It’s those times when I haven’t had sex an awhile. Work and maintaining life, can cause deprivation of pleasure. But, I welcome this. I like it when my body gets a chance to tighten up. My senses go dominant. They become unfamiliar to orgasms ..Mmmmhmm but when I finally kiss a man after a long hiatus, my body begins to flow like it’s the first time.  And his lips on my body, makes me tremble harder. The feeling is mind blowing because it feels like the initial introduction a virgin feels. He awakens my erogenous zone. I’m super sensitive to his touch. Even when we taste each other, it’s like tasting the most flavor cuisine for the very first time. My mouth can’t get enough. And, my clit is soft and vulnerable. It’s like pleasure is a silent victimizer, creeping up on the unexpected

It’s when. he is fully firm and erect, he opens my legs, and takes the very first thrust. OOOh that very first thrust is what a man is made of. It’s his strongest. He shows me right then, why I need a man. It’s so powerful, that even he feels it deeply. My back tenses up just a little. And at this time, I feel the most feminine. That stroke causes me to moan and passionately scratch his back for mercy. This is when a man claims his position as regulator of the world. Yes baby regulate this pussy! It’s a small portion of my life that I want to be nothing but a woman made for a man’s invasion. Soon the climax follows……this is my favorite part of making love~Emmanuelle Monet