graces

it dances
the blue spark between my tongue and her clit
just before
sizzling wire meets sizzling wire
just before
i forget my ideas of teasing
of coaxing her
(oh, how those ideas just melt away)
just before
the velvety smoothness of her lips
and the perfume of her sex
turn my head inside out
drawing me into her baptismal grace

-- and, behold, it is good --

but this is only part of the story
a very good part, yes indeed
but only a part

one day in the backseat
we tested out the strap on
both of us new and untried
willing - hell, yes!
and there just aren't enough positional options
in a day lit busy parking lot on a lunch hour
so patience was in order
(sigh)

finally, the day came
a room, a locked door
a bed and only hours stretched out before
i told her to get the harness, the dildo
to put them on me
which she eagerly did
then, we admired the familiar yet unfamiliarness of it
me with a constant silicone hard on
i held it as though i might divine
some mysterious conquering magic
but there was only
a giddy self-consciousness
easily bested by a rising tide of hunger
hunger for her hips
her arched back
her moans

we started with her standing, bent at the waist
a mirror to our left
so she could watch
i stood behind her stroking lubrication down my curious extension with my right hand
my left resting on her hip
i felt for her opening, for her wetness
and gently guided the head just into her
i asked if that felt ok
trying to sound compassionate more than tentative
her response was immediate and encouraging
still, i slid slowing in and out of her
taking turns holding her hips
holding her ass open
tilting her hips for a better view
at first, i felt a bit silly thrusting
but i found honing in on her
the sights of her
the smells, the sounds, the writhing
erased any lingering unsureness

over the next hour & half
we went at it from every position i could imagine and push, pull or twist her into
i have favorites already
one was her on her back, knees pulled to her shoulders
me over her with my weight on my hands holding her thighs against her
holding her down - banging, banging, banging
while she whimpered and moaned and looked at me with her mouth open in astonishment
another
her on her belly, me astride her thighs, her ass rising up to meet me
i held her ass open and pushed into her cunt, watching
that hypnotic metre, stressed and unstressed beats
provoking me in the profoundest way
then collapsed onto her back, grinding into her
our sweat hot between us, i nibbled across her shoulders and growled in her ear
another
we are on our sides, i am behind her 90 degrees
fucking into her bucking back
in my left hand, her hair, pulling her head back
my right hand pushes the small of her back
with her head back, her sounds are more guttural, more primal

and as revelatory as this experience as been
the most stunning, the most radical
was how she unfolded for me
from a different angle
from a different depth
how we found in both of us
whole new tender territories
demanding 100% authenticity
at one point, she was astride me, riding me, me driving into her
our faces were locked into a dance of call and response
independent of our thoughts
our bodies were speaking to each other
in a language before language
and i felt a door blow open in her
that blew open a door in me
and we knew it immediately in each other's faces
our bodies slowed
i took her face in my hands, pulling her down to me
and i kissed the tears as they came from her
a fountain of sparks erupting from my heart
between us, a whole new sky

there is more to say about all this
about access and possession
about seeing from the other side of the sun
but that will have to wait