Oh how i love that man. I never knew that I could feel so good. When I joined Tristan in the shower a while ago he offered to make me feel better since I'd slept in the car. I tried to tell him he didn't have to but he wouldn't drop it until I gave in. God, he's got magic fingers. I never in my life expected to feel a massage with so much love in every movement. He worked over my sore, stiff muscles with purpose, not one action occured unless he wanted, where he wanted it. It wasn't long before I was practically purring at him and begging him to stop with the foreplay. He gave me an evil grin and lightly touched me where I wanted him to but that was all, a light touch, and a occasional slow stroke or squeeze. I had him out of that shower in a matter of moments and on our bed behind me, telling him what I wanted him to do. I always happened that way, he'd get my fire started and keep stoking it until I lost controll and begged him to make love to me."Come on Tristan, you stud. Make love to me like never before. Make it special. Make it...unreal, out of this world." I told him in a husky voice, and that's just what he did. Afterwards, he sat naked on the bed in front of me, playing that damned guitar of his. He knows I love his voice and he sings beautifully, especially when he plays his guitar. I really do wish you could have experienced what I did tonight. It was amazing. I'm going to bed now and join Tristan, my lover, in a good night's rest. He's already asleep so I'm going to follow suit. I'll tell to you more later.
 Requiem of Whyspers · Tue Feb 13, 2007 @ 06:33pm · 0 Comments |
