his tongue; it was a strange, intoxicating flavorâthe tang of my body mixing with the heat of his.
When I pulled his shirt off, he produced a condom from his wallet and sat it carefully on the arm of the couch. I watched the muscles of his back, sweaty and glistening as the track lights pooled on the glossy surface of his shoulder blades. I just couldnât believe I was actually with this guyâhe was so made to orderâwith his rock-star hair and his cut shoulders. Why would he bother with me when he could have the bionic blonde?
Before I could muddy the moment with worry, he unbuttoned his fly and dropped his jeans to the floor. I sat there Indian-style on the couch and he touched my hair with the tips of his fingers; I pulled his boxers down slowly and slipped hisâokay, okay!âhis throbbing member between my lips. I glanced up to see how I was doing and his eyes were closed in a look of total bliss. I slipped him in and out of my mouth until he was slick with saliva, glistening and hard, plum-colored. Iâve never really considered anyoneâs cock beautiful, but Coopâs is different. Usually, sex is such a tense transaction for me, Iâm just happy if itâs not gherkin-sized or flaccid. With Coop, I feel like I could fondle and caress it forever. The first time I saw it, I remember thinking, this is the one. Isnât that weird? Like Iâd been looking for something and I didnât even know it until right then.
After a long, slow blow job, he let out a soft groan and bent over me, searing my mouth with another famished kiss. The next thing I knew the condom was on and he was inside me, the full length of him pushing in, deeper, moving slowly, watching my face like he wanted to memorize every inch of it. I leaned back against the cushions of the couch and smiled with dizzy pleasure as I felt my body making way for him, yielding like warm river sand. Outside, one of the neighborâs dogs howled and a gust of wind rattled the sliding glass doors. I could still hear Steven snoring his long, rattling snores, but I tried not to think about that. I wanted to tell Coop somethingâI didnât know what. I ached for words as nuanced and delicate as what he made me feel, but my lips wouldnât cooperate and it was too late for talking, anyway.
He kept moving, faster now, finding his rhythm, pushing against me and into me, his eyes closed in concentration. I felt the familiar climb, the roller coaster slowly cresting the hill, one excruciating moment building on the next, and then the drop was visible, the plunge just around the bend, and his moan unleashed a great white heat inside me. My motherâs house flew apart in a blinding flash and in my head the scream I let out was primal, electric, terrifying, but the sound that actually slipped through my parted lips was barely more than a breathy little gasp.
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Just so you know, Iâll probably take a Sharpie to all the above before sending this. Itâll look like World War II correspondence after the censors had a crack at it. Donât take this the wrong way, but at this point youâve become sort of irrelevant. I mean writing all this down is starting to transcend the usual aim of a letterâto entertain or inform or whatever. Now itâs therapy, and weâre talking high-crisis treatment like shaved heads and electric shock. When you handed me this notebook I thought the whole idea was pretty daft, but now I see the method to your madness; if I werenât committing this shit to paper, someone would have been hospitalized by now and thereâs a good chance that someone would be me.
At the risk of sounding presumptuous, I know what youâre thinking. How did Gwen go from a blinding orgasm to nearly carving her initials into Dannikaâs annoyingly wrinkle-free forehead?
Iâm getting to that.
Coop and I had a quick, post-coital snooze. I awoke to the sound of a flushing toilet and
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