Making Love Wait

December 2007 started beautifully. After snoozing, ahem, playing the morning away with my Rockstar, I napped, saw Janelle Monae and even danced at Beleza w/ LB.

The morning started early, bridging the night with a sexual expression unlike any I'd had before. Rockstar made breakfast for me. Beef sausage and waffles, the morning after Mo Betta Blues and taking my tie off. The movie was a "chick flick," with just enough eroticism and humor to satisfy both a hungry libido and a sweltering friendship. We tumbled about on her couch only wide enough for two stick figures, pawing over each other coolly, ultimately taking it to the floor. Through flirtatious jokes and keeping our agreement to not touch lips or parts, we played as lovers do before and after the fact, but not actually going there. It was beautiful. She called me beautiful. I remember her almost falling off the couch. Luckily I caught her by the waist and pulled her on top of me. So, there for the first time in 6 months she was comfortably on top of me. Her breasts were thick and the pressure felt great against my chest. I grabbed her by the waist. She told me to pull her closer, squeeze harder...I did and she began to press her hips into mine, "involuntarily." Naturally, my hands found the curves of her back and butt. The deeper she grinded the more I wanted her and delighted in the sensation of this woman's arousal. My hands were excited but moved smoothly, finding her hair. I gave it the perfect little pull and she let out a moan sending shock waves throughout our plutonic planet. I rose to attention...She looked at me, hungrily. I smiled back at her... we continued to touch. Soon we were on the larger couch in her living room, still playing, only this time with more leg room and plenty of dirty talk of wanting each other and tasteful complents...

We ended up sliding off the couch together. Man, that floor was cold, but the blankets and bodies were warm. We slept close without cuddling.

The morning after's games were stellar. Rockstar had a conference call... we exchanged semi-dirty notes while she spoke of websites and other particulars... I found this to be the perfect time to unbutton her shirt, a navy blue YSL man's shirt with iridescent stripes. Before throwing her D's in the wind, she caught me, smiling broadly with one-ear to the phone... though I'm sure she knew what I was doing the entire time she seemed surprised; how cool!
I stopped, patting her tummy while she finished the conversation. We doodled on each other's bodies...I drew paisley on her arm, she wrote
"mine" on my abdominal muscles, soon after lighting a candle and handing it to me.

While I held the candle, she scribed a note.
She asked me on paper if I'd ever poured hot wax on anyone...and expressed desire for me to pour wax on her. I hadent, but was kinda excited about her tolerance for pain and its associations with pleasure. Hm. Her boat was floating... The call ended and for her the wax thrill was gone, but just for a moment. Ol girl wanted to speak with a straight face while hot wax dripped onto her cool flesh. Imagine that!

Somehow I ended up face down on carpet (which didn't smell like cat at ALL) with my head covered with pillows and a throw blanket. My shirt was lifted and my body tingled, anticipating the heat. She started with her fingernails, igniting my spine. Then came the drop of fire. As soon as it hit my skin it started to cool.. but for those brief 2seconds I fought the urge to arch or turn from the sensation. As the liquid pooled in the small of my back, Rockstar spread the thickening substance into ribbons as it solidified. Then, this mama slowly pulled the stripes of now solid wax sending a sexy shiver all over my body. whoa. I like having hot wax poured on me... that was kinda neat! --I don't see myself making this a demand in my future intimate moments, but for my readers and my companion..it is a pleasurable experience I do not regret trying.

I turned over and was greeted by my Rockstar's smile. A few minutes passed. Soon she was checking out my stomach muscles and there she was, kissing, nibbling, sucking, and handling my chest. I'm actually pretty solid for 5'5'' and 115lbs. Whoa. My chest gets like no attention and I absolutely DUG all this tongue driven applause. She complemented my body. I was happy!

Soon, we were all over each other, hands and building up passion that seemed to start decades before our birth. The dry thing went down and to both of our surprise, I handled myself like a champion expressing knowledge of positions and the power of my strength. It turned her on severely... both hands above her head, me restraining them at the wrists... I was on my love making grind, not on vacation yet, but putting in WORK! :c)

You see, Rockstar is an alien. We are kindred spirits who found each other in this lifetime. Separated by age and circumstance we made an agreement not to kiss or go all the way.
I am not ready to walk towards the isle as her life partner and, there is this nagging 5 footer who I admit, has me by the balls and soul...Rockstar calls her my, "Beloved."

Intense feelings for Rockstar yes. Sewing seeds, maybe sure. Developing a unique friendship, mos def. Feaning to finish what we started, not so much. I left 110% satisfied... like I'd had the best night of lovemaking of my life..question is : was it with my Rockstar or my beloved? Only time will tell what Love has in store for me...for now, this little moment of time, this morning is called happiness. And I am in pursuit. :c)