Dragging her self up and down on my thigh, her clit burning a trail that I saw in my mind. Her moans in my ear saying all those things….she had the moment lined with me, her fingers finding me heavy with want, pulsing like a heart, she was dragging and pushing, and pushing and dragging. And when I thought it wouldn’t be enough that I would need more, that I would go right of my head, she did the thing….so fast her movement, and we where face to face. Her hand around my neck, her fingers deep inside, she was telling not to come yet, to hold on as long as I could. I was thinking “Guh?” I was thinking please don’t ever leave me, please don’t ever stop fucking me, please, please, please let me come; I was thinking that I needed to come. She was telling me some key secret some key piece of evidence, something to unlock her, she guided my hand to her swollen flesh, so soft, so wet, and we where like a burning wheel rolling down a hill, a kiss, her tongue, my tongue….then crash! Its all white and yellow lights. Bursting stars, and shuddering release. I was on my back again and she was leaning down to kiss me. We kissed till that very last beat died. We kissed till we feel asleep.

It had to have been 10 hours of sex. It was three in the afternoon and she was gone. A note.

Came….went….Carmen.

Lipstick kiss, scent of her perfume on the letter. My clothes from wardrobe clean and ironed hanging near the closet. I got up and felt ten or so different bruises on my body. I saw myself in the mirror she had on the door. I had the goofiest look on my face. I couldn’t hide it. I know I had till that point never really felt that…contented in my life…is contented a word? Either way I never came that hard in my life, I never came that many times in one night. I never truly felt….that connection.

Carmen was teaching me things. Things I never felt comfortable doing. Sex for me had become a telegraphed play, I’d say my lines, do my lean and the girls would come running to me. I would take my turn, do my thing, it wasn’t hard to get them to come, no challenge and the same dull wave hitting me. Then there was Cheri and it was good enough most times but not enough. I would always leave feeling a little dangerous.