The Secret Cottage

In my mind I depict, waking up, at the secret cottage, where all is quiet, except for a chirping bird, a warm, lazy spring breeze, drifting through the room, crisp sheets for coverings, nothing else was required, legs entwining, as a finger pushes locks of hair, from your sleeping face, eyes flutter open, sparkle with excitement, you see my smirk closing in, Çankaya Escort kissing you good morning, you give them back, our lips moist, molding to one another as heart rates rise, our passions finally set free, no one to hide from here, discovery not a fear, you grasping my growing length, my hands Keçiören Escort enveloping your heavy breasts, stroking and tugging frantically, pleasing as she no longer will do, pinching your nipples, biting them, the way he just won’t do, casting them both out of our minds, gasps for oxygen between, Etimesgut Escort verbally expressions of our physical needs, then slow, tender, erotically charged, horizontal dancing we share, until finally slowing, the love-making that follows, slippery and sexy, getting sweaty, frantically scratching and shouting out, until at last, we shake and we tremble, I thrust and you squeeze, seeing those distant stars up close, and then soon-after, we are drifting again, on that spring breeze, back to this hidden place, to stumble as one, laughing as kids, to a long, hot shared shower, and another start, of the first full day, in our yet undisclosed, love affair. -for my girl, Ruth.All Rights Reserved