Chewing on the fingernail on her index finger, she ponders for a moment. “Do you want the truth?”
“Always,” he says.
“It was painful and the reality is I don’t see what all the hype is about. He said we needed to do it again to get it right but I was done after the first time.” Laughing to myself, I bet he did want to do it again. All those tits, bare, in my face and I wouldn’t climb out for days. That’s probably what part of his problem is, he didn’t get to enjoy any of the many perks of Tensanne naked. Those tits are going to be my first stop on the road to the promised land between her legs.
“So, you don’t understand what is great about sex?”
“No, it’s messy, difficult and takes very little time. The romance novels I read make it sound so romantic and hot but it was painful, awkward and I would rather read it than do it.”
Laughing out loud, I make sure her eyes are on me. I want her to feel my words. “When it’s done right, Tennie Girl, you will see what all the hype is,” I joke but the laughter dies when thoughts of touching her fill my mind. “There is nothing quick about it. It’s bodies slapping, pulse-pounding glory right up until the explosion at the end. Touching, tasting, feeling someone’s body is the most exquisite action there is and that release at the end is as close to heaven as we ever get while were still alive. Someday, someone will show you the way it should be.” Thinking that someone had better be me and I wouldn’t let her out of my bed until every inch of her body had been pleased beyond her wildest dreams. Pleasured better than any words she has ever read. Hell, when I’m done she will be waxing poetic with her own words.
A stay at home mother of four who loves to read, blog, and write. Billie Dale is from a small blip of a town in no where Indiana. When she doesn’t have her nose buried in a book or glued to a keyboard she can be found cuddled up with her amazing husband of 14 years, loving on her sweet, sweet grandbaby or cheering for her kids sports.