LizzyBathory42

I missed an opportunity that may never be presented again; to write on an experience so profound and so long missed that it shook me to my core. So, here's what I can remember: sweet anticipation, from the moment You told me to take a shower, i knew what you wanted of me, and from that second, I wanted nothing more than Your touch. sweet anticipation, in the shower, hot, hot scalding hot water, the way i like it, pouring down my body. Even naked, I felt beautiful. sweet anticipation, lying in bed, covered in the warm sheets, smelling of recent adventure and Your scent, feeling coiled and anxious and loved. a long, long blank spot; darkened by age, a set of feelings never to come again, because they will never, ever be that new again. blossoming, flowing, careening, screaming orgasm that sent me, finally, over that precipice. the crying jag afterwards, the release of long pent tears. lying curled in Your arms, and never, ever feeling safer than I had at that moment. the lazy, giggling, overwhelming calm that enveloped me for hours afterwards. now I remember what I missed.