I am looking at your photo. A minute… two… I am looking intently, not concentrating my glance on anything particular and my attention starts wandering, this photo comes to life, the image is trembling and floating before my eyes… I am in front of the sofa where you are lying. I do not know where to move. I want to sit next to you at your feet. I am sitting down and you snuggle your feet to give me some space, my hand suddenly reaches your feet to hold them, I do not want you to move your feet away from me. This is the moment when my attention slides to your legs following the movement of the hands… it slides higher to the knee of your left leg which is resting on the right leg… a purple undertone is in my eyes, this is the colour of how your leg is resting, hardly swaying from my movements… suddenly I feel the weight of your leg, its pressure on the other leg, and I carefully touch her sole with my left hand, with my right hand I take the ankle and make an effort as if I want to raise it a little and feel the weight, and unexpectedly the heat hits me, I feel this heat filling me, I feel it there – in between your thighs, where they touch each other. I clearly sense the droplets of sweat between your thighs – it’s too hot to keep your legs together… How do I sense it? I do not know, maybe with my heart. With a light effort I place your foot on my knees. My left hand still covers the sole and my palm is filled with the taste of your foot – I do not move my hand – it slides up your leg on its own – but remains motionless and slides… my fingers touch yours, press against them and a minute shiver, more like a vibration, emerges between them, and here comes the heat, exuding away from the world of your thighs… with my palm I clearly feel the taste of your sole, as if I licked it with my tongue… I am hot… with my second hand I hold your toes and realize – I feel so good… you turn a little on the sofa and now you are on your back, the other foot does not find a resting place and I help it also putting it on my knees. Your head is tilted back slightly, but now it is not for being photogenic, now this is the core of the energy that penetrates your whole body, breaking out from the point of touch of my palm and your sole, and makes you stretch in a sweet spasm… your knees are slightly apart – helplessly and passionately… my hand is sliding to them, I feel your knee… the hand returns.. the rhythm is growing… what rhythm? Rhythm of what? I do not know – this is the rhythm of silence, this is the rhythm of heat beating in my chest. With both of my hands I take your foot, guide it to my face and press your sole against my cheek… I clearly sense the taste of your sole as if I licked it with my tongue… as if… I am not satisfied with “as if”… I do want to taste it… the tongue touches… a spark strikes me, I shudder like from electric shock and the same happens to you, your knee bends in a muscle convulsion and I have to apply some effort to retain your foot… with my tongue I lick your sole, not missing a millimeter – slowly-slowly, enjoying this innocent and at the same time such a wild sexual act, I feel your flesh under the panty hose, I taste you… this taste descends and softly smothers my chest, my belly, further down… all is enveloped with the heat of this taste… my tongue moves under your toes and it becomes nearly unbearable… just a bit I bite your toes, you shudder with the whole body and a pleasurable oh!! escapes from you… and I see that there in the depth between the legs a fire ball starts burning… deep in my pubis, there arises a pole of fire… this is only pre-feeling – this is only the first gust of wind preceding the storm… and these thundering warning signs show the power of this storm that will break in the space of our bodies and souls.
When I go to sleep, I hug you and instantly I feel you. I do not interfere when you start sleeping, – I only delicately caress your breast. This is the beginning J. Then I cannot hold myself and touch your breast with my lips and move my tongue along the cleavage. It is impossible to go on like that for long, and I lie on you, your hands find mine, and lips – lips cannot exist separately – it is not possible – not allowed. I am kissing your cheeks, your nose, but it is not enough for me, and like a faithful dog I lick the whole of your face and cannot stop and it generates within you such…, that your legs spread apart on their own, they capture me and pull me in, they force me – sooner, now, come on, get in… I enjoy it, I feel how your strong legs pull me in… surrendering their will I release myself from your lips, I sit, your legs embrace me, they will not endure any delays, I put my hands on your thighs and hold them. You move skin to skin against me, can’t move any closer – closer – it is only inside… I know what I want and I make my hands busy to wait for yours – I raise your legs, holding each by the ankles, press your soles against my face and I am waiting… no power to wait, but I do… and your hands find my penis, your fingers grasp it and fill in with humming and trembling, emanating from it. Exhausted with waiting, I start moving slowly, and it slides in your hands. You press it down closely to the bottom of your belly, and its sliding is now not that innocent – moving back slightly I allow you to maneuver it lower, and here, it now thrusts into something hot and moist. I lower you legs down, they are tense and resilient, I am clamped between them as if held by a vice, I enclose your hands, otherwise it would be impossible move them away, and I feel like your fists become either smaller or bigger, following the movements of my penis, through your fingers I feel its heat. Now I feel I am at the entrance. Still overpowering myself again, I move back and put my hand on… my fingers move the lips apart and immediately become moist – I want to know this taste – I move back and lie down between your legs, but your hands are searching for me, and then I turn around and lie on you. Now your and my lips and hands can find whatever they want… I lay my hands under your buttocks, they raise you a little, with my lips I touch yours and I absorb your moistness, lick with my tongue between, hardly touching the opening, which either contracts or relaxes in the spasms of passion – with the very tip of my tongue I lightly penetrate inside, and at this moment I curve up in an instantaneous intensity, because your hands that were squeezing the penis, gave way to your gentle tongue – and I cannot go on, – I press down with what was called the penis – I press down my flame onto your lips, they open slowly and I enter inside, my tongue enters inside you and our groans blend together… We are not capable of anything else – I am inside you, no, we are inside of each other, we feel like our souls also get inside of each other, the way it was impossible before. I move my tongue in circles inside you, I feel your teeth biting me while the tongue is softly cuddling. I am moving, you hands are right on my buttocks, going up and down with them, you squeeze them strongly…
If not the fact that we have just started – we could have orgasmed ten times already, but it is not for us, I lie down with you, I kiss your nipples, gently biting them, we hug trembling from passion. We must sleep, when we wake up in the morning, we will start it all over again, but on a new coil of energy and love. Is sleeping possible, when we are so excited? Is it possible to sleep, when our bodies are intertwined, when you are ready to tear to pieces the blanket covering us, with your teeth, to see my body, when I want to not only make love to you, no, rape you. I want to attack you, to tie your hands up, to spread your legs – in a vulgar and indecent manner – to thrust my passion into you with all my might – so that you cry from wild enjoyment, grasp your breasts and keep holding them – carry on thrusting until your scream turns into screeches, and then into groans, howling, and then you burst into tears and I will snuggle up to you. and we will be looking at each other until our silent explosion emanates. If we were not capable of greater things, we would make it… and nevertheless it is possible to sleep – we will learn to sleep, when the body is raging and the heart is full of light, in order to wake up tomorrow and carry on our way… tomorrow – sounds a bit naïve, we will wake up in an hour and throw ourselves on each other again, to retreat again, and again fall asleep and again wake up…
Is it your dream or not a dream? The penis that is retreating from the vagina – steaming with menstruous blood – this is a dagger going from the heart. Nipples are of the colour of blood and blood of the colour of the nipples. Legs, slightly apart and are bent in the knees, soles of the feet, also helplessly apart… The eyes, that became slanted from passion, nostrils, sensitive to touches of the tongue, the mouth opened a little bit, hiding the moist pinkness of the tongue, that is still having the taste of the testis, the taste and the awareness that this is how he wants to come – in the mouth – all this creates special intensity and voluptuousness. His lips, sliding down your leg, he is biting your toes, touching them softly, but firmly. With your lips you embrace his penis, buzzing from strain, your mouth is not big enough for it, you have to embrace with your hand at its base, the resilient head is sliding past your tongue down the throat, then stops, retreats to the lips and again pushes deeply forward, his firm buttocks go up and down over your face, you place your hands on the buttocks, digging in with your nails, ripping them down… a light lingering groan escapes, when your finger slides into the anal passage, and being brought to ecstasy with his hot caressing tongue on your clitoris, with his fingers that penetrates you a little, you bite his penis, a little firmly, but still sensitively and he is spurred like a horse, there is a throbbing in your mouth and suddenly a jet of his sperm… and his head is clasped with your thighs in one muscle spasm with the contracted muscles of the belly, as if the remains of your passion and strength were squeezed out, and his hands, holding your knees, and your breasts in the heat of passion, and the nipples, that became firm and so sensitive, even to the delicate touch of his belly…
It was so great for me today with you… our love caresses – they are so natural and wonderful – like fun and games of the rabbits on a lawn in the sun. Like a flowering cherry-tree… This is so amazing – to receive the best erotic pleasure and find aesthetic pleasure in it as well, herewith my thought is happy, that touches us so lightly and dances playfully in its images, associations, seeing surprising paradoxes and unexpected and crystal connections, my heart radiates itself into yours, my whole being – is just an organ – is just an Aeolian lyre for the wind of our love to play… and our sounds blend and there is nothing out of the chord. You are already sleeping, slowly I pull back the blanket and look at you… you are breathing quietly, your breast… it attracts me so much… lucky girl – you are sleeping! Very gently, trying not to wake you up, my lips touch your nipple… it is between my lips, I am just holding it… I pull the blanket off you, it’s hot in my room, you do not feel cold… you are so beautiful… I kiss your arms, from the wrists to the elbows… what can I do with my penis… it is already proud… I touch your thigh with it and freeze… cautiously I place my leg on you and press with my penis very firmly… you are sleeping… with my lips I hardly touch yours… then I crouch next to you on my knees. You are lovely… even when you are sleeping, your body is breathing with passion… you hand is on your pubic mound … I take your hand from there and nestle my nose there in the crevasse between your legs. It has a scent… what a scent… it’s so great you were tired and did not go to the bathroom! I inhale with expanding my whole chest and this scent penetrates me, it fills my lungs, it is absorbed by my blood, it gets into my flesh… like a thief in the night I kiss your knee lightly, I descend to your feet, I love loving them… now my cheek senses the tenderness of your skin and so do my lips…, I raise your leg slightly and spread them apart… and at this moment a delightful fantasy comes into my mind – I sit at the head of the bed and touch your face with my penis… this is intolerable… I move it over your eyes, down over your nose, to your lips, I crouch over you, the head of my penis softly touches your lips… where do I find the power to tolerate it, I do not know… with my hand I take the penis and move it over your lips… again… again… I want to go inside, only not to wake you … my fingers are between your lips and part your jaw gently, slowly… very slowly… now it is possible, already possible, but I am still hesitating, my penis is at the border and then I penetrate… more… stopped… I am looking at your face… at my penis, swollen, buzzing, but I see only half of it… and suddenly I feel the touch of your tongue and the tenderness of lips… but no, you did not wake up… you just like a small child sucking a dummy… this is… how shall I keep hold… I bite my lip, I taste blood… it cools me down… I start moving very slowly – I cannot stop looking at your face, your lips, through them my penis moves up and down…you must be having a good dream… J maybe – you see in your dream what is actually happening. I am looking at your eyes, my glance penetrates your closed eyelids and I see… I see… yes, I see that in your dream you think I am sleeping and you are petting my penis… your tongue touches my love sacks and greedily licks them, moving all over them and enjoying the passion we have had this night… with your nose you rub my penis, your lips touch its moist head, slowly and voluptuously resisting, you lower your head and accept it, even lightly bite it… to feel how flexible it is, and you also have a playful idea – you lower yourself down further, lie between my legs, kiss my knees, it’s hard to tear away from them… the elegant beauty of a man’s firm knee… you bite below the knee, and taught muscles bend slightly with your teeth… you raise, quickly part my legs and cradle the love sacks in your hand, raise them and go behind… massage there with your tongue… we both shudder – your tongue caresses me and it wants to go deeper… whose dream is it? …I already do not know…maybe I dream that you are dreaming it… I softly lie down on top of you, I feel your body, my penis against your pubic mound, I go down more…in the dream it is possible… in the dream… it is my dream… it must be… I am looking at your face and I feel down there and you surrender and let me in… sleepily…unwillingly surrendering… and the lips open, and there… there are the tropics, lots of moisture… sliding deep inside in a matter of one second, but I prolong it for a whole hour as it seems to me… raising a little I place my legs around yours and squeeze them… now your legs are tight together and there penetrates into the centre… I am on you, caress your neck, close my eyes and relax… and simply lay there on you… nearly innocently… now only slow sliding… where to?… as if I am sliding into non-existence… and this is not even a dream… we are already together – we are together – sun, grass, transparent water… we are sitting on the bank of a small river… you are dangling your legs, I am hugging you from behind and kissing your hair… our hands find each other and freeze… eternity is watching over us and envies our transience… strong and blue-eyed people pass by and smile at us as we reply to them with laughter… this laugh thunders above us like a silver storm and from the sky there sprays gold rain, weightless golden rain streams… the world suddenly caves in and opens its innumerable dimensions, and the glance penetrates everywhere and becomes the same as what it sees… endless transformations happen to us in the integrated moment of incomprehensible…