This part only he has read... until now.

Of Life, Laughter, Lust and Love (Part 2)

This only for your eyes.... Patience never was my friend and straightway I was IN LOVE all over again. Your every advance was anticipated and received as eagerly as a child awaits her birthday. I was all over you I know. Whatever we were doing it felt right, it felt good.. It felt perfect. It was my turn now and I wasn’t about to let morals stand in my way. You were to learn that night exactly what I’d suffered missing you. You were to feel every bit of passion you released in me, not one drip to waste. That’s how fevered my desire burned for you... a simple man as you say. . I wanted you to know the Godlike powers you possessed over me. Total submission was my goal. For you and you only. I hope that I’ve given you what you needed. Whatever we did or didn’t do to mitigate the consequences of our actions is vague to me now.. We lived in the moment, one without a past, without a future. I recall us removing outer garments that covered us in a furied pace. I recall my breasts being kissed tenderly by your lips. At first so soft I could hardly feel you, then furiously to the point where I had to pull away. I remember your belt buckle. Don’t ask me why, I just do. The taste of the brown skin of your chest and stomach, spurred my desires as an appetizer so I pressed on to pull your manhood from its entrapment. It called to me. I looked to you for any signs that I should cease what was about to be, and not finding any, I plunged my wet lips over, under and around your waiting shaft. How remarkably wonderful I enjoyed this act... of turning you on., of providing pleasure to you... of giving you what she won’t do. I was glad her sexual inhibitions allowed me to be the one to give you what you so obviously needed. I felt empowered doing so. He’ll want this again I thought to myself. And he’ll get it every time he wants it too. To describe that glorious moment when you entered me would be nothing short of fraud. Like any vain attempt at describing the wonders of birth by a man who’ll never know such a event from a woman’s perspective. But then, I was re-born in you. You should have felt it then what it’s like to give birth. You should have felt me coming through your loins a new being you alone created. The dead of stagnation and despair I’d existed in since that foolish attempt to severe ties from you some two years ago had been washed away with every stroke of your body in mine, connecting me eternally to you. In our lover’s liaison we’ve moved to a level of bonding I have never experienced with any other. I pronounced to you, “I belong to you”. Something I’d never said to another either. Although you knew there had been others, you had no concern about where my loyalties were. Others that mimicked for me you arrogance in your absence, . That mimicked your zest for life... that maybe even mimicked the way you craftily make me feel ALL woman. But never either of them fulfilling for me, the entire package of manhood that I aspired to have, that I find in the man you are. How you epitomize manliness for me. Even in your struggle to make this final move to me, I must realize that that too is what causes me to love you all the more. That you didn’t let your lustful desires for me, or anyone else, delude you from your family responsibility. Call me insane but the fact that you’ve resisted this temptation for as long as you’ve have, although it keeps us apart, keeps me wanting you more! I know, hopeless... like a penny with a hole in it. That’s my lot in life. You hold me suspended in time until you’ve decided what will be. Please, consider all I’ve said. All I’ve endured since first falling in love with you. I only ask of you this one chance at being able to love you in and out of tucked away hotel rooms, darkened corners and other such stolen moments. Allow me to give and receive the love you created in me. Please darling, let this be our turn.

Dowanna!