posted by sooyup
on
Courting days,
Looking back
Well, not quite. But the imagination is a wonderful thing nevertheless. Often as I lie with Emma, whispering the sweet nothings that are the invariable prelude to sex, my mind takes me back, and back. Back to our early courting days (when, for oh so long, our fucking really did take place only in my vivid imagination). Our kisses always start so gently, slowly increasing in passion and intensity; I fondle her breasts - no longer the firm little buds they were when I first laid hands on them; my hand strokes her smooth thighs, before moving slyly between her legs; I stroke her cunt, damp and sleek as a beaver’s fur, until my finger slides inside her. Most times it’s like this - reliving the five long years of our courtship in as many minutes, enjoying again every “first time”. And all my “first times” were with Emma, and hers with me. And when the fucking comes, we’re both young again..
Well, not quite. But the imagination is a wonderful thing nevertheless. Often as I lie with Emma, whispering the sweet nothings that are the invariable prelude to sex, my mind takes me back, and back. Back to our early courting days (when, for oh so long, our fucking really did take place only in my vivid imagination). Our kisses always start so gently, slowly increasing in passion and intensity; I fondle her breasts - no longer the firm little buds they were when I first laid hands on them; my hand strokes her smooth thighs, before moving slyly between her legs; I stroke her cunt, damp and sleek as a beaver’s fur, until my finger slides inside her. Most times it’s like this - reliving the five long years of our courtship in as many minutes, enjoying again every “first time”. And all my “first times” were with Emma, and hers with me. And when the fucking comes, we’re both young again..
