You touch her collarbone, trace her delicate frame and ease to the side of her breast. It’s the first time you’ve felt her . . . <<< BACK TO CONTENTS NEW LOVERS This is the night you’re going to have her. And this is the night she allows you to have her. New lovers, stringing tiny moments together that bring thick feelings of closeness and sexuality to the just under the surface of the skin; blushed and warm and extra sensitive. Juices are flowing. And with new closeness comes the next natural inclination to come into her. The feeling is full inside you both, cascading out in every word, every touch you brush against the other. Someone’s finger reaches into the other’s palm, presses in the center and wakes up the hand with soft circles closely resembling how you would touch her between her legs. You lean over and breathe near her mouth, she watches you with soft eyes, lips parted. Mouths meet. The kisses are slow, deep, penetrating, circular; gaining on something. The mouth is moist and ready for a long night. This feeling is euphoria and they simply don’t make drugs this good. Her tongue is hungry for yours, her body is waking from a long and lonely slumber. Yours is already there, but you wait, for it’s nothing without hers. Fingers laced and pressing into one another, bodies inching towards enmeshment, until she is pressed soft, hard, all of her against you and your arms are wrapped tightly around her, feeling her back, that beautiful back like a cello, down onto soft hips that radiate sensuality and up, back again, sliding up the softness of her spine until her dainty neck is nestled in the web of your hand. She seems so small and your palm closes over her neck and tucks up into her hair while your mouth presses, presses into hers, floating on wave after wave of her pouring into you and you back again. Sitting up, clothes are off, you pull away to look at her face, her beautiful face, her hungry mouth. Your fingers trace her skin, slowly at first but gaining momentum as the energy flows. You touch her collarbone, trace her delicate frame and ease to the side of her breast. It’s the first time you’ve felt her. Her eyes close, she breathes and she releases herself to you. You graze up the sides of her beautiful curves, that soft, plump side bulge of breast, linger, teasingly, softly fingering and then slide to it’s peak and press a nipple between thumb and forefinger. She swells audibly, like being risen by a wave in the ocean. Sexual body surfing. Her hands reach you, grasp your hips, pull her toward you. You go, as if being pulled by a force larger than yourself. Your hips trip right up next to her body and you, your mouth follows, to slip succulently, wetly onto her gorgeous nipple, moving over it with precision and care. Sweetly sucking, lightly squeezing and coaxing a sound from her lips that tells you she’s yours. Her skin is ready to pop. You slide your hand slowly between her, she gives and spreads for you while your kiss is endless back on her mouth, your other hand holding her head close to yours. The wetness is calling and you feel low silky velvet, ridges, smoothing over you, inviting you in. You slide. You sit up, inviting her with the taunt extension of what she can see before her, your knees tucked under you, pelvis exposed. You are staring frozen into each other’s eyes, the moment of such intense beauty is yours, timeless. She crawls up into your lap like a beautiful girl, safe to reveal her innocence, her vulnerability, you cherish her femaleness, you will protect her at all costs, you are striking hard, taffy unbreakable. She is swollen, saturated, ready, hungering for you and she sits upon your thickened head. Gravity helps her down onto you, starts her decent, her slide onto you. Your body is pushing her body open and the feeling is all you can do to stay there, present in this passion, without rushing, cramming and then…long-drawn-out collapse and she slides fully onto you, the bulk of you inside. She holds your shoulders, makes her way slowly back up and slides onto to you again. Pure unadulterated deliciousness and you wonder why you don’t go this slow, painstakingly, romantically slow every time because you can feel every ripple, every nuance, every inviting nook inside as you slip into her beautiful body. She rises up, you support the small of her back and she dives into, onto you again. This time with feeling and both of you look face to face at what an amazing ride this is going to be. Momentum builds, electrical love surges and now you know why you don’t, why you can’t go this slow; this painstakingly, romantically slow all the time. Because you want to possess her. You want to be in there and she wants you. She pulls up and crashes onto you, a rag doll for you to support the weight of, her head caves onto your shoulder, soft hair tumbles upon your collarbone. Your hips push up deep into her and you both gasp. The beauty is too intense; the beauty is you pouring into her and her pouring into you. There is nothing stronger than the power of in love, nothing could keep you from breathing her in, nothing could keep her from inhaling you deep into her senses, branding her yours. You have tucked inside her and the two of you must penetrate to the deepest common denominator. She can barely lift her body from yours, impaled on this beautiful core of your being, your life force, and why would she want to as this is the most beautiful place she’s ever been? You hold her hips, gentle hands spread across delicate full curves, there is love oozing from buzzing palms, you grasp her now in full control, moving her in synch with your own hips pushing up, into her. She falls again, on your chest, breathes hot into your neck, she is moaning your name, her eyes could just cry with the intensity and passion you infuse into her, she wants to get you into her deepest point, the place of no return. Once you enter, you are hers, she musters the force to spread her legs a little wider, she is going to get you there, she will come around again, she wedges you further up onto her body, you have never been taken so far, so fully, it is now your turn to lose your breath, to flop your head back in wanton abandon. And she’s got you, tilting you into that place of no return, that little nook that is burrowed deep inside, she’s packing you in and there is no escape. Her eyes are wide open, boring into yours. Her arm flung tightly round your neck. Your cock is teeming with force, with juice, is building to burst, is sunken into her so deep and she wraps her long legs around your backside and mashes you harder, deeper into her. There is no place else to go but the give of this bottomless point carries you into the illusion that you could simply slip inside her entirely and crawl back to the place of origin. With a simple tilt she places full syrupy mound on your pelvis and circles in rhythm with succulent hips moving in tandem, a snake side winding across smooth glassy sands; effortless, natural. You look at this woman, this incredible creature and when you were just standing in line at the grocery earlier that evening, you’d have no idea this wanton woman, virile vixen, amazing earthy, succulent grinding sex goddess was the same her and you are thrilled; at how she extracts from you what she wants, to give herself what she needs. You must have her. In one fell swoop, you grab her tight; whisper her to wrap arms and legs around you. You raise the two of you so you’re standing and step down onto the floor. Her legs wrapped tightly round your middle, you plunge back into her and she crumples, caves in and suspends from your neck. The power is building force and tender and you are ramming into her. Precisely. Skillfully. Carefully. Passionately. Until you knock against the point of original magic and you can go no further, you are there. This is where you go back to, time and time, again and again, stroking into, bumping against, striking instinctually like a cobra and she does nothing, can do nothing, but holds on, moaning, and sinks into you, sliding down your body, centimeter by centimeter while you bring the two of you to bliss with final powerful, glistening muscle powered thrusts. You are all man. She is all girl-woman. This night is yours, to be branded as your first. With her, with the two of you. A new beginning. It’s just what you needed. END Each fantasy is crafted from an orgasm-rich personal experience, seared in my head and poured onto page. These are my fantasies, my dreams, my ultimate orgasms. If you provide the necessary components, sparse but clear, I’ll craft a personal fantasy for your own collection but I’ll have to feel it first. If it’s fake or wimpy, I won’t deliver. Make it original, deep, penetrating and you’ll have a first class flight to coming, twined in my style.