Over the years the once burning desire I felt deep within myself for my love has dwindled and diminished to mere preprogrammed steps on intimacy. Where I remember removing clothing and getting increasingly curious what the next article of clothing could reveal now has become “routine”. Without a doubt my love has become aware of this. I begin to see new underwear appear. New movements in their steps when rising out of bed. Placing each leg in front of the step by step so I notice the cup of each cheek change in shape as it walks through the shadows of the window shades. The soft skin peaking in color through each particle of light it absorbs. My eyes see all of it and none of it at the same time. There are no thoughts, only momentary reaction to what I see. The instinct to “want” and to “desire” returns and the breath shortens as the jaw tightens. The ticklish feeling of increasing in my hips, the urge to thrust and feel their body in its entirety. To watch as they develop a pleasurable smile and have that smile be wiped away in an even more pleasurable fashion. Their lips quivering and eyes rolled back under their lids in complete anticipation of the next pleasurable sense. Watching them twitch and graciously enjoy each of my movements only inspires me more. I enjoy their scent and sweet tastes too much and forget myself as I am now fully immersed in the only thing I can think of at the moment: their pleasure. The sounds they moan and the movements they make until I know I have pleasured them to completion and then: it comes, the finale I was hoping for. The rush of both our energies leave us speechless and gasping for air. I feel used but in a way I chose to be. Their skin is never more sensitive than now as every small touch sends a sensory wave throughout them. Once more we feel complete and once more I have shown my appreciation.
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