I filled her by placing my arm within her, halfway to my elbow before I reached the end of her vagina and touched her cervix.I filled her by placing my arm within her, halfway to my elbow before I reached the end of her vagina and touched her cervix. That, oh! Aimee, it was like touching magic. It was a doorway into that chamber that made her a woman. Everything else about her was made to support that one purpose, and there was none other. I'm sure others disagree with me and talk about the warrior spirit or the communal strength or whatever, but to bear children, that is the pleasure of a woman only. Men have warriors and men have communities, but they do not carry child. I feel... I feel so inadequate describing this night to you, Aimee', I want to tell you the joys of touching her, of feeling the wet slickness of her insides surrounding my arm, my wrist, my hand, of feeling the pulse of her blood against the skin. And when she returned the pleasure, her massive tongue against my cunt, Aimee, how can I describe it? There is no feeling like that in all the world, her broad pad, a little less accurate, a little more impressive. The slick wetness that invaded not just my cunt but covered my thights. And as she licked me, Myr covered my face with her own sex, doubling my pleasure until I was utterly lost to it. I came in spasm and moans that only Myr's muff prevented from being heard 'round the city whole! And once my pleasure was sated and we sat down to sleep, I reflected that no pleasure like that would ever stream through my body ever again. And in a way, I was correct, for even though I saw Vis every year for the next five years, and though I was to love with her in many a warm summer visit, nothing ever reached the joy and wonder of that first time. But the same, Aimee', was true of my loving of Myr. Yet my pleasures with her grew greater, not less, at the turn of the seasons. With her, I grew to treasure constancy and comfort, not adventure and change. And she gave it in equal measure. We were lovers and friends, stability in the changing sea of women. |