Music, Massage and Mating

 Music, Massage and Mating


Song Bird and I always bonded well over music.  It was a unique love language between us.  I feel as though her song selections carried secret messages that were subtly suggested to share hidden truths.  Perhaps these songs were her conduit of choice to express her longing of deeper emotional connection.  Hearing her sing them was a heart warming experience, but accurately conveying what made this part of the experience unique is difficult.  


Imagine a deep gaze into the passionate eyes of your special someone singing love songs together like “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran and Beyoncé, “Shallow” by Lady Gaga, “Lucky” by Jason Mraz, “You Were Meant for Me” by Jewel, and more….  What words could I summon to adequately describe her deep intimate gaze coupled with her sensuous singing?  Whatever deep longing a soul could thirst of love, affirmation, exhilaration, belonging, self discovery, mutual understanding….  It was as if everything I desired and wanted suddenly materialized before me in her.


Imagine the passion building while watching her slowly undress then massaging her skin with lavender oil on a massage table.  Even the memory of my hands spreading lavender oil against her smooth ivory skin brings me immense joy.  The moonlight coming in from the ceiling window cast a blanket of soft light against her skin giving her an angelic glow.  


The firm, skillful touch of my palms and fingers deeply aroused her and I experienced pleasure in all my senses:  I was elated at the sound of her wet lips making an audible smack as I massaged her butt cheeks.  My heart raced when feeling her deep prolonged exhales as my hands ventured up her inner thighs.  I delighted in seeing her brown eyes staring in a sensuous surrender as my tongue spread her wet juices across her clit and vulva.  Her taste was slightly sweet and her smell was an aphrodisiac—at times I would place the tip of my nose at her swelled clit inhaling deep through my nostrils because her scent carried a euphoric aroma.  And the echoing sound of her resounding orgasm is all consuming like a beautiful melody that moved my spirit.  To see her slightly dampened hairline from sexual perspiration coupled with her rolled eyes and opened moaning mouth, could be described as an awe-striking wonder of the world.  With all sincerity, this is truly the experience I felt and remember.

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