a lesson learnt, approved and accepted



How he knew to climb beneath her skin and torture her sanity. His scent drove her crazy. His closeness an aphrodisiac to uncontrolled passions that stirred within her . He knew to touch her. He knew to look at her . He knew to court  her and reveal an urge burning, enveloping , giving , taking, wanting...

….how empty and unfulfilling a moment without touch, a caress soft, a hug drawing into the very being of another, two minds meeting in the freedom and courage to let go and reveal the truth about who one may be.

He would run his lips along the inner part of her wrist, inhaling, tasting, nibbling. A continuation of the discovery of her soft inner arm, a moment intimate telling of him as a lover. He needed to express his hunger of what had been missing in his life. It had known to be there a long time ago, when youth had given freedom to expression of thought and desire. The passing years robbing him of who he was.

Every touch of his, every look, an approval felt in  her reaction. Her uninhibited welcome  through her arching, the deep pools of lust in her eyes, the guidance of his head and hands and torso as he sort to find more, know more... discover more. She made him feel that it was perfect to allow himself the selfish indulgence of a sensual pleasure. No rush, no need to explain or excuse what he wanted and needed.  She knew to make him accepting of self and who he really was. No longer the need to deny or question that feeling of fulfillment…understanding it better than he had ever understood it before. She had helped him and coaxed him on a journey of sexsensual self discovery, and as he dipped his head into the softest part of her armpit, to inhale the scent of a her, who the night before had devoured his hardness complete, deep and total in the soft warmth of her womanliness he gave himself over to another heady selfish indulgence of pleasing his mind and flesh .

It was not about penetrating her, it was about feeding that part of him that knew care, a soft  teasing passion, a courting of a naked body, an enveloping of the soul. She had made him feel alive again…and it had simply started with a smile and a hug …RB.