Intimacy in Love-Making
August 7th, 2010
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This morning, M made the sweetest love to me. It’s very, very rare that our sexcapades can be called love-making. The vast majority of the time, it’s something much more primal. Raw, and rough, and rugged. Like a beast claiming his mate in the forest.
Not this morning.
This morning, He curled up beside me and pulled my back tight up against His chest. He lovingly traced every bump and curve with His fingertips and pressed tiny kisses to my shoulders and neck and back. He held me tight in His arms, squeezing ever tighter, pulling closer, as if He were trying to crawl inside my skin. Read more…