Stories about sex

What's sex?

When - he's in between my legs

When - the tip of his skin comes to bridge our souls

When - the only way left to say "I love you" is through moans

It's the pause he takes to kiss me after penetrating me

It's having his head enclosed in my arms as he's thrusting himself into me

It's the thrill of hearing him call me baby

And of course there's the pounding - the spanking and grabbing

The shallow breaths that fall on my neck

I mean everyone knows just how fast it can get intense

Sex is when he and I are the only ones who matter in this universe

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I remember how you held me...

How you had me trembling -shaking

My skin full with ripe goosebumps 

I remember the feeling...

How it felt to have your skin so close to mine 

And...

No matter how close and tightly we pressed on each other - it just wasn't enough 

It was never enough

I remember the longing...

Not just for the flesh, 

But everything else that came with it

Everything that you came with

I remember the tango...

The dance that had us both trying to work out whether to tip the scale or balance it,

To lose our breaths in the kiss or hold it in just to make the kiss last a little longer,

To let lust take over and devour us both, consume us in the flames of desire...

Or ...

To take it slow ... 

And make love all over and over