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The First Encounter

Closing the door, I advanced closer to him, dispelling the sweet talk and the awkward initiation process... there was no need, our body language had already dispelled this novice pretence parade!...we both knew this would be entertaining. It would be indulgent. It would be expertly executed. And most importantly it would be without baggage!

...We started with the dance of the hunted and the prey... there was a comfort that although we had both had just initiated this chase, neither was going to be reckless .. this chase for which two seasoned participants were coming together was going to be a homage to our passion... it would be a dance of desire!

... a dance where we would control the rhythm, we would control the pace, and we would push the boundaries of our expertise and enjoy the pleasures of this vintage vine we were brewing, so we continued our dance ..... we waltz our way from the door till we were pinned against the kitchen wall.

With his hands tight pressed against the wall, our bodies slammed together with magnetic force. Our passion began to unravel, our faces started to caress each. It was gentle, it was sweet, it was caring... this gentleness scared me, could we be loosing control?..

Oh no! I tried cling to the persona that I had mastered for these encounter, I tried to latch on to the shell of ambivalence that I always cloak myself during these escapes. I could not let this person touch me...the real me... that skin was out of bounds... I thought of stopping this embrace, I thought of stopping this flow of passion from our lips because I knew we were heading for trouble...

... I too could feel him, the real him, not the persona I had me it the club, I could sense his vulnerability, and I could see my guards melting quicker that heated wax... but neither stopped, we continued... We both knew this would be trouble, but we both continued to go deeper into this zone ... this zone that is usually hidden, the zone where our masks come off, where the facades become spectators on the sidelines and the flesh, real flesh that has feelings takes control and unveils the story of our inner core...

...I found myself lifting him up, our embrace still locked, our lips still inseparable, he wraps his legs around my waist, he grips me like a vulnerable child holding on to me as I move him from the kitchen wall to the bed... both of us fan the flames ablaze with our union and allow them to carry us from the bed to against the cupboard, then on the mattress on the floor, to back again on the bed! It was rough yet gentle, it was frantic yet with care, it was fast yet enduring... it was unique! It was beautiful!

We continued to kiss each other, slow, careful, gentle and loving pecks... comforting kisses, protective kisses, knowing kisses... It was late now, I had to leave... the flight back home was calling... as I walked away I was certain this was only chapter-1!

Posted: Wed Nov 4, 2009 1:42 AM CST