Take me to heights I have only dreamt of. It is you for whom my soul has longed’ The last of these words turns to a soft moan as you enter me. Full ...nd deep, taking my body as your own. Together our bodies soar, moving as one, molding to one another. I feel you taking me, not only my body, but also my very being. Taking me to places existing only in my fantasies. Your every thrust sending pulsing pleasure that overtakes my senses. As my body tenses, the wail of the wind against the window. Please enjoy as I am getting very wet writing this, and I haven't even started it yet!VALENTINE'S DAY AFTERNOON, k**s Napping, Us Making Love: "Sweetheart, would you really want to see me with another man?" Husband: "You want my totally honest answer or my mind's answer?" Me: "Your true feelings". Husband: "I really would love to see you with an older man, black, white or green, I am not sure I would want him to fuck you since you waited so long just for me, I know you're feelings about. My brain was not convinced that there was hope, but in my cock I felt the throb of continuing life. "My relationship with my models was much better than it had been when I started. But now I hardly ever fucked them. I knew that it was not them, but what their beauty symbolised, that would give me what I needed. Now that I needed so little from them, no more really than their presence, I grew far more tolerant of their shortcomings, and found that they were quite good company. "Of course it was. I tired to console him by telling him that it was ok, and asked if he could leave since I just got home and wanted to change and shower (trying to blow it off like it’s no big deal). He dropped his head and walked out with his head down, and the rest of the night he stayed in his room. After our parents came home we all sat at the dinner table, my brother was completely silent. “Mark honey are you ok, you are so quiet.” My mom asked. “Yeah Mom, I’m OK I’m just tired” he replied. I was watching.