Author: drphilstolemybike

As the sun arose, it peaked through the blinds and kissed his frame in the bed we shared together. He turned toward me, yawning, with his lips curved into a sleepy smile. His brown hair was a perfect furrowed mess from a good night’s sleep and the green hues of his hazel eyes sparkled as sunlight filled the room.

“Good morning, mon amour”, he yawned. “Good morning, handsome”, I sleepily replied. I kissed his shoulder as I pulled him close and trailed my lips to his neck. He sighed as I approached his ear and I whispered, “you’re all mine”. An eager smile swept across his face as my hand gently trailed down from the valley of his chest and down to his waist. “This is mine, too”, I declared as I gently stroked him. “That it is, love…”, his voice trailing as I pleasured him. Read more »

It had been weeks since I last inhaled the chemistry of his skin or traced my finger tips across his familiar frame. As I trailed kisses down the valley of his chest, the room’s air conditioner hummed, muffling his pleasured sigh as my lips reached his hips. I explored the maze of his hazel eyes while I taking him into my mouth. In that moment, nothing else in the world existed or mattered. I burned every love-stained part of him into my memory as I pleased him on my knees.

He caressed my breasts and gently lead me onto my back. As he traced his tongue between my thighs, I let out a soft moan and gripped the white sheets. The faster he passionately traced his tongue, the more my legs began to tremble until I couldn’t take it any longer. I confessed my lust for him. I needed to feel the warmth of his skin against mine. I’ve never craved anyone the way I craved him. Read more »