What I Won't Write About

I could write about the endless foreplay, that I asked him to do this and he did. There's plenty to say about how it felt to have his cock in my mouth, with our hands both stroking and tickling until he came. I'm sure you'd enjoy hearing about any animalistic thrashing or spanking. I'll consider telling you about my multiple orgasms. Or the smell of sex on our hands, our bodies, and on our breath this morning as we made love once again.

I could do that. You'd like to hear about it. What I will hold in my mind, though, is the way we looked at each other, knowing that we love each other dearly. The way he caressed my back as I lay there. When he was inside me, I whispered there was no one like him. He called me Darling. At least for a while I felt fearless and fierce, gorgeous and lovely. This is what I'll tell you. This is what mattered.