Slow sex and more:
Often, we don't simply want sex, but want to feel
the warmth of each other again.
Receiving a whole body oil massage from me, I 'm giving you the intimate
feeling of being hold, protected and caressed from all sides - until the
deepest satisfaction.
You think you are satisfied? I am only getting started…
I am touching you slightly, unexpected at first, with this inadvertent
intention.
Let's take us time, I will touch your nipples - almost only. Calmly. You
may see my breasts and my nipples, touch them - almost,(!) feel their
energy, but not more for now. You can feel them being present, they are
not within reach, not yet.
We will increase the lust until the infinite, slowly I will unwrap my
body for you, hours passing by. There is a pause within each move for
the next touch (of my breasts, of my navel, of my pubic region), the move
rather takes place in the pause, breathtaking the pauses are, like the
breath during its standstill, like the life by its death - and its rebirth.
We will have orgies of flow and ebb of the lust.
You know that I am moist since hours. You cannot touch my wetness. But
you can smell it, this substance has long gone deep into your blood and
you see me melting with desire for you.
I can sense your d--k within half a yard now, within a whole yard in its
full presence. The real touch finally is almost like an orgasm. I could
touch you any place on your skin now, your arm, any other tiny little
place. There, too, the orgasm pokes out under the skin, still under the
skin for now. I increase it, slowly I admit more - more of touch and more
of standstill.
Until you beg for making love with me, begging, crying with lust and happiness,
and still once more we touch without immediate satisfaction until it gets
unbearable, until the body is filled with wild energy, everywhere, there
are not erotic points, we PERCEIVE a single erotic flood, there are no
legs, no arms, no sex organs, no penis, no clitoris, no vagina any more.
Quickly, the perception for one's own body shape comes back, unforeseen,
unexpected, unwanted, and with it the desire for more. Then, with each
new touching each other, the body shape fades again.
It is this penetration into the whole being, all possible bounds dissolve,
everything is penetration and when the penetration actually takes place
it is intense as never before, and has long before happened and is still
so far away, because I allow it once, thrice only, and then a waiting
for the next flood….
Finally, this fulfilment takes place that has been lost in every day life
- skin and hair is drunk with oil and the mind is full of nearness and
love.
It is the feeling of being full, hunger and lust are completely satisfied…
only for the moment. Lust is transitory. The experience of satisfaction
is transitory.
