If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you.If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you... I would bring you into my room, the small and ugly room I live in here, bring you inside and lock the door. I would take your clothes from your body; not slowly, not even romantically, but with the urgency of need. With the curtains closed, I would blindfold you and tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. This bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your thighs. I do not even remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that, time far too long without you. I want to savour your body as long as possible, before you experience mine. Instead, I straddle your chest with my half-clothed legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your penis. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you there slowly, so slowly. I run my forefinger around the top of your penis. I like this part of you, the colour and feel of the skin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls. They are tight already. I cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I stroke your inner thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of moisture emerges at the tip of your penis. I touch it with my forefinger and spread your fluid over your glans. |