Petulant Flamingo

It was lovely to feel your hands gently stroking my back, a trail of warmth up and down the aches. I could feel myself purring like a cat, contented and melting with desire. Gently, you turned me over and pulled me under you for a kiss I could feel everywhere.

I am all sleek and mellow from a weekend of good loving.

Some days you just really wish you could be with someone. A welcome-home hug at the end of the day, a cuddle together on the sofa, side-by-side brushing of teeth...

an affectionate hug as you step into the shower

a kiss, my body sliding against yours

down to my knees, the water raining down my face, your shoulders braced against the wall

your instinctive hold of my head, your groan, the warm silky feel of you against my tongue

I always used to think my favourite sexual position was being taken from behind. As you once said, lips on the back of my neck, one hand on my breast and one hand in a more intimate place. Still sounds nice, but perhaps betrays my past need to drive my own pleasure. Now, with you, I'm not quite so certain about my preference.

I like the thought of you spooned around me, gently entering me as the early light filters through the curtains and we are still hardly awake. Your hands both holding me close and sleepily stroking.

But now I know the giddiness of a real kiss with you, now I love being face-to-face. I love the deep connection and your rapid breathing when we kiss. Your rhythmic suck of my tongue or lower lip. The love of tongue against tongue.

I can't resist the suck of your mouth on my nipple. You have magical skills caressing my breasts; it's like nothing I have ever known, a sensation that makes me dizzy with pleasure, eager and ready for fulfillment. It makes me brazen and fidgety, aching to feel you slick inside me.