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A New High
A New High
I’ve been reading a fair amount of depressing posts about the world situation. I’m tempted to add my own to the doom and gloom of the world, but instead am letting my hopeful side take over. Hope you enjoy this post.
It’s 3:30 PM and you call to say that you got a late start and would be meeting me in two hours. I’m a little glad because I’m sweaty and have just gotten to the cabin. This will give me a chance to calm down and let the anticipation build even more. I ask you to call when you get to the parking lot and I’ll come down to meet you.
It’s 5:15 PM and my phone rings. It’s you and you are in the parking lot. My mind and body react together. The anticipation of seeing you again is moving to an actuality. I quickly put on a shirt I choose specifically, because it’s one I want you to take off of me before we make love.
I start down the hill and see your car. You’re poking around looking for something or other. As I come closer to the car you glance up and see me walking towards you. The smile you share with me lights up the world.
We both move towards each other I with lust and awe in my eyes, you with lust and anticipation in yours. We put our arms around each other and melt into each others bodies. Your wonderful lips, yes they feel even better than the first time we kissed engulf me.
I feel our bodies melt into each other. Our second kiss is more intense than the first. Our third we use our lips and tongues in concert playing a symphony to each other. My erection tells you that I want you in the worst way. Your hard nipples tell me that you want me.
We move up the hill to our cabin. We go inside and kiss again, this time with pure abandon. My hands move from your head to your back to feel your wonderful ass. You start to take my shirt off, slowly at first, but with ever increasing speed.
I don’t know how it happened, but before we knew it we were without our clothes. I don’t remember the specifics but do know that we had an animalistic need for each other. My cock was anticipating, your pussy was sopping wet. Your, sweet, sweet pussy tasted even better than our first time together.
We feel onto the bed. A bed we would hardly get out of for the next eighteen hours. The sex was transformational. The sounds you made while we made love took me to a different place. We both reached a plane we rarely saw. We came and we came and we came.
Holding you in my arms and legs during the afterglow was even better than our first time. We had quickly become so comfortable with each other. Sitting in bed with our legs around each other, telling each other deep truths about our wants and wishes, each of us sharing information that took a great deal of courage to share.
We fucked, we made love, we played and we shared. We talked, we snuggled, we kissed and we communicated. Again, we slept very little. The sex got better as the night went on. I couldn’t believe that we were making love on an almost hourly basis. We’re over fifty, this stuff is just not supposed to happen.
I’m writing this with a glow that just won’t go away. So, yes the world is a dangerous place right now. Yes, we have loved ones that are in real harms way. Yes, others have written some wonderfully pointed entries on life in July 2006. I could have written about all of those things and probably will in the near future. But, for today I wanted to share the afterglow. It’s too precious to pass up.
Here’s the question. What experiences have you had in your life where the afterglow took precedence over any negative aspects of your life? Have you been able to call on this experience in a time of need?
7/31/2006 1:51 pm
There is a certain person in my life that when all else fails, and no one else comes to my rescue that I know that I can call on him and he will be waiting for me with open arms. Not that I am stringing him along, but that we know the difference between love and sex. We totally click in bed and he is able to make things happen to me and my body like no one else. |
Everytime I am with him, I learn something new about myself. He is a blessing to me.
7/31/2006 8:14 pm
Yes...There are a number of people in my life who can bring an afterglow into my life. Some are platonic friends, some family and some sexual partners; my husband primary of these. That feeling leaves me stronger and happier and so it's easier for me to face the tough things in life.|
Yup...this juiciness is from me....
8/1/2006 3:23 am
I think that when we have an afterglow experience, it's important to remember the details of it. We can then use that anchor to help us through a tough experience because we can now access a different feeling, one that is very strong and positive.|
8/1/2006 1:36 pm
Like you, my afterglow experiences have been anchors when I've doubted myself or my motives. I think that to remember such a wondrous time keeps me from losing all hope when I see idiocy from other folks. It helps me to remember all the beauty that has made its way into my life when I see ugly things happening to others–or to myself for that matter!! I'm determined to no longer allow ugliness to make me ugly. There were times in my life that I did, but no more!! There's far too much beauty to enjoy and it's SO much easier to be happy than it is to be unhappy|
If you are strong and push through the pain and the fear, you often find that happiness is waiting for you on the other side.