What’s wonderful as a couple; solid, lasting, loving, is the sturm und drang dis

What’s wonderful as a couple; solid, lasting, loving, is the sturm und drang discovery, often on a whim, of those little extras that deepen a carnal relationship. You know, those moments in the heat of the instant, filled with kisses, caresses and touches, when a gesture gets lost, lips, a tongue briefly brush a corner, a part of a partner’s body, knowing it is somewhat guarded.

Yet in the flood of bliss of bodies in fusion, a spasm, a sigh of pleasure sounds differently, is understood differently, as a delayed consent.

Thus, in the desire of both, in intimacy constantly renewed, an invitation emerges, new pleasures are tried out at the same time as trust grows stronger and is put to the test.

What were once wet brushings become calculated pressures, a choreography of lines in little sensual patterns drawn by the mouth, by the tongue toward the most forbidden erogenous depths.

From the sacred feminine, moans resonate, an undulation responds, expresses a desire, an approval that is less and less sacred…

Then the little endless circles turn into piercing points, the tongue hardens, the hands join in to better open a path to pleasures fully offered.

The languishing body finally gives itself over to every delight; sometimes bold fingers dare to embrace pleasures in a shameless massage; and the tongue, always, to plunge a little deeper to the rhythm of my sweetheart’s moans.

Nothing else matters anymore; the miracle of lust arrives in a breathless sentence on the edge of ecstasy, where everything is summed up, everything concentrated. It is up to me to recognize the moment, up to her to surrender entirely to her cries, to her pleasure.

And that is how I discovered, for the first time, the pleasures of an anal orgasm, given from my mouth to my satisfied beloved.

In the end, for the pleasure received by one, there is pleasure and a half in giving by the other…