My Body Bathed in Moonlight

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It wasn’t long after I’d graduated from high school and broken things off with my first fiancé that I began to run a little wild. I met up with G. at a party but I’d known him since he was a freshman in high school. He was a senior and a jock so we really didn’t run in the same circles.  That’s not entirely true, I ran in any circle I wanted to, seeing as I was a chameleon and all.

G. brought me a drink, a cheap brand of beer most likely. We sat and chatted while other party goers took turns doing lines of cocaine off a huge mirror that had been placed on a dining room table. I’m not sure if G. was into coke or not, but that drug scared the hell out of me. Our poison of the evening was alcohol, though we didn’t begrudge anyone else for choosing to snort lines off a mirror for five bucks a pop.

One beer turned into three and our tongues loosened. The conversation turned dirty and I saw a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. I gladly returned a devilish look and answered yes to his request to take me to bed. Walking hand in hand we quietly retreated to a friend’s apartment just a few doors away. We wasted no more time with pleasantries and innuendo. He produced a condom and I grinned from ear to ear. I’m pretty sure I rolled that condom onto his cock with my mouth.

It was a long time ago so I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember having a lot of fun. I don’t ever remember laughing so much and feeling such comfort while completely naked. His body was beautiful, athletic and lithe. I lay underneath him enjoying the weight of his body on mine. The outstanding feeling of his hardness moving in and out of me. I arched my hips up to meet his thrusts when he stopped suddenly, and rolled off of me. There I was splayed before him, completely naked and vulnerable. My breasts and midriff were lit faintly by the moonlight streaming in a nearby window.

‘Fuck, you’re body is beautiful’, he said.

I was tongue-tied by his comment. No man had ever looked at my naked body with such reverence before. All I could manage was a smile that I hoped he could see in the moonlight of his friend’s bedroom. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist as I guided his cock back into me. Sweet Jesus, how he filled me completely.

Our bodies spent, we laid in bed and cracked jokes. I think we might have even shared another beer. As we dressed, we heard his friend S. come home. The poor boy was so drunk, I think he banged his arms and torso on every wall as he stumbled to his bathroom. S. threw up into his garbage can as G. and I walked out of the bedroom.

‘Hey Renee, how the fuck are you?’,  he asked.

‘Better than you’, I giggled.

G. and I helped S. into bed, he whined incoherently about something and passed out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. G. and I headed back to the party a few doors down. We didn’t exchange phone numbers and we never saw each other again. I can’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed, but sometimes sex is just that, sex. It was fulfilling and beautifully dirty.

I did see G. a few years later, at a little family restaurant in Saline. I walked in with my future husband and sat down in a booth. I looked up and there was G. grinning a devilish grin. The blood rushed to my cheeks and sex as I smiled back at him. I might have even said hello. I remember thinking what a delicious secret G. and I had.

I wonder, if I saw him now, would my body react the way it did 28 years ago? I’d like to think it would. I also wonder where he is now. I hope he’s happy. And I also hope he tells the woman he’s with now how beautiful she is.

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Blue Sapphires and Salt of the Sea-Part II


“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can fly only by embracing each other.” – Luciano De Crescenzo

He told her it was her turn to feel his hands on her body. To taste his kiss. And the warmth of his tongue on her breasts, stomach and clit. He held out his hand. She placed her smaller one in his. His palm felt rough; warm. She felt connection, protection, and want. She closed the gap between them and pressed her nakedness against his. She wrapped her arms around his body and looked up at him. Could feel his hardened cock pressed against her leg. He smiled and looked at her with eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. It was time for her to swim. To feel the warmth of his sea wash over her. Again.

He spun her around and pushed her playfully toward the bedroom door. She placed her hands on either side of the door jamb,  forcing him to run into her. She released a deep, throaty laugh. He kissed her neck. Her body and sex trembled. That was it, she was his.

He laid her down on the bed.

She said, “love me.”

He kneels beside her and kisses her full scarlet lips. Slides his tongue in her mouth and can still taste his cum from their interlude moments before in the living room. He kisses her neck.

She breathlessly exclaims, “you kiss my neck, and were fucking. ”

He looks up at her and says, “I plan to do just that. First I’m going to taste you. I bet you’re as sweet as your heart.”

He continues kissing her. Her breasts first. She holds her breath. Releases it and sighs. He loves to hear her. She puts her hands in his hair. They travel down to his back and her nails scratch upwards lightly. As he sucks each breast the aureola tighten and the nipples peak. She digs her nails in harder. He bites her left nipple and she cries out. Not from pain, but pleasure and want.

He kisses her belly and she becomes apprehensive. Knows that her body isn’t perfect.

He feels her anxiety, looks up at her and says, “you are beauty personified.”

She relaxes, and all she can say is, “thank you”

His mouth finds her thighs. He kisses them. Licks. Bites. Tastes. Finds she is still the same.

As he gets closer to her sex, she moans and says, ” take me. Love me.”

His mouth covers her petal, and she is gone.

She lays there and feels his warm breath, and his tongue. He lets out little sighs as he eats her pussy.

Tells her, “you do taste sweet.”

She lets go and feels her first orgasm build.

He feels it too and says, “baby, let it come.”

She does. And cries out as her clit pulses. He can feel it on his tongue and he smiles. She becomes so wet and open. He wants to taste more. He doesn’t stop. She cums again. She pleads for him to slow down, but he won’t.

He looks up at her and says, “you are so beautiful when you cum. So beautiful.”

Her breathing is ragged and her mouth dry. All of the moisture in her body goes to her cunt.

She puts her hands on either side of his head as he rolls her hips toward her. Her knees are  close to her face. She can see his mouth on her pussy. Feel his warm and wet tongue.

He looks up from between her thighs and says, “cum for me again.”

As she holds his face in her hands, he kisses, licks, and bites. Her orgasm rises and she cums with such force she presses his mouth to her and screams his name. She doesn’t care who hears.

He lets go of her legs. She is shaking and purring like a kitten. He moves up and lays next to her. Holds her and kisses her forehead. Then pulls the blanket over them. She lays in his arms until the tremors subside.