And even in moments when I felt like Iāve slipped away from usā¦I find myself yearning him. And so I began to grip the bed. I was finally holding on to the bars of the head board because of pleasure. I asked him to see me. Like to really see me. And just when I thought he wasnāt listeningā¦I gripped the bed. Heās planting tiny kisses all over my body. And I am shaking. I cannot remember the last time he planted kisses. Yet I asked him to see me. Like really see me. Not to just be about his pleasure in these moments but to feel me and see meā¦ It is only through acknowledging not only my sexual being but my intellect, my dreams, and my passions will he be able to hear meā¦hear me moan as moisture filled my body. Hear me validate his existence. Hear me call for him. Hear me wanting himā¦while watching my body tremble. I began to shake and moanā¦in a way I havenāt in so long. Iā¦amā¦receiving himā¦I am tasting himā¦I am calling for him and only him. And yes Iām still griping the bed. Holding on for dear life. Each second of intensityā¦I grip tighter. Canāt let go of these barsā¦canāt let go of himā¦.canāt let go of this momentā¦must live it out. Must touch it out. Must moan it out because like he sees me. Heās trying to understand me. Figure out my desires and let me know that my desires do matterā¦because tonight he wonāt stop until he cums upon one of my pressure points. Oh the intensity of it all! I could not stop kissing himā¦I could not stop whispering sweet things in his ears. He hears meā¦he wants meā¦and I feel wanted. So I continue to grip the bed as my legs wrap around his neckā¦then the rest of his body. And I can tell he feels me shaking. I can tell he is receiving me. At the start of his climaxā¦I let go the bars of the head board and I grab on to him. Because likeā¦I want him to know that I see himā¦I taste himā¦I hear himā¦and I feel him. Iām calling his name and in a moment of ecstasyā¦his body answers. It had been two months for usā¦of waitingā¦I needed a moment to yearn him. I needed a moment to feel like myself. Even though Iām not married with childrenā¦stress of my careers, stress of not being where I want to be in life, stress of rejections I experienced in my first career, stress of not feeling wanted by himā¦and the weight gain Iāve put on over the years when the stress got too much to handleā¦it had all taken a toll on me. Iā¦was in factā¦part of the reason why I did not feel wantedā¦and only I could make myself feel welcomed and wanted in order to open the door for him to reconfirm what my inner spirit had already told me. So I spoke softly to myselfā¦.I AM BEAUTIFUL! I AM SEXY! I AM WORTHY IN EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE!?? Yass! Only I could tell myself these things! And I finally did!? It was that conversation with myself that gave me the strength to grip the bed and open up myself to him. And there I laid in his arms as if it was foreverā¦our forever. Laughing and talkingā¦in our natural state. Me without any makeup onā¦cuddling with my on and off again love of 6 yearsā¦the one man I feel at home with when Iām at my most imperfectā¦~KJM on Temptation Tuesday sayingā¦that was the Ex Factor and I last night ?
