Monday, 3 March 2008

It's called making love.

Everything went well, you and I, enjoyed it much.
The feeling was like a rush of adrenalin.
I was being carried away to the cloud nine.
Yes, we cuddled and kissed afterwards.
I loved it much when you were playing with my hair.
It started with a kiss on the lips.
It went on, to the ears, to the neck.
And it made me feel oh-so-good, like experiencing an orgasm.
When you licked my legs and my thighs, I just moaned.
Within minutes, you were on top of me.
And we started making love.
Yes, it is called making love, not banging, or having sex.
Cause, we felt so close, even closer than before.
A good session requires a sufficient amount of foreplay, really.
And baby, I would rate our first session as 8/10.

"He caresses my skin with his silky hands
As they run over my breasts I feel a surge of energy burst through me
He kisses my lips and gently nibbles my bottom lip
As the bed starts to move my heart beats faster
He sits there as I continue to ride him
I grab the back of his head and run my fingers through his hair
He lets out a moan as I continue to pick up the pace
I suddenly slow down and change direction
His eyes grow bigger as his lust strengthens
He grabs me by the hips and throws me to the other side of the bed
He is now panting as he thrusts
I grab the sheets and twist them in my fists
I throw the remaining pillows to the floor
We both let out what has been trying to escape
And it’s over
He lays down on top of me and kisses me
He tells me he loves me as he strokes my face
We lay there, together."