Have you ever had a lover so good that years later you still think about him? If you haven’t, I’m sorry. If you have, I’m sorry. What does a person do to cast such a spell?
I was sitting alone in a bar in one of my favorite cities, enjoying hiding in plain view. It was the perfect scene to clear my head, but with enough noise and distraction to feed my manic. A while later in walked these two guys. I hardly saw them because I was not interested in meeting anyone, but suddenly they started talking to me. When they told me their age I almost fell off the barstool. 20. Ok, now I couldn’t be their mama, but I could be their big sister…you get me? Was not exactly looking for a baby-brother-aged lover. But the one, he kept talking to me, so I gave him my number.
The next day, he called and I was actually surprised because it was too soon. Too thirsty. I was happy though. We got together that evening and walked around the city. We talked about the usual, life, goals, dreams. I felt no romance, but it was nice. We went back to my place and chatted some more, then he left. The next night we went out again. Still no romantic spark, but fun! He came back to my place. I told him he could spend the night if he didn’t feel like going home. This was NOT an invitation to sex, just an offer…I’m such a nice girl…yeah right. He said ok. I put on my pajamas, not grandma pjs, but also not sexy kitty either, just a tank top and briefs. I went over to my side of the bed, and he went over to the side for “others”. Lights out, good night. Four, three, two, one…we were in the middle of the bed, he on me, me on him.
The initial connection was so intense it shook my core. This was not planned. It was as if some spiritual force pushed us together and we could not resist. He was on me. Everything stopped. I felt him more deeply than I had ever felt anything. His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply, passionately, slowly, firmly. Our first kiss. My body ached. I wanted him fast, but slowly, I wanted to extinguish him within me, but that he would last forever.
My lover licked and sucked and thrusted his tongue all over and throughout my body. With deliberation. With lust. With reverence. When he passed my belly button, and arrived between my legs, passion was born. I was the Sistine Chapel ceiling and he was Michelangelo. Have you ever felt loved, desperately needed, precious, savoured?
He was the body whisperer, and my body obeyed like it was natural law, stronger than law. He thrilled me. He lit me. He ruled me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. I could not see. I could only feel every sensation sharply, profoundly, over-stimulated and on the verge of epic explosion.
He stood up to get a condom. He returned. He held my ass, braced my body, and penetrated me. That’s the last thing I remember…
We kept in touch. We’ve moved on. My body still remembers.