Saturday, January 20, 2007

feeling my molly bloom

I only have a few minutes to get this in. sorry no time for spellcheck or good proofreading / editing or anything.
Tonight Monsieur when out to some musician’s get together; I stayed home as it was just for musicians, serious songwriter’s workshop thing. When he got back he showered and got in bed, and I spooned right up against him. He draped his arms around me in a certain way and I knew he wanted me. I moved against him trying not to be too eager but it’s been a week, as usual, since the last time, and I hadn’t had time to pleasure myself in days. I was rarin’ to go; I was a total wildcat, I had to bite my hand to keep quiet. I cooed and wiggled and played with myself and totally abandoned all to the feeling. I was getting close when he let out this sort of sigh/hiss sound and then gasped.
He started to apologize and I said, “shhh… For what?” and then I realized he came! It has been weeks, I don’t know how long since he’d done that, at least with me. He apologized and I told him he didn’t have a thing to apologize about.
With him softening inside me, his eyes burning into mine I kissed him and then he kissed me back, and I clenched on it and he sort of got up supporting himself on his arms so that we were only connecting in that one spot and he just held it there and I needed the movement but he held still so I started to masturbate and I really got into it! it was fun – carefree – and I got to giggling and being silly, not worrying about his orgasms, my adequacy or inadequacy, anything – and finally I stopped giggling and I dunno how, I just had a nice juicy one while he held me, and told me he wanted me to stay with him, for ever and forever, while I clenched my eyes to hold the tears and clenched my pussy, and finally let the tears (and him) slide out of me, and my heart was yearning like mad and “yes...” I said, “yes I will... yes.”
note: edited for spelling, and a link to tell you non-liberal arts majors what the hell the title of this post means.

6 comments:

Maryse said...

smiles ... yep - just like I thought : real life is not romance : the best things don't always come in what we think is the best way or the perfect way. They just come like that, easily, on the spur of the moment, even when everything is not perfect - and it only makes it more significant. I am very happy for you ... and for him :)

Ki Two said...

Glad y'all had a good time. :)

introspectre said...

*SIGH*

forever and ever....

Passionate Man said...

Congrats!!

So..was that a formal proposal?

the Yearning Heart said...

thanks everyone, and PM I don't know that it was, so I won't treat it like one. I'd need to see a ring or something before I call my mom.

Anonymous said...

molly, molly, molly, magical... loved it. seamus