I backed off on describing some of the extremely intense feelings that I had last Tuesday when I first saw her, they were very personal and very intense. They were so intensely sexual they caused me to almost be overwhelmed as she wept on me. I was so incredibly aroused this last time it was all I could do to compose myself and not overpower her with a searing kiss.
That first touching and sexy come on in DC many years ago was innocent and touching as much as it was arousing. I was moved and aroused, but she was so young and she was an employee . . . .a junior one at that. There was never any doubt in my mind then that I must take the mature and responsible road. But last week was a different situation; she was now a mature and intensely sensual woman, who clearly desired me. My god she was so elegantly erotic.
I am a warmly affectionate person to women I know and care about. I am a hugger. But I felt something deeper with her last week. Maybe it was her quick wit and intelligent demeanor; I love smart – sexy women. Her body certainly contributed to my sexual feelings for her. She is voluptuous in an understated way; a very subtly curvy woman. I don’t know what kind of bra she was wearing but it was stretchy enough to let her breasts reveal their natural form, but supportive enough to prevent her from jiggling. Their slightly pendulous shape was outlined by the clingy fabric of her dress; they were mesmerizing. I found myself blatantly looking at them during the evening and imagining how they would feel in my hands and how her nipples would feel on in warm mouth.
She felt so warm and femininely soft when I hugged her. The heat of her skin radiated through the silky fabric of the dress as I held her in my arms. As I held her, her scent rose to fill my brain; it was a deeply erotic scent of light perfume and the scent of feminine arousal. Its effect on me was to simultaneously haze over my thoughts and add resolve to my penis; encouraging it to discover her sexy interior heat and empty into her. It was a sweetly sensual scent that was intoxicating. Kissing her forehead and her lips only served to cloud my reasoning, encouraging me to offer my masculine arousal to her as a gift for her to savor, hold and draw into her.
Clearly if I had kissed her longer or held her warm body any longer the resulting romantic lust would’ve over powered me. Even now the thought of her has my cock erected and soaking my pants. I am sitting here now imagining her vagina before me being offered shamelessly to my gaze and for my penetration. I sit here thinking now how willing she was to have me sink into her warmth.
But as I held her my head spun with different thoughts; fond memories. I thought of Francine as a young woman in the hotel, innocently laying there in her bra and panties that night. I thought of her as she appeared in her wedding photos sent to us in great pride. Lastly I thought of her at the funeral a few weeks earlier; that last thought did it; it pushed my sexual thoughts right over the edge. The thought of her in her vulnerable state that night reduced my passion to affection in an instant. Yes my cock was still rock hard but now my brain was now in control; and my brain said care about her don’t fuck her.
It happens every time I establish a close bond with a female friend; even an overtly sexy one like Francine. Women friends cease being objects of desire and become objects of affection. Instead of desiring to drill into their vaginas with my erect cock, I crave to climb into their heads with a cozy blanket and mentally cuddle; to hold them and care for them and protect them and be there for them.
This closeness is what I love about my relationships with women. It is still a very overt male – female feeling but it is not passion, it is affection. Affection that inspires me to express it as a kiss on the forehead, a hug, a stroke of the head and warm hands on a tender back expressing caring and respect.
That is what happened and it happened in a second last Tuesday. But what it also does is steel my resolve for the love of my life at home; a woman whose body and mind I know as well as my own. She is someone who is able in her unique way to weave together the nurturing side of me and the very intensely sexual side of me. She is someone who shamelessly and selflessly offers her own feminine charms for my gaze and for my carnal fulfillment, lovingly embracing and cherishing the very essence of my maleness deep inside her wet heated femininity; coaxing me to empty myself and give her a gift, the liquid testimony of my passion for her inside her, given as an expression of my love.
But also some one who encourages me to cherish her sexuality and her womanly charms and draw ecstasy from her with everything I have.
She is the only one I have known who can wrap my erotic and intellectual brain around her fingers and hold me next to her soul and share that soul with me.
That is why I walked away that night from Francine with affection in my heart. It is also why I fell into Anne’s arms at home in passion.
I am very lucky. Lucky to have Anne as my love and people like Francine as “girl” friends.
It is why I am slowly getting to understand love and affection.
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