rented sofa and nervously scraped off nail varnish just as
My Cherie Amour
came across the air waves. I briefly lost my balance, but didn’t topple onto the floor. Singing along with Stevie, Gabriel walked over, stood squarely in front of me, looked into my eyes as he removed the Marlboro from his lips, and then put his hand behind his back. I shifted uncomfortably. A streamof smoke drifted up over his shoulders as he leaned forward and placed a long kiss on my lips. His lips were so soft, so warm, and so moist on mine, I melted. “Don’t kiss me that way unless you mean it.” I giggled nervously, trying to calm down. Trying to harness the feelings flying through my body. Trying to make the room stop spinning. And trying to return the atmosphere to a wholesome one. MARRIED MAN! I screamed internally.
Gabriel placed his Marlboro in an ashtray I had purchased just for him, and in a cautious voice said, “I do mean it.” His hand rose to my face and he repositioned his lips on mine.
My body trembled as goose bumps began breaking onto my inner thighs from the feel of his hand gliding across my cheek. Feeling his damp hand, I knew he was as apprehensive as me when he began kissing each of my fingers in turn. An involuntary chill swept through my body as he effortlessly swooped me into his arms, and gently kissed my lips, my nose, and my eyelids, while carrying me into my bedroom.
Everything seemed in slow motion as Gabriel placed me onto that hideous red bedspread. Feeling a blend of guilt, passion, and intoxication, I absorbed his scent like a human sponge, wanting to seize as much of his aura as possible. Through our clothing, I felt his body pulsating as he slowly moved back and forth across me, his rough and calloused hands gliding ever so gently as he unbuttoned my dress, touching, sampling, and tenderly caressing newly exposed skin. And just when he had ignited a panoply of unknown desires in me, he stopped abruptly, jumped up, and stood beside the bed. I sighed a mixed-emotion sigh, thankful he was strong enough to leave before we did anything wrong.
Gabriel pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor, and looked down at me. “I’m going to savor every inch of your body,” he said almost inaudibly. Then he slipped out of his jeans and white briefs, revealing an incredibly muscular physique. This was my third sexual partner, yet the first man whose body I allowed my eyes to slowly gaze up and down, memorizing every inch. Gabriel’s V-shaped torso reflected his years of physical work, his arms and legs were sleek and sinewy, his chest almost hairless, and his belly taut. “As soon as I take a shower.” he said.
My body was still shaking when he climbed back onto the bed. His hand trembled so much when he touched my cheek, I joked about him having one of those illnesses that affect voluntary motor functions. I touchedhis hard edged muscles as he smothered me with kisses and wrapped his arms around me, melting into my body. With Aretha crooning
Natural Woman
in the background, I surprised myself by how greedily I accepted him, pulling him closer inside as quiet echoes of “Cherie” rolled from his lips. A certain sense of destiny spiraled through my mind as I drifted into Aristophanes mythical speech from Plato’s
Symposium
. I had found my missing link.
“Your heart’s beating like crazy. . . Or is that mine?” He gently stroked my hair. “This feels like an illusion. An out-of-control, wonderful fantasy, spilling over into reality. I want it to be and I don’t want it to be,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes searching mine.
He couldn’t shut up and I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. This man had perfectly connected all the wires to my home entertainment unit. I had been untouched until now. And what do I do during my first orgasm? I burst into giggles. They began softly, and grew louder until I was giggling uncontrollably. What had he done to my central nervous
My Cherie Amour
came across the air waves. I briefly lost my balance, but didn’t topple onto the floor. Singing along with Stevie, Gabriel walked over, stood squarely in front of me, looked into my eyes as he removed the Marlboro from his lips, and then put his hand behind his back. I shifted uncomfortably. A streamof smoke drifted up over his shoulders as he leaned forward and placed a long kiss on my lips. His lips were so soft, so warm, and so moist on mine, I melted. “Don’t kiss me that way unless you mean it.” I giggled nervously, trying to calm down. Trying to harness the feelings flying through my body. Trying to make the room stop spinning. And trying to return the atmosphere to a wholesome one. MARRIED MAN! I screamed internally.
Gabriel placed his Marlboro in an ashtray I had purchased just for him, and in a cautious voice said, “I do mean it.” His hand rose to my face and he repositioned his lips on mine.
My body trembled as goose bumps began breaking onto my inner thighs from the feel of his hand gliding across my cheek. Feeling his damp hand, I knew he was as apprehensive as me when he began kissing each of my fingers in turn. An involuntary chill swept through my body as he effortlessly swooped me into his arms, and gently kissed my lips, my nose, and my eyelids, while carrying me into my bedroom.
Everything seemed in slow motion as Gabriel placed me onto that hideous red bedspread. Feeling a blend of guilt, passion, and intoxication, I absorbed his scent like a human sponge, wanting to seize as much of his aura as possible. Through our clothing, I felt his body pulsating as he slowly moved back and forth across me, his rough and calloused hands gliding ever so gently as he unbuttoned my dress, touching, sampling, and tenderly caressing newly exposed skin. And just when he had ignited a panoply of unknown desires in me, he stopped abruptly, jumped up, and stood beside the bed. I sighed a mixed-emotion sigh, thankful he was strong enough to leave before we did anything wrong.
Gabriel pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropped it on the floor, and looked down at me. “I’m going to savor every inch of your body,” he said almost inaudibly. Then he slipped out of his jeans and white briefs, revealing an incredibly muscular physique. This was my third sexual partner, yet the first man whose body I allowed my eyes to slowly gaze up and down, memorizing every inch. Gabriel’s V-shaped torso reflected his years of physical work, his arms and legs were sleek and sinewy, his chest almost hairless, and his belly taut. “As soon as I take a shower.” he said.
My body was still shaking when he climbed back onto the bed. His hand trembled so much when he touched my cheek, I joked about him having one of those illnesses that affect voluntary motor functions. I touchedhis hard edged muscles as he smothered me with kisses and wrapped his arms around me, melting into my body. With Aretha crooning
Natural Woman
in the background, I surprised myself by how greedily I accepted him, pulling him closer inside as quiet echoes of “Cherie” rolled from his lips. A certain sense of destiny spiraled through my mind as I drifted into Aristophanes mythical speech from Plato’s
Symposium
. I had found my missing link.
“Your heart’s beating like crazy. . . Or is that mine?” He gently stroked my hair. “This feels like an illusion. An out-of-control, wonderful fantasy, spilling over into reality. I want it to be and I don’t want it to be,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes searching mine.
He couldn’t shut up and I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. This man had perfectly connected all the wires to my home entertainment unit. I had been untouched until now. And what do I do during my first orgasm? I burst into giggles. They began softly, and grew louder until I was giggling uncontrollably. What had he done to my central nervous
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