, his hand went into my hair. I pushed his hand away, shaking my head no. I didn’t want his guidance. I wanted to figure out what he liked. No fucking my mouth. I wanted the control over him. Obeying me, he placed his palms flat against the rock tiled wall. I continued my actions, adding my free hand to his taut genitals, lightly grazing them with my nails, then cupping their tautness with a gentle squeeze. He gasped, closing his eyes, tipping his head back. Watering cascaded over every muscle that was on high alert, beautiful! My excitement increased. My breathing matched his as he let loose and released into my mouth. I felt so alive. So powerful that his pleasure was all mine.
With the break of our hands, I was back. Namaste was the sadness word I had ever heard. It would forever have a whole different meaning for me. No longer would it be a peaceful expression, but it would represent a painful moment. It left me with the need to be quiet.
Our silence continued to my room and into the shower. Like our yoga session, the act of bathing was touchy-feely. An exploration of sorts to be stored in our memory banks forever. Sex wasn’t just sex. For the first time in my life, I actually felt something I had never felt before. It wasn’t just for pleasure. And, very pleasurable it was. It was a hello to a deeply confusing feeling and it was a sad goodbye to it.
Dressed, he held my hand, grabbed my rolling luggage, and walked me to a waiting car service. We hugged. I was going miss those arms. We kissed. Oh! The lips! We said aloha! Better than goodbye or was it? Both sounded wrong!
I thought about him throughout my journey back to reality, from the resort to my loft in LA. I was fulfilled and unfulfilled at the same time, sexually and emotionally. He was one of the best partners… he was the best I’d ever had. We were in tuned with each other. We fit perfectly. Moved as one. Fluidly; no stumbling. Like in couple’s yoga, our breaths were equal. An aspect I had never experienced. We had chemistry in and out of naked intimacy. It felt as if I knew him always, yet we knew nothing personally about each other. Hokey or not, we had a Zen-like connection. And, no connection. We said our final goodbyes; no chance of seeing each other again. No exchange of contact information. We followed the rules… my rules. No details. Simply resort sex. We were just numbers to each other.
Standing in my kitchen laundry area, emptying my luggage into a hamper, Hazel strolled in the door, pulling a rolling wire shopping cart filled with green and white canvas shopping bags I’d never seen before. She looked very badass. She was wearing a fitted black jersey outfit paired with a leather biker-looking jacket, along with big sunglasses and dark red lipstick.
“Look at you, lovely. What’s his name? You look so refreshed,” she asked. I missed her.
I avoided her assumption. “Oh it was beautiful. Just what I needed. It was perfect.” I bit my lip thinking of the perfection I left behind.
She didn’t miss my reaction to her words. “Hmmmm… I
Reaching the stage of meditation at the end, rather than placing our hands on our thighs palms up, Dash entwined our fingers on each side of our bodies. Back to back, I could feel our hearts beating together. The pounding was so intense, I wondered if the whole class could hear them. I didn’t want to move from our space in time… from our intimate connection. How long could we stay like this?
Hearing the word power . I lost all focus with each cleansing breath. Cleansing . My thoughts ran to our shower the night before when my knees hit the floor. I took charge. Spurred on as he looked down at me, observing my every move with his intense denim blue eyes. Licking up his erect length, I placed a soft kiss on the tip, his chest heaved. With his moisture on my lips, I moaned at his reactions. Stroking the base with one hand firmly, I sucked him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue and sucking, his hand went into my hair. I pushed his hand away, shaking my head no. I didn’t want his guidance. I wanted to figure out what he liked. No fucking my mouth. I wanted the control over him. Obeying me, he placed his palms flat against the rock tiled wall. I continued my actions, adding my free hand to his taut genitals, lightly grazing them with my nails, then cupping their tautness with a gentle squeeze. He gasped, closing his eyes, tipping his head back. Watering cascaded over every muscle that was on high alert, beautiful! My excitement increased. My breathing matched his as he let loose and released into my mouth. I felt so alive. So powerful that his pleasure was all mine.
With the break of our hands, I was back. Namaste was the sadness word I had ever heard. It would forever have a whole different meaning for me. No longer would it be a peaceful expression, but it would represent a painful moment. It left me with the need to be quiet.
Our silence continued to my room and into the shower. Like our yoga session, the act of bathing was touchy-feely. An exploration of sorts to be stored in our memory banks forever. Sex wasn’t just sex. For the first time in my life, I actually felt something I had never felt before. It wasn’t just for pleasure. And, very pleasurable it was. It was a hello to a deeply confusing feeling and it was a sad goodbye to it.
Dressed, he held my hand, grabbed my rolling luggage, and walked me to a waiting car service. We hugged. I was going miss those arms. We kissed. Oh! The lips! We said aloha! Better than goodbye or was it? Both sounded wrong!
I thought about him throughout my journey back to reality, from the resort to my loft in LA. I was fulfilled and unfulfilled at the same time, sexually and emotionally. He was one of the best partners… he was the best I’d ever had. We were in tuned with each other. We fit perfectly. Moved as one. Fluidly; no stumbling. Like in couple’s yoga, our breaths were equal. An aspect I had never experienced. We had chemistry in and out of naked intimacy. It felt as if I knew him always, yet we knew nothing personally about each other. Hokey or not, we had a Zen-like connection. And, no connection. We said our final goodbyes; no chance of seeing each other again. No exchange of contact information. We followed the rules… my rules. No details. Simply resort sex. We were just numbers to each other.
Standing in my kitchen laundry area, emptying my luggage into a hamper, Hazel strolled in the door, pulling a rolling wire shopping cart filled with green and white canvas shopping bags I’d never seen before. She looked very badass. She was wearing a fitted black jersey outfit paired with a leather biker-looking jacket, along with big sunglasses and dark red lipstick.
“Look at you, lovely. What’s his name? You look so refreshed,” she asked. I missed her.
I avoided her assumption. “Oh it was beautiful. Just what I needed. It was perfect.” I bit my lip thinking of the perfection I left behind.
She didn’t miss my reaction to her words. “Hmmmm… I
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