My Journey

I look at you tentatively, in wonder. How could you be so selfless, so
giving? You don't want me to feel compromised at all. But I don't.
This all makes complete sense to me. I can't explain it, but I know
that it's meant to be. "Well," I say, hesitantly, biting my lower lip,
"I am nervous about this…" And you look down, in disappointment. "But
you have got to be kidding!" I say, pulling him into the lobby. I race
toward the elevators, and you follow, trying to beat me to the button.
We get there at the same time and once we press the up arrow, we kiss
each other passionately, attracting the attention of the hotel's
clientele. Some smile at our fun, and others are dismayed at what they
consider inappropriate. But we have no idea that they're even there.
It's just us. The elevator door opens, and once its passengers leave,
we tumble in, still kissing. Other potential passengers wisely decide
to wait for the next elevator. The door closes, and you lean up
against me, kissing me tenderly. The adoring look in your eyes
reassures me that you will be gentle and kind, respecting whatever may
come.

When we get to my room, my heart is pounding, and my stomach is a
little queasy. I am so nervous. My fingers fumble with the key, but I
finally get it in the door. You look a little nervous, too. The
fragrance of roses greets us as I open the door. The wine I ordered
before dinner is open and two large rounded goblets are sitting next
to it. I excuse myself to go into the bathroom as you take off your
jacket. In the bathroom, I freshen up, and change into a nightgown
you've seen only through your PC cam. I fluff up my hair, put on lip
gloss, and take a good look in the mirror. I like what I see, and
that's got so much to do with you. Your constant words of
encouragement and adoration have rubbed off on me. I feel desirable
and sexy! I open the door, and see that you've poured the wine. You're
holding your glass, and gazing dreamily out the window. I walk over to
you and kiss you. You look startled for a moment. Then you smile, and
kiss me back. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom, and I use that
time to get my portable stereo out of my suitcase, placing Van
Morrison disc in, and pressing play. You're in the bathroom for quite
a while, and I begin to get nervous. I wonder if you're all right. Now
it's my turn to gaze out the window, and the beautiful city below.
What a spectacular sight. Lights flicker and blink, and cars zoom here
and there. I sip the wine, and it tastes so good.

You open the door just as "Sweet Thing" begins. You take my hands, and
begin to dance with me, singing in my ear. I look up at you, and the
tears flow again. I have found this missing piece, and I cannot
believe the relief and joy I feel. We sway slowly, holding each other
so tightly. I can hear your heart beating. My emotions overwhelm me,
and I cry throughout the song, the ache in my heart very evident. My
tears soak your shirt, as I bury my face in your chest. With your one
hand around my waist, you release my other hand to gently brush my
hair out of my eyes, and wipe a tear away. You bend down and kiss my
eyes, cheeks, jaw, chin…wherever the tears travel, so do your lips, as
if you could eradicate the reason they were there to begin with.

I look up at you in adoration and utter amazement. The intense
tenderness and love with which you've always treated me touches me so
deeply. The bond we share is so very deep, and we haven't even made
love yet. At least not in this lifetime. But I sense that our souls
have known each other for so very long. And now we are about to embark
on a new part of our lives, one in which we are even more deeply
connected, if that could be possible.

You walk over to the table and lift our wine glasses. I take mine, and
you raise yours in a toast, saying, "To you, my love, you astonish me
with your beauty and grace, your loving, gentle heart, and your
generous soul. Being with you, I feel as if I've come home." Our
glasses clink, and we sip the deep red merlot, its warmth adding to
the fire we feel within.

I raise my glass, and say to you, "To my Ben, my renaissance man. Your
kind words and tender love have inspired me to be a better person—to
live up to your image of me. Your gentle sweet spirit has touched me
like no other, and I will never be the same, having known you. My life
is better with you." And again, we tap our glasses, and sip the
fruity, oaky liquid.

I lead you to the bed. We stand there, at the edge, for a moment. I
look up at you, and the fire in your eyes tempts me. We kiss, and I am
pulled into you. We are intertwined, and will never be separated. I
unbutton your shirt, kissing your chest as I go. Once unbuttoned, I
slowly peel it off your shoulders and back, feeling your warm, soft
skin, my hands everywhere. You lift the hair off my neck, and kiss
behind my ear, and down, stopping to nuzzle the small of my neck. I
writhe in ecstasy as you gently suck this most tender of places on my
body. "Oh, Ben!" I moan, as you lower me slowly onto the bed. The cool
feeling of rose petals touches my skin.

You take my hands and place them above my head, wanting me to relax
and savor the love you are about to make to me. I protest, because I
so want to touch you, but you whisper softly, right in my ear, "I
can't resist you any more. I have to taste you right now." As you move
down my body, you push the front of my gown down, releasing my breasts
to your hungry mouth. You feast on this flesh, nibbling my nipples,
and then suckling gently. I bring my arms down to cradle your head as
you suckle my breasts. Again, I writhe, for this is utter bliss to me.
You've told me online that you wished you could suck my breasts for
hours. Right now, that would be fine with me.

I stroke your head as you circle my nipples with your tongue,
squeezing and kneading my breasts with your hands. Then you move
lower, to my belly, planting tiny wet kisses all over it. And then,
you are between my legs. You take a deep breath, and pause before you
taste what you've called the "nectar of the gods." You've told me so
many times as we've made love online that you'd give anything to taste
me. And here we are, at this moment. You stroke the insides of my
thighs with a light touch of your fingertips, and spread my legs
further apart. I shiver with a chill down my spine. Then you kiss my
clit, so lightly that I barely feel your touch. This drives me wild,
and I want to take your head and pull it to me. But I resist,
wriggling in anticipation. Your tongue slips out from between your
lips, and circles my outer lips, all the way down to my ass. You come
back up, and plunge your rigid tongue into my pussy. I scream in
surprise and pleasure—your tongue reaches way up there! "Ohhh!" I moan
as you plunge your tongue in and out, tasting all of my juices. When
you finally return to my clit, licking it intently, a wave of orgasm
washes over me unlike anything I've ever experienced. As your tongue's
pressure on my clit lightens, I start floating back down to Earth. You
crawl up to lie beside me, your head resting on my left breast, and
you listen to my heartbeat slowing down.

Once I can remember my name, I look down at you, asking, "How did you
get so good at that?" And then I pause. "Never mind…I don't want to
know!" You chuckle at my silliness, and that's when I feel your
hardness, and realize that you still have pants on! I turn to kiss
you, and start fumbling with your belt buckle.

With a little help from you, I get your pants off, and gasp at being
so near a spot I've longed for since we met. You are lying on your
back, and I crawl up to kiss your lips, letting my breasts brush up
against your body as I go. I creep lower, placing little, wet kisses
down your chest and stomach. I stop at the bounty that is your penis,
eyeing it intently. It swells toward the top, and I long to feel you
inside me. My mouth is so close to it, and I am hungry to taste you.
You feel my hot, eager breath, and you writhe in anticipation. But I
linger just above it, almost touching you. You thrust your hips toward
my mouth, and I pounce upon you, grabbing your cock with both hands.

With a firm but gentle squeeze of your shaft, my wet, warm lips nuzzle
the tip, kissing you softly. My lips part, yielding to my hot, moist
tongue. I flick my tongue around the swollen tip of your cock,
swirling silky hot circles around and around. I kiss your cock, all
down the shaft, gently, barely touching you. I nuzzle your balls,
kissing them all over, and then taking them in my hands to caress them
as I lick up your shaft to the tip, slurping and savoring the flavor
of your flesh.

You moan and call my name as I take the tip of your penis in my mouth,
sucking softly. Then I take the entire length within--my hot, wet
mouth and pulsing tongue feeling heavenly to you. You are bigger than
what I'm used to, so to wrap my lips around the base, the tip goes
down my throat. I struggle to relax my throat muscles to allow you
entry. But I like the feeling of your cock tickling my throat, and I
get used to it quickly. I open wide, and let you thrust into my mouth.
You grab my hair, and thrust in and out of my mouth as I look up at
your face to see the passion in your eyes—the passion you feel for me.
I am just as lost in the passion I feel for you. My eyes tear at the
range of emotion I feel at this moment. I am overwhelmed with desire.

You take my face in your hands, and pull me up on top of you, kissing
me tenderly, wiping the tears away. You look so concerned, as if the
thought of me feeling heartache could break your heart. I feel so
protected and safe with you.

We roll over, and you are on top of me. The feel of your body on mine
is what I've dreamed of since we first met. We look into each other's
eyes—we cannot break the gaze. And you smile at me, that beautiful,
crooked smile that I love so much. I reach up to stroke your cheek,
and my fingers travel around your lips. You support your body with
your hands on either side of me, and use your leg to part my legs.
This is what I have waited for…this moment of pure passion and desire.
It is as if the universe is making this happen, and we have no control
over it. I feel powerless, but so full of joy and wonder. I pull you
closer, and we kiss, the softest, most loving kiss either one of us
has ever had. I am so ready for you, and as our hips meet, and you
enter me, I moan with desire. I whisper your name, and it all seems so
right. Yes, this was meant to be.

We are still gazing at each other, and we thrust toward each other
over and over again. Our sweat mixes together, and we are truly one.
With you inside me, each thrust brings me closer to orgasm. I can
barely catch my breath. My legs are wrapped around yours, and your
powerful hips gyrate toward me. In your glorious eyes, I see myself
reflected since time began. I feel as if I've known you forever—will
know you forever. I am complete.

I arch my back as you push into me, grinding together. Your eyes tell
me that your building desire is about to burst. I am biting my lip,
but you close your lips over mine, and kiss me deeply. You groan, from
deep in your throat, and I feel you cumming inside me. Our juices mix,
and I am again ascending into orgasm. I have never felt anything like
this. We are sharing this deeply sacred moment—together we climb, up
to the heavens, you and I, and then we are floating in orgasmic bliss.

Once the afterglow has passed, we realize we're both crying. And then
we smile, brushing each other's tears away, because they are tears of
intense joy at having realized that we are together at last. At last.