It is Sunday afternoon, and I am massaging inside her vagina with my fingers.

I feel her flush with pre-ejaculatory wetness several times, but each flood-rush recedes prior to climax.

We have soaked and made love in exclusive hot spring waters all weekend.

We have been massaged and pampered with the best spa treatments money can buy.

We have feasted on butter-soft filet mignon, succulent crab cakes from the Maryland shore, sensational sesame-crusted seared Ahi, and complimented the food with fine Pinot Grigio from Santa Margherita and Chilean Merlot.

We have had incredible passionate sex twice on Friday night, three times on Saturday, twice already today.

We are naked in our big comfortable bed at the deluxe resort spa.

Van Morrison's music serenades us on her portable CD player.

And we are once again sweating and panting with sexual exertion.

My left arm holds her torso, subtly sending a signal that she is safe with me, that she can trust me, that I've got her...

My right hand is between her legs...

Fingers inside, curling up around her pubic bone, expertly stimulating the almond-shaped corduroy-ridged area that indicates her G-Spot. Several times I feel her level of passion get close...

But each time her body pulls back.

Obviously we have a great desire for one another.

Obviously she is relaxed.

Obviously we are both naked.

We've had unprotected sex many times now, so she seems to trust me.

As her head tosses and turns back and forth on the flat sheets of the bed, I appreciate her beautiful blonde tresses, her pretty little nose, that delectable mouth -- but her eyes!

Her green-gray tigress eyes are closed!

I gently but firmly tell her, "Look at me."

Her eyelids flutter open out of her sexual daze.

We stare into each other's soul for a long time.

"Just be right here in your body right now," I whisper. "Just be with me."

It takes her a moment to really give in to that request...

Then a subtle level of tension seems to dissolve from her body.

And as my fingers continue their rhythmic strumming of her vaginal heart-strings, it's not long before she begins to sing along...

She sings a song of sexual perfection...

Just one long note...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

She has never made that noise before.

It is pure and primitive...

Natural...

Arousing.

I'm no longer thinking, just doing.

Our bodies synchronize with movements of passion...

"Yes!" I tell her. "Yes!"

Van Morrison sings lyrics about "the waters flowing..."

She takes a deep breath and moans her long "Ahhhhh" of primal pleasure...

Her body surges with energy in my arms, so much so that I really have to hang on, my muscles being tested and pumped...

"Yes, yes, I want it!" This is not dialogue leaving my lips -- it's pure desire.

Then once again I feel her pre-ejaculatory flood-rush...

Only this time, the waters keep flowing...

Tomorrow: A question from an 18 year-old subscriber.