Insane sanity
We are driving home. Too many lights to record the moon, low and orange on the highway horizon. It's been a full day, a day that started with us collapsing at 7am in a heap of naked bodies after a night of breakthrough and pleasure.
The story of Maryam* stretches back to my childhood when a pretty Persian girl made best friends with me and my sister, and a fourth. Our fourth has a baby now, and my sister is married but I'm making some interesting beauty with Maryam - the third body in our satiated heap this morning.
We've had tension and love through the years but nothing could have prepared me for the wild communion of our bodies with my boyfriends. This was the third time so far, and by far the most comfortable, the perfect opportunity to practice free love.
I've been feeling so open about my lovers body, based on some recent loving episodes from him sharing me. It's like this moon tonight, amazing to experience and impossible to record. She was open and willing and I was hot for her - hungry for the pretty pornographic body she had become. Our first couple stabs at this were a little stifled by worries of friendship but I think this time we knew that our relationship had reached a different level. That this sexual expression was now the language of our friendship. A friendship of pleasure and sharing and love.
T and Maryam had a connection and an attraction. They spent time together sharing secrets and flirts always concerned about my reaction. Which wasn't always good. But as we walked the streets last night celebrating my sisters birthday, with linked arms I felt her heat, and revisited their attraction.
A normal sane woman would hawkishly guard the interaction intercepting connection as much as possible. But in my crazy life I aspired to be at ease with all attraction and to honor it as it existed. So even though I wanted to and have been scared, I felt her love for me and believed in the best. And so we touched more. And eventually ended up home and now we go outside to the porch for smoking.
All the chairs on this porch are broken, this porch where it all started. That time we were smoking and Maryam did a little trick, this fancy move of making her boobs jump. This time, with her cleavage and her short dress she gave us a lecture on blow jobs and bemoaned how it had been two years since she's had sex. What a shame. And on the three broken chairs with four of us seated, I sat first in my boyfriends lap and then on hers. Her arms wrapped around me naturally and we curled up into our mutual desire.
To be cont...
The story of Maryam* stretches back to my childhood when a pretty Persian girl made best friends with me and my sister, and a fourth. Our fourth has a baby now, and my sister is married but I'm making some interesting beauty with Maryam - the third body in our satiated heap this morning.
We've had tension and love through the years but nothing could have prepared me for the wild communion of our bodies with my boyfriends. This was the third time so far, and by far the most comfortable, the perfect opportunity to practice free love.
I've been feeling so open about my lovers body, based on some recent loving episodes from him sharing me. It's like this moon tonight, amazing to experience and impossible to record. She was open and willing and I was hot for her - hungry for the pretty pornographic body she had become. Our first couple stabs at this were a little stifled by worries of friendship but I think this time we knew that our relationship had reached a different level. That this sexual expression was now the language of our friendship. A friendship of pleasure and sharing and love.
T and Maryam had a connection and an attraction. They spent time together sharing secrets and flirts always concerned about my reaction. Which wasn't always good. But as we walked the streets last night celebrating my sisters birthday, with linked arms I felt her heat, and revisited their attraction.
A normal sane woman would hawkishly guard the interaction intercepting connection as much as possible. But in my crazy life I aspired to be at ease with all attraction and to honor it as it existed. So even though I wanted to and have been scared, I felt her love for me and believed in the best. And so we touched more. And eventually ended up home and now we go outside to the porch for smoking.
All the chairs on this porch are broken, this porch where it all started. That time we were smoking and Maryam did a little trick, this fancy move of making her boobs jump. This time, with her cleavage and her short dress she gave us a lecture on blow jobs and bemoaned how it had been two years since she's had sex. What a shame. And on the three broken chairs with four of us seated, I sat first in my boyfriends lap and then on hers. Her arms wrapped around me naturally and we curled up into our mutual desire.
To be cont...
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