| It is a Sunday morning, and lying beside me in her big fluffy bed, my luscious Cheryl. She is naked. Blonde sleep-tousled hair partially obscures her beautiful face, but through the sandy locks full lips offer a faint smile in relaxed ease of sleep… Thoughts of many pleasures given by those lips provides the impetus… I dive under the covers, careful not to disturb her slumber… Admiring silky tan flesh of thighs… Close-trimmed hairs above and tracing lips of her love temple. Ever so gently I lay my tongue on the top-most part of her labia… Taste the first salts of her sex… Just hold it there a long while… Notice she does not stir from dreamtime as saliva builds in my mouth… Softly I suck on her clit… Lips kiss tender mound… Tongue nudges blood to flow… And it awakens as she herself begins to stir… Gives a little gasp… Rubs sleep from her eyes. A lazy half-turn of her torso, and legs spread to allow me fuller access… Now I feast on the delights of her sex, open to me, receptive… Encouraging… Hips respond with subtle waves… Juices… Mmmmm, the taste of heaven… Clean and fresh and quick to come… Natural chemistry between us... With legs near her head, I feel hair brush my thigh, then the hot sweet wet of her tongue takes a first lick… And she sucks me in soft against her lips… Her mouth enlivens my wand of light… Only moments pass before my blood courses into sexual channels to make it full… Full of loving energy for her… And I shift my body up on the bed… While at the same time I pull her down… More onto my face… Those yummy woman’s hips… Bending back her right leg out of the way to open her… Spreading the wide the vault… I look at liquid glisten in morning sunlight… Lap it up… While she sucks Oh how she sucks me! Deep, wet, and full of desire… To the root… Urging rock hardness… Sucks and nibbles and carnal licks… We live it up and feel it up, and for a brief moment I even raise it up to thank God for this woman, this body, this richness. I cannot fairly judge the span of time we enjoy as thus… With no goals other than immersion in feelings of love, an essential shift takes hold of my mind and being… We revert to instinct and animal purity in the bedroom… I do not care about anything now, beside the pleasure… No place else, no one else, nothing else… Together we transcend social constraints in a tangle of writhing limbs… We float on clouds of passion… Up above the fracas… Through the jet stream… Up up up to a place where we are untouchable… Safe and soaring in the sacred Time Sex Continuum. Your New Sex™ Advisor, Arte Founder, New Sex Institute |