Sibel
What is pleasure? Is it my heart that became excited the moment I first saw him? Is it my quickening breath? Or is it my blushing cheeks and private areas? It could also be my pupils dilating to see him better. My body, tense as if charged with electricity, feeling both cold and hot. Or are they my forgotten thoughts? It could also be forgetting myself. That sweet ache moving down from my stomach to my lower abdomen. My body filling up like dynamite about to explode and then scattering into the wind.
Pleasure was feeling a hundred emotions and having one thought. Being in his arms, making love to him, my scent mingling with his. The slow spread of that warm heat across my body as my skin rubs against his. That was pleasure for me. His name was Kenan.
There was no love, affection,
