He
came in like a dark prince in twilight, riding into the village of my soul,
bearing an open chest of great triumph. His heart open, body full of power,
warmth in his eyes, every word that rolls off his beautiful luscious lips is
sweet nectar to my psyche. He had a conquest that day, and made his offering to
me; A boundless golden heart, a mind with limitless opportunity, him an open
book for me to contribute chapters of scripture, scribed with my body on top of
his.
I did not choose to start to read him
delicately page by page; instead I shredded the book open, tore out the pages
and did not think how to arrange them.
We had never met before he showed up
on my doorstep; we were only a FB Business connection, only words over the
phone, and now I'm curled up in his arms in my bed and we are wrestling around,
feeling the contours of one another's bodies.
He's half Italian, half Egyptian,
somehow all Jew, speaks English like an innocent enthusiastic child who has
never been tainted by the world, nor never lost his wonder for the world. And when Hebrew words are uttered, it's a gorgeous vibration coming from his soul. His
smile and eyes say the same thing; he is a pure unblemished version of his
childhood self, and if I can be blunt, perfectly cut and chiseled, skin softer
than silk... But his bodily form is just an outer reflection of his inner
light. His eyes are big almonds, a musky electric hue of brown, eyelashes
for days, and a relaxed and open demeanor.
We are two young lovers, wrapped in
each others embrace and passion, I melt underneath his kisses and words, each
utterance from his mouth a holy seduction into the core of my being.
He presents his body to me like a
gift, and I unwrap it. He’s a romantic at heart, and takes great care in
speaking to me softly, as my Prince now addresses me as his Princess.
We negotiate around the fact that I am
still on my moon, and him being Jewish, he does not mix sex and blood. We work
around the hindrance and he works me deeply and steadily with my favorite sex
toy; fucking my pussy open by my pink toy to boundless pleasure, my moon time
making my pleasure more luminescent and radiant; I feel like my orgasm is a
shooting magical glitter burst of love inside of my body, moving me beyond time
and space. I am completely satisfied, which still leaves us to his magical
Sword, which is a perfect work of art unto of itself. His skin is liquid honey
and I love putting his beautiful hard and full cock in my mouth, teasing the
rim. He gets my wet toungue and mouth artfully, I give as an act of Devotional
Love; bowing to his cock to his pleasure, to His Heart.
I relish in it for quite some time until I
work him up to a full explosion, his come like a Geyser in Yellowstone,
shooting a celebration of pleasure from his perfect body. That magical
unexplainable shimmer is his come, and I lick it up like a Vixen kitten licking
up milk from my bowl; a humble reward, a pleasure I rarely enjoy so much. I lay
my head on his belly and we bask in the glow of our new love; a language both
him and I are fluent in, but we do not speak with words, but with explosions of
passion inside our bodies.
We sleep close to one another, his
embrace so delicate and safe, something again so rare to find. We awake to more
rough crazy passion, this time him finding himself inside of my ass; going in
so slow into my most delicate place SOOOOO slowly, until it is all the way in
and I relax around it. Then he can go to town, screaming Hebrew obscenities,
pounding me like he’s an Olympian fucker, me taking it in so sweetly,
completely out of breath from pleasure I can’t even speak.
He obliterates me in the best way,
Creating so much contraction inside of me, I am a puddle of liquid love.
We reconvene in my bed after breakfast
for round two; completely eating each other as if our bodies were the feast;
the most passionate kisses, uniting in our embrace. My entire self opens to his
passionate glory. He fucks me into God.
And we say good-bye like new lovers
do; kissing over and over again, not letting each other go, each kiss draws us
in slowly, and it takes him another hour to just get out the door.
*****
We still hadn’t made LOVE though, he still hadn’t been inside of
my humble pussy, as he likes to call her. We wait a couple of days until he can
come over next; he teaches me naughty Hebrew to practice so when he comes back
he can be aroused by my words;
“Tizzayanoti ashrav”
“Tizzayanoti bavakasha”
Words that invite him into my body, “will you fuck me?” a loose
translation and whenever I want to get him hard I just say those words. If he’s
already inside of me and I say them and he explodes in come, again screaming at
the top of his lungs with his orgasm. Everything about him was built for love,
his soft words, his soft tongue, his immaculate cock.
We have video of all of our love-making; he just sent me the
video from our very first time of him being in my pussy; our legs intertwined,
the tender love is translated through the film. You can hear our voices
speaking to one another, and he calls me his Princess as I moan in delight from
him penetrating me.
No one has set me on utter fire like he has… a heart burning
open so wide in our love, something so tender and sweet.
He leaves me with the words, “I fuck you better than when I
fucked my wife.”
