I Hope You Join Me...

I hope you join me

I'm going to go shower. I'm pretty sure we're done for the day and I want to get cleaned up. I'm heading there now and not bringing anything with me for after. I hope you join me.

My bigger wish is that when we're done washing away all the work of the day, we can take some time to relax. We deserve it and we need it. I hope you join me in thinking that way too.

Then I'm going to dry off and head to the bedroom to lay down for a bit. I hope you join me.

I'll have socks ready on your pillow. You won't need anything else. I'll want to feel you against me with nothing in between. I'll secretly be wishing you could be in my head reading and seeing my thoughts play out. It truly is magical in my mind- all because the thoughts are of you.

You'd be able to feel my excitement at the first touch even though we've done this countless times. It sends a surge through me every time. I'll marvel in it and want you to feel that way, too. I'll have to consciously hold back as I want to grab on so tightly and kiss you like it would be our last. I'll pull away and stare you in the eyes for what seems like an hour, softly cradle your face again, and kiss you harder. I'll feel that more deeply than you could even imagine.

We'll kiss for a while until we get physically uncomfortable. I'll be hiding it more than I should but not caring because the anticipation of being able to make love to you far outweighs any pain I have and at the moment, I feel nothing other than pleasure. It's the only time I'm feeling pain-free.

We'll shift around a bit and when it feels right again, you'll touch my breasts and another round of sensation rushes through. This time, I'll feel it... down there. It'll already be throbbing a bit and you've been nowhere near it. I'll still hold back in wanting to pull you in and wanting to

beg you to just touch me. To touch it. Anywhere near it, in me, on me.

The whole time I'll be simultaneously thinking about how quickly I can make my way down to yours. I'll love the kissing we've been doing. Every second of it.

As I slowly kiss my way down your neck, your cleavage, your stomach, your belly button, I'll gain unbridled excitement and play out a scenario in my head where sometime, maybe next time, I'll be brave enough to guide you to the bedroom, lay you down, pull your underwear off, spread your legs open and get in there with the tempered aggressiveness that I sometimes feel- but not this time. I'll already be thinking of your taste. The feel. The exact spot I've come to know and find comfort in. I'll approach it like I always do- wanting to somehow use my tongue to transfer the immense love I have for you. I'll want you to feel every bit of emotional release from a surge of pleasure with an explosive end. When it happens, I'll know that for a brief moment, You. Let. Go. It may be short-lived, but I'll be happy you joined me.

You'll pull me up so I won't touch it anymore and kiss me, getting a taste of yourself. I'll already be wanting more and thinking of how I could have made it go quicker, deeper, stronger in intensity. Next time.

We'll talk a bit and you'll sweetly ask if it's my turn. I'll smile at you because you're so beautiful and precious and caring and selfless and loving.

Inside, my body will be screaming YES. I won't say that, though. I know you'll do whatever I ask which is why I won't answer. I won't even know what to ask for. I won't know if I'll want your firm touch, your soft tongue, you inside of me, directly on my clit, or all of it. What I will know is that I've been thinking of you all day and how I desperately want you to help me cum. I'll be embarrassed at how wet I already am, how it'll seem like you have very little to do, and how worked up I already am because of what's already happened. I'll try to stifle my moans even though I'll want you to truly hear and know that I'm feeling this way because of you.

I'll ultimately cum and it'll be wonderful and filled with love. We'll kiss some more and snuggle. You'll ask me if it was ok and I'll look at you as I wipe the sweat off my forehead with an expression that conveys, "how could it NOT have been???"

I'll immediately file the experience away in my mind to access countless times when I'm sad or lonely. I'll use it to fuel the beginnings of another fantasy meant just for me or a story I want to share with the world that will be dripping with characters that all refer to you no matter how hard I try and change it.

I'll want to talk more deeply about things and feelings, but I won't. I'll want to tell you about how I take these real-life encounters and want to turn them into desire filled inspiration to help me pleasure myself so I'm not constantly thinking of ways to find time and circumstance to spend this kind of time with you, but I won't.

One of the dogs will jump on the bed and then both. I'll be mad at myself for not closing the door when we first entered to have just a little privacy. We'll talk about what we need to do tomorrow and what we'll be having for dinner. We'll each wonder if the other is hurting and I won't even know the answer to that as I'm still feeling euphoric. You'll get up to pee and I'll want to put my shirt back on. I'll watch you walk to the bathroom and feel blessed that you're mine and I got to just share this beautiful moment with you.

I'll check my playlist to see how many songs we got through and be amazed at the time warp we were just a part of. While I wait for you to come back to grab your clothes, I'll be thinking of the next time and already be longing for it hoping that you'll willingly join me.