My lips stretched across my face, “Thank you for recognizing the truth.” I gently kissed him on his cheeks, his neck, paused and then returned slowly biting his lips. “I love sucking your tongue. I love tasting you. And being in you and you being in me.” I knew my lusty voice breathed a new life into his body. I could sense his energy. Yet it was more than physical. I couldn’t identify it, nor did I want to identify it. Neither did he.
I’ve been told that my mere presence instilled a sense of a calmness and purpose to those around me. I wanted to reassure him and still allow my desire to seamlessly become his joy. I wanted his devotion and I was taking the lead. The pressure was off him to perform. It was instinctive and sensuous. I knew my drive was robust. There was no way he thought he
