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Bunches and bunches
2020-09-09 18:04:00 (UTC)

Jacked In

Right before we kiss, there's a moment that I like to stretch out. This is an opportunity to jack in on the feelings that make this more than just one person lusting after another, more than a kiss. This is the time when I can connect to the pieces of our relationship that make kissing you feel simultaneously like discovery and home. The gentlest of sunshine when you come around from a shady place on a mild summer day. Also the feeling of pleasant surprise when you touch something so soft, maybe bunny fur, or the hair on a baby's head that delights the soul. This pause, this one last breath on my own before I breathe only your exhale, allows me to connect to you.

Now your breath is my breath, your hand on the small of my back melts into and supports me. Your hand on my cheek thrills and warms into me. Your kiss skims my lips like I never was kissed before, like butterfly wings and succulent hard candies. The wanting spills gently over my rim and trickles down my cup, smooth and meandering. I taste your lips, my tongue tip finding yours and my teeth on your lip, tenderly grazing them. My lust for you bubbling lava just under my self control warming dangerously. How you kiss me! How I come shuddering in your firm arms, to the sensation of a single kiss from you. How thorough is your amusement and bliss at my ability to feel the intention of your touch as well as the physical sensation.

I understand you. Your wants turning hard into needs, fired in the intense longing of having waited for my touch and now wishing most to never be without it again. My touch makes real the flighty feelings that are at once more than they could reasonably be and are undeniable. Everywhere you touch me, I yield, and I meet your urgency and your yearning. It's utterly intoxicating and also bridging some part of your past, present and future that it cannot but it does. You whisper your love and your desires and my little sighs and moans inflame you. How is it that you haven't always had me in your life? How can it feel so unique with me? How can my eyes move some part of you so much?

Connecting with a breath before our kiss is new to me, and also somehow old. Like technicolor took over my sex life. I love your half open mouth curling at the edges into a smile, hovering within my view. I hold your face in my hands, your five o'clock shadow scraping my palms, and I breathe you in, your love, and your longing. I breathe in my feelings of love and lust, and for that stretched out second, all is right and I am jacked in.




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