May 14, 2002
He rolls over and whispers her a private story. Making love to her sense of hearing. Something in French with undulating r’s and swooshing j’s and moaning vowels and tight quick hard q’s and d’s. Slowly he coaxes forth her pleasure, pausing after the rising action just the right amount of time, then hastily sending forth a stream of climax, hectic, vibrating, she feels his spit land on her lobe, he licks it off, breathing humid tales deep inside her. She closes her eyes, imagining the ceiling lifting off, stars revealed, floating up and through and over-- yes oh YES.