I want to write about my best, so far, moment of making love to a woman....
That's what the title means. It's the perfect summer dawn deep in the middle of twilight. That's a real orgasm to me. That term is my secret memo to myself. I want to see dawn, deep inside her being and her arms
Years ago.......I'd been seeing this woman. Michelle, my rebound girl. I was hurt by Wendy and sort of being too guy-like. Too dispassionate. When Michelle asked me to come with her to get a first Tattoo. It was an african sun motif, which she was getting tattooed right on her left tummy ( And as a dancer, she had the tightest tummy I'd ever kissed....)
At Electricladylux, I held her hand for 90 some odd minutes, as she got the tattoo drilled into her body. I watched her strain, pain, and reflex stretch against the needles as they penetrated her being.
I drove her back to my place so I could watch over her after the ordeal. And there I began to kiss her. First everywhere but her tattooed area but Michelle was pumped so full of endorphins that she relinquished like a slave to my affection. I was so impressed with her courage i just started to kiss her. And the action went from there.
Maybe it's a male weakness but women who blush and come are the most shiney prefect creatures. there's this radiation of desire from their perfect centre that connects with the base of my physical understanding of maleness and quite frankly my really big hard cock.....
Safe to say we had the best time.... more importantly she and I were in this particular moment of being male and female. And I have to admit I find myself searching for it as I understand it today. In every connection with women.
It's like as if my body can sense even a slice of what we had back then. I can find some sort of truth inside my desire.
And if I could.... I'd finally be ready to really love again.....
That's what the title means. It's the perfect summer dawn deep in the middle of twilight. That's a real orgasm to me. That term is my secret memo to myself. I want to see dawn, deep inside her being and her arms
Years ago.......I'd been seeing this woman. Michelle, my rebound girl. I was hurt by Wendy and sort of being too guy-like. Too dispassionate. When Michelle asked me to come with her to get a first Tattoo. It was an african sun motif, which she was getting tattooed right on her left tummy ( And as a dancer, she had the tightest tummy I'd ever kissed....)
At Electricladylux, I held her hand for 90 some odd minutes, as she got the tattoo drilled into her body. I watched her strain, pain, and reflex stretch against the needles as they penetrated her being.
I drove her back to my place so I could watch over her after the ordeal. And there I began to kiss her. First everywhere but her tattooed area but Michelle was pumped so full of endorphins that she relinquished like a slave to my affection. I was so impressed with her courage i just started to kiss her. And the action went from there.
Maybe it's a male weakness but women who blush and come are the most shiney prefect creatures. there's this radiation of desire from their perfect centre that connects with the base of my physical understanding of maleness and quite frankly my really big hard cock.....
Safe to say we had the best time.... more importantly she and I were in this particular moment of being male and female. And I have to admit I find myself searching for it as I understand it today. In every connection with women.
It's like as if my body can sense even a slice of what we had back then. I can find some sort of truth inside my desire.
And if I could.... I'd finally be ready to really love again.....