This One's a Keeper

Just spent an hour in bed with two of my favorite people in the world. (Sure, Elle, like you know enough people for it to mean much when you call them your favorites ...*)

We started off with just me and the boy lying there under the comforter. If I was the snuggly type, I'd say we were snuggling. But this had zero components of casualness or cuteness. It was glorious, man-and-woman, pre-sex holding one another. It had intent.

Sash was sitting really close -- like, shrug-my-shoulder-and-I'd-hit-her-foot close. With those brown eyes and that goading smile and all that hair. She had herself in audience mode, but I knew there would be some audience participation by the end of things.

We did a lot of kissing, the boy and I. A lot of looking eye to eye and seeing each other.

When he got in me ... stars.

And it was just as good for him. I could hear that in his voice, just the tone, the moan.

So much kissing to go along with that slow glide of paradise. But after a bit and some full-body trembles, I got an urge.

"I want to kiss Sasha."

She came over. Leaned down, put her lips to mine. The boy watched us, watched our lips and eyes on each other's without breaking rhythm. Three faces, close and swirling heated breaths together.

"Is it okay if she sits on my face?" I asked him. A laugh that said, Of course.

Shifting, maneuvering, positioning, until I had her where I wanted her -- two lovers on top of me making all the noises I love to make them make. The boy kissed her writhing bottom, her waist, slipping a tickled laugh in between her coos and gasps.

I'm not trying to write a porno here, and I don't need to spend the whole morning describing everything we did.

But at the end, with him settled sated upon me, Sash wiggled in on one side and, yes, there was snuggling.

Blissfully yours,

Elle



*Hi, my name is Elle, and I'm a sarcasmaholic. Of course it means something. I have four favorite people in the whole world, five if I want to get all self-affirmative and include dear Elle Worthy. Do I so much as talk to anybody else? No. Because they're all I need. I've had a look at what's out there -- some good, some bad, but nobody else compares, and I don't need a lot. Five is plenty.