A Fair love

Someone once said to me “Music is what feelings sound like!” If I really think about it – I’ve must have had a song for every emotion I’ve ever felt my entire life.

And the word “love” immediately makes me think of one particular song, a song, that every time I hear it fully departs me into a sacred place inside me where complete happiness and utter misery goes hand in hand. That song is named “Unchained Melody” and when performed by the Righteous Brothers, makes me want to cry so deep that I don’t feel like breathing anymore. I’ve never felt like embracing pain so much as when I first heard the song - Just after my heart was broken for the first time.

The song is now playing softly as background music hidden away from the sexual tension that is arousing both us in an enchanting peculiar way. – Right now I don’t give a fuck about the stupid song; I’m so caught up with lust that I feel like breathing too much!

Were we supposed to have sex this time? – My dick is rock solid and I won’t take a cold shower this time. She is kneeling on my bed, hands down her thighs and nails hooked into, looking at me with eyes craving for sex, or perhaps just for me. She tries to look courageous so I won’t feel uncomfortable in any way. She is a virgin – she knows that I know that, and still she tries to hide it from me – like maybe I would forget.

I steer at her half naked body and thousands of pictures flashes in front of my eyes with pornographic images of erotic women who curl in sexuality. It turns me on even more. And it makes me feel bad in some way. Is it really her I’m going to fuck or is it the new redhead from vivid?

She leans her head a bit in an inviting gesture. She wants me to come closer – I won’t let her down... I am going to fuck her...

To be continued...