Meet Halima

Hey sweetness. Of you I am in thought of tonight. Heck I have thought of you pretty much every night and not just the passing days that seem to be flying by. You are the breeze that brushes my skin on a windy day. Your sex appeal like the warmth of a fire heating up like a sauna but cold like “hot ice”.

You are the o in oxygen, in which I breathe to speak when your voice comes trickling into my ear with such a soft whisper of expressive moans you ask in confidence, ‘Do you want me?’ Oh but you know I do. Every inch of your magic has me paralyzed, yet I feel you all over me. I manage to get out words saying, ‘Ohhhhh yeeehhhhsss.’

I rub my hands down your thick chocolate body, so soft to the touch while I slide my hands down the naked valley of your back to rise upon the softness of your hills; your cheeks I must squeeze moving you into position upon my clitoris: you ride gripping my leg, we wave fluidly as the contact between yours and mines has connected like tongues in a french kiss, our vulval lips engaged in osculation. My juices flow and yours onto me – raspberry (squish squish) lemonade – into a pool onto the satin sheets.

Damn, your music and dance has moved me into stage one of climax but my body’s not, yet, ready to relax. But I take note how you are getting there. Your body limps over breaking your upright position. I know this is my cue. So I rise to your breasts, left then right, I suck along with your nipples in my mouth in which you feel at your clitoris as if I were slurping from your canal. Harder we rock to the bass of our drum, our pussies throbbing, hearts pounding, the volume escalates swarming about like surround sound, the faucets going full blast…shit! Bodies jerking. Goddamn! Keep it coming. Mmm…ffffffffuck!

Aahhh…our rhythm becomes lyrics and every sound an instrument in our musical. Come here let me lick and drink of what you have prepared for me. Grip my head into you, with my tongue as far in you reaching a new high in sounds not possible for character consumption. My fingers feeling around your wetness going in and out as you guide me to your lips of your mouth to share in your wonder. Mmmmm, so sexy and tasty.

But should I continue how the night went? After all it didn’t stop there. The rest should remain in my memory playing over and over again while my body forever goes through the motions of the night. And now I rest with the scent of you still upon me being completely high off of the sweetness of your aroma. You are my world; the world that I explore both inner and outer core of you to be intimate in ways we have surpassed and now have become comfortably and sexually attracted to each other. What an endearing combination: raspberry lemonade — hasn’t a thing to do with sex but I don’t have to explain that to you because you already knew that.

My thoughts of you (of us) tonight.

Your FRIEND.