Loving her has been easy since we'd met, making love to her was nervous but electric those first few times, as we discovered each other, explored each other and found out what each of us liked, needed, wanted and felt... then it became the most natural thing and has been so ever since. We have shared one attitude about everything connected with our lovemaking since soon after it began and we became so close in it. These last years it has seemed as if we had one body, I mean it so sincerely, it's not meant to be a cliché...the way she understood mine and the way she makes me believe that I understand hers has been incredible. It took three months of friendship to find our trust and belief in each other, then three months of expression before we actually made love.
We began to discover that the expressions of things we didn't like we were able to share and become comfortable with, slowly at first, in fantasy, then in reality. We had what is probably a rare scenario in this day and age of learning about each other before we took the proverbial "jump into the sack."
We found extreme pleasure in the fantasies we discussed, then we stumbled into making them happen.
(Readers, please stick with the preamble, hopefully it will help you feel the story like we felt what we shared).
Sure, we'd both had lovers before but soon after we were together, we realized we were meant to be...as if the others we'd had were meant to be for own practice, learning and understanding in reaching the point that we found ourselves knowing how deeply in love we were falling...soon enough we realized that we were learning so much more with each other than our pasts could ever have imagined possible. At the time of our meeting she was 26, I was 36.
She is incredibly beautiful. There isn't a part of her that is not physically perfect but her mind is so utterly complimentary of her body. She is passion defined! She reaches peaks of anger and expression about all the things she cares about and expresses her feelings with extreme caring. She brings the same passion to our every moment..."time out" is rarely an option. We can begin a phone call at 9pm and have it last until 6am. During it's course we might be shouting at each other, masturbating together, making life plans or talking about the weather. There might be a dozen or so hang ups in between times but those never release our thoughts.
I'm writing about this for her and me. It's a good thing because there has to be something to believe in and anybody else that identifies with it or has lived it, has already understood where this is coming from.
It matters little to you and matters nothing to me but visualization can be assisted in the reading process so I'll tell you anyway...She is 5'8", 127 pounds, shaped, so beautifully shaped. Of those 127 pounds, 63.5 are her heart, 63.5 are her soul...just maybe, some of you that read this would give at least one limb to have her...but you're never going to! I intend to wrap her up so fucking tightly inside myself that she won't see beyond the elements of me that wrap her. She does the same to me.
I have her in my life for no other reason than that I am lucky, the luckiest guy in the world...what other explanation could there be? I could tell any readers that I'm good looking, that I'm tall, smart, wealthy, witty or whatever but it really doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one writing and I'm the lucky SOB to have this women in my life and to be sharing this, our story. If she told you about me, she'd probably say I was tall, dark, handsome, hung, smart and focused on golf, sports and the things I aspire towards in my business... but she'll get to read it and edit this paragraph before I submit it. So know that what you read is what she agreed was accurate. She might also say that I gained about 15 pounds too much these last few years as her cooking got better and my visits to the gym became less frequent!
Thanks for sticking with it so far, now the story (almost) begins...
I've been working in a new office space, all alone for now, due to a new business venture I recently undertook. Her call came in at about 4.30pm, I was working but almost done for the day, this woman I had loved for four years, told me how much she'd been missing me the last four days, I told her it was mutual. She caught me at a moment that I'd just finished making some calls and was just tidying up the office a little bit, tidying up merely helped me justify renting the place.
We told each other how much we had missed each other and how much we wanted to see each other this night. The things we expressed during the early part of that call will not add to any readers' appeal for this story but to us it meant a lot! We covered the things that had been hurting each of us, discussed what we needed to reestablish in our world. Somehow we had each missed a couple of things that were making us individually and temporarily unhappy, we aired them, realized them and finally agreed on them. We each knew we had to do better and maybe we each now know that individually we always have to think more about each other than ourselves in order to make it as perfect as it can be...you decide, you all have relationships too and we all have different thoughts, feelings and philosophies. Then, after reminding each other of our shared love and beliefs, we got to the second part of our call. I guess this is where the story really begins...
I asked her over..."not unless I get dinner" was the reply, now there was a touch of sarcasm in the flattening of our temporary barricade. No problem there but the anger was gone, we were back on the same wavelength and playing our own games..."just come without panties, wear a sexy dress" and a whole bunch of other fantastical thoughts were expressed over AT&T's lines. "Then I'll arrange dinner." It slowly went further...I told her that I wanted her so very much, I then realized for myself that I was lying, that I wanted her more than life itself and then attempted to express what she already knew.
She understood it as I spoke it and reiterated it all in her own way. Making me comfortable, looking after my psyche, and generally being who I already told you she is!
We spoke about her dress, a slinky black thing, she told me about the Via Spiegel shoes she would wear (I still don't know how to spell that).
I asked her to arrive and be ready for a ravishing without conversation...all she said was "uhuh".
