Apparently I'm having a reflective weekend so I though that I might as well right about it, in a reflective way of course. I've been thinking about some of the first times (romantically speaking) in my life. I love first times; The first time I see a woman and the chemical reaction begins, the first time she fills my hand with hers, the first time I look so deep into her eyes that I can glimpse her soul and feel the nature of her need and the first kiss...starting slow and gentle then building to hot and hungry as our tongues explore. I love that feeling the first time her hard nipples gently brush against my bare chest and I feel her fingernails bit into the flesh of my ass, the first time she screams my name as our cum trickles down her thighs. Or the first time I feel her hair in my fist and watch as I disappear between her lips.
Yes, I do love first times.
