A Blur

Oh my,...
That weekend was so freakin' incredible.

We arrived at almost the same time (around 12:30 in the afternoon). You were especially beautiful that day. You checked us in and we went up to the room. It was a very nice room. I couldn't believe you picked such a nice hotel but I'm not complaining as it was very comforting to be in that luxurious surrounding. And wow, what nice sheets and bedding. Of course, the bed didn't stay made for long.

We lied down beside one another and caressed each other's body. We looked into each other's eyes and sighed a deep sigh of contentment and happiness. Comfort. Soon our lips met and we let our passion spill out like water from a broken dam. Our lovemaking was strong and heated. When we stopped, we began again. We repeated this with variations of styles, some slow and soft, some hard and rough, until around 6 o'clock.

We went out to grab some food and came back and after supper I held you in my arms. You nestled your head on my shoulder and chest. Peaceful. Until your hand wandered and made me stiff.... hehe ;) Then we were back at it for hours. I don't even remembering stopping to sleep but I know we slept, some. Who woke whom? I don't honestly know. Me pressing into you, your hand tightening around my cock,... I think at one point we were both asleep and woke each other up... and we made love perhaps 4 times in the night? I remember once being half in that state of sleep where it feels like its still a dream. I've got news for you. Every time with you is a dream come true.

The weekend overall was fantastic. We had sex, fucked, screwed, and made love so many times I can't even count them. Holding you in my arms and kissing those silky lips, kissing your back, nibbling on your neck, wrapping my arm around the back of your neck as I lie atop of you to pull you down as I force myself into you, you straddling me and riding me hard, grinding me, me driving you so hard from behind you shudder, convulse, and cry from the good feeling,... and the look in your eyes when I kiss you gently yet fiercely with the passion that you stir in me, are all, oddly enough, an unforgettable blur in one amazing weekend. Thank you.

Waiting

I look forward to our meeting. I'm driving to your city and meeting you in a hotel. I'm so excited. I long for your touch. I long for your kiss, for your embrace, for your smell, for your taste, for your tenderness, for you.

What will you be wearing? Anything? Nothing? Something special? What will I wear? Does it matter? What will you bring? What should I bring? What will happen and in what order? *evil grin* Will we leave the room at all? Shall we order in? Will we sleep? I so want to be in your arms. Not having you right now is antagonizing. Having to wait, having the anticipation build, is practically unbearable. But I will bear it, to be with you soon.

I want you and I'm willing to wait,.... but not too long. ;)

Bright Days

Fiery passion,
steamy at night? Ha!
Seems like my daytime's
the time that is right.

Hot as the sun,
you light up my day.
Heat & humidity
are ours when we play.

Kissing and holding,
and sparing the rod,
press up against me,
that hot curvy bod.

Turn on my passion,
and show me the light.
We're only human,
and this is our fight.

We war against boredom,
renounce being unsatisfied.
We find other meaning
in the phrase, "fit to be tied."

You're a part of me now,
I awaken at your sight.
You light up my days,
and I dream of you at night.

Thoughts of You

I miss you too. The weekends are tough when I can't see you. I think about you often. I know our lives have to be the way they are for several reasons. Sometimes I think about what it'd be like if things were different. Sometimes that thought makes me laugh to myself when I realize how tough I am to get along with normally. I don't think you'd like the way I live at home. I don't think you'd like to do some of the things I do and I bet you'd be mad at me for not going out to restaurants as often as you'd like.

On the other hand I also think of what a joy it'd be to live with someone that enjoys sex. Lots of it. Slow sex, fast sex, rough sex, hard sex, gentle sex, loving sex, wild jungle fucking sex, kissy sex, laughy sex, hot sex, steamy sex, morning sex, afternoon sex, night sex, sex on the floor, sex on a chair,... well,... you get the idea. I've never had a woman that fits just the way you do. I've never had a woman so consistently wet as you. Everytime we are together you orgasm. I doubt you fake it unless you've found a way to get all juicy in an instant. *boggle* I can't imagine... but you have no idea what a turn-on that is to know that I make you cum, a lot.

I think of you often and I imagine what things would be like if one day we eloped. I know that isn't a reality. But it is a nice dream. Any thought of you is a nice dream. I think I'll go back to sleep and kiss you some more, hold you in my arms, and whisper in your ear how special you are to me. I'm thinking of you.