Day's End

It’s evening, the day is past and we meet with time for each other … We are sitting in the living room with only the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the wall… A time to relax as the day ends and the stresses of work and traffic begin to ebb… I take off your shoes and begin to rub your feet… it’s been one of those days and I can feel the tension start to leave you as you relax into the pillows on the couch. I lift each foot and kiss each toe and then my hands travel up your legs, massaging the calves, moving to the knees and the sensitive place behind them and then caressing the upper thighs. I reach up and unbutton your blouse and then move to roll you over – you are now supine on the couch and I can reach your lower back – warm hands on warm skin and continue to massage the tired muscles – moving steadily upward, I release your bra strap and move upward to the shoulders… I lower my mouth and begin kissing your neck… light kisses meant to sooth and you roll over… our mouths finding each other in the reflected glow of the candle flames… and like the flames, our kisses take on a heat of their own… 1

Our lips part and our tongues explore the warmth of the other – each welcoming the other as our bodies press against each other… your breasts melt into my chest and I feel you pull me down on top of you – stomach to stomach – hip to hip… your warm skin against me is very sensual and I begin to arouse… feeling my erection becoming firmer and pressing through my pants and against your softness… 2

Separating, I go to the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine… Returning, you take my hand and walk down the hall to the master bath… candles glow and the light diffuses in the steam rising from the tub… the bubbles sparkle in the light, casting a muted glow around the room… Again, our lips meet and we undress each other, the clothes falling to the floor and our naked bodies joining in an embrace… we step into the water and we sit, I am cradling you against my chest… my penis has again become erect and you feel it nestled against your back and playfully reach to hold it… the warmth of the water pales compared to the heat of your hand and my now fully erect manhood… I begin to wash your back and let my hands wander around your, cupping each breast and teasing each nipple as they become erect in response to the touch of my hand… lying back against me, you stretch out and I begin to kiss your neck. The faint taste of salt and the fragrance from the soap act like an aphrodisiac and my hand wanders lower, finding the cleavage where your legs join… feeling you separate your legs and allow my fingers to begin to tease your clitoris… Now I feel you begin to tense again as the first waves of pleasure begin to build within you… your legs squeezing my hand, drawing my hand downwards and inwards as I slip a finger into the warmth of you… my other hand continuing to lightly rub and pinch your nipples… Your head turns and awkwardly our lips and mouths close over each other in a kiss as your body responds to the stimulation and you achieve your first orgasm… Standing, you face me and now you settle and slide your warm opening over my hardness and float downwards… we are joined and floating in the warmth and pleasure of the water and each other… moving slightly, you begin a slight rocking motion feeling the pressure of my erection inside you, finding the tension again building… your breasts press into my chest and our mouths search hungrily for each other, tongues diving deeply, breath coming faster… I can feel my own climax coming and, as a moan of pure animal pleasure escapes your mouth, I orgasm and you feel the throbbing of me as I fill you with the results of our passion and we hold each other tightly, not wanting to separate, not wanting the passion to pass… and then slowly the passion retreats and our kisses take on the feeling of warmth and caring and satisfaction and love…. and I involuntarily retreat, my penis withdrawing as it looses firmness but the head still resting between the lips of your vagina and we float in the warmth and the reflected glow of the candles not wanting the moment to end…. and we hold the embrace until the water begins to cool and our ardor diminishes… and we must trade our watery sanctuary for the warmth of towels being held in hands of caring and promises of further passion in the days and nights to come…3