Lonely Moments - by LesLucid

Well, I slept like a baby last night. That is to say, every couple of hours I woke up looking for a tit to suck. Sorry to be crass but it's the truth. The primeval urges are back, I guess. I can't help it. I try mightily (well) to ignore them or deny them but it's hard. Probably I will have to go out this weekend, looking, wooing, and maybe even howling at the moon. Find a girl and euphemism! Oh boy! It happens, even to me sometimes. It's about time. Things have been slack. That's what I've been thinking about today. Here's the way I see it. The part I like best is the first full-pressure embrace just after moving to, say, a bedroom or similar suitable place. That is the first moment of certainty, or at least high probability, that "something" will happen. What a feeling of pleasure! Actually the best part is after her shirt is off, just at the moment her bra snaps loose. Moments before it was part of her body and now it is a bunch of tangled strings and straps that shouldn't be there. Quickly throw them aside and lie down. Now I can act like a baby. I like best to bring one full nipple into my mouth, nothing more, nothing less, like space ships docking, two bodies touching nowhere else except lips and breast. At this moment it's best to remain still for some time. Feelings from her to me can actually travel across the lip-breast boundary unimpeded. That I like best. Moving downward, lips and nose cross belly button and arrive at the blue jean button. Now this is the part that I like best. What will I find after the button is undone and as the zipper comes down? I am always keenly interested in how far below the undies' waistband is >from the top of the jeans. The top of the undies may be right there at the top of the jeans. Usually not, unless she is wearing big fluffy underdrawers, which are nice too. Most often one encounters small and tight fitting ones. One inch below the belt line? OK! Two inches? Great! Three inches? Incredible! As the zipper comes down I am acutely interested in the gap between her lower stomach and the rubber waistband of her undies. Usually a few hairs are visible curling out above that waistband. Provocative as the hairs are, it is the gap that is fascinating. It, the gap, is formed by the waistband stretching from hip bone to hip bone. That gap is what I like best. Now we have reached an impasse. Subtle progress is no longer possible. Off with her jeans. While I'm standing I might as well remove mine, and, I suppose, everything else too. Zip swazooot swazooot ping ping ping ping ping bezowww. Now I approach, one knee on the bed. Uhoh! Forgot her undies. Golly. How did I miss them? Unknown, but, oh well, I did. Having forgotten them means that while giving her a kiss on her top inner thigh I must pull her drawers down too. That forces me to break the seal between my lips her thigh. I look up and she looks down and smiles. Her smile, from this point of view, is what I like best. Undies gone now, the position to which she returns her legs is what really interests me. Suppose she returns her leg, the one that is on the side opposite from where I am, angled out slightly. That means that she is inviting me to stay right where I am, for a while at least. This is the part I like best. She seems somewhat partial to it herself. This is a time for full contact. Not just with my lips but also with my chin, nose, and sides of my face. (I avoided the word "cheeks" to avoid any ambiguity and also to let you know I was not describing an impossible or, at least, impractical position.) Just about any amount of pressure or type of motion gets the "message" across well enough. I am acutely tuned in to feedback information so I can continuously improve the moment. But there is really no sense trying to optimize here. All is well enough, believe me. We just "communicate" as best we can, for a while.

After a while, I look up. She looks down. It's too late to turn back now. That was a joke so we laugh. I slide up beside her, on her right. But just before coming up even, she pushes on my right shoulder, which rocks me back. This makes his Grandeur point straight up and he is very accessible. She leans forward and wraps her lips around his head. We are again touching at no other points. She is still. I am still. Still, that is, except for some small unavoidable motions. It is these unavoidable motions that bring the most pleasure at the moment. We could feel each other hearts beat, which is what I like best, if we remained still long enough. Once again, it is possible for us to feel each other's feelings across the physical boundary. But it's difficult to stay still long. The lack of any vigorous contact or motion causes sensations to amplify to unbearable levels. Well, not unbearable - please don't stop. Soon start the small movements of tongue and up and down and twisting and stopping for a moment to squeeze with a hand and the deep in and finally back to just inside her mouth with rhythmic half-inch up-and-down motions at a steady pace. Iiiieee. That will do nicely. This is what I like best. At the appropriate moment (what is the word "appropriate" doing there? Can you tell me? Is it appropriate?) we "confederate" (a word that is thesaurusically equivalent to "join"). This is what I like best. If everything before has worked properly, there should be no physical barrier between us that has any effectiveness. Feelings flow freely across all physical boundaries. That is the best case. Rarely does everything work perfectly. It takes a great deal of practice to get it just right. This is the one and only reason for monogamy, in my opinion. On the other hand, it always works to an extent that makes it worthwhile. Sometimes it's the most incredible thing. It's what I like best. Other times, well, "tomorrow is another day," but frankly my dear, I could never say, "I don't give a damn." Afterward, we roll back on our backs and look up. What could be better than this? Nothing. I flat out claim "Nothing." "Not a thing." Then comes a slight catch. A slight glitch. A slight - what is the word? No. First let me tell you what I mean and then you tell me the word. This part I don't like so much. There is a moment, at this point, and I mean to say that everyone does this, when we are both on our backs looking up, that we both completely forget the other and fall deeply into ourselves. It lasts for just a brief fraction of a second and occurs simultaneously for both of us - we do it at exactly the same time every time. We focus for an instant only on our individual selves. Just for a short tick in time. And although brief, this moment is the loneliest moment that a human ever experiences. What is the word for it? So quick! Back face to face. Slurp-slop. Glob-smootch-gleep. He he he. Contact lost. It will be found again. Lost. Found. Lost. Found. Lost. Found.... I hope "Found" comes last. With luck, it will. L.L.

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