Physical Love
by Daniel Beadle - Monday, October 19, 2009
He remembers it. Remembers the sensation. The feeling of comfort, of exhaustion. Of unity. It’s gone now. Existing only as a memory.
Graham looks into her loving eyes. No, he stares. Those eyes… speak a story of complete adoration. The feeling is mutual.
Graham brushes her hair out of her face as he moves his lips closer to hers. Their eyes close in unison and their lips press together. His breath is held, and slowly exhaled through his nose, softly enough that it is a mere tickle on her upper lip. Her lips are so soft. But she doesn’t part her lips, and the only assumption that Graham could draw is that she doesn’t reveal herself to many people; she has a very clearly defined sense of security. She doesn’t let many people in. But as they kiss, and Graham moves his lips so carefully and slowly across hers, they part ever so slightly. In a quick and almost subliminal motion, he flicks his tongue across the opening. He can feel her smirk, and it instantly makes him feel a little more confident. Kissing as passionately as they are, there is only one logical progression from this point, and that progression is instantly signaled as her delicate hands grasp the back of his T-shirt. She begins pulling the shirt upward, and so he lifts his arms upward to complete the removal. The kissing pauses as the shirt comes between them, but it resumes instantly after the garment is removed. He slowly caresses her waist, hooking his thumbs under her shirt, and pulling it up over her head. The kissing commences yet again, and his tongue quickly wets his lips before the return of hers.
Their hands gently massage each other’s skin, as if feeling for the first time. Her tiny fingers fumble for his belt, as Graham uses his left hand to find the bulkiest part of her bra strap. He grasps the fabric at the seam, and lifts it away from her back just enough so that by pinching it, he wouldn’t pinch her. He squeezes the fabric, and feels the hooks pop and give up their slack. Her hands give up their attempt at undoing his belt, and methodically remove the bra. As she does this, Graham uses his right hand to unclasp his belt in one quick motion, in addition to promptly unbuttoning the fly and pulling the zipper down three quarters of the way. Now understanding the complexity of removing another person’s belt, she instantly takes control of her own at the mere hinting that his figures are motioning for it. Graham pulls her jeans down just below her ass, anticipating correctly that she would pull them off completely. The act of removing pants during foreplay usually results in awkward kissing. Their lips remain pressed together, and they chuckle at any clumsy attempts at removing clothing.
The couple pauses for a moment, kissing each other, Graham in his jeans, Jennifer in her panties, with their hands slowly exploring each other’s bodies. In an attempt to appreciate her underwear, Graham slides his fingers across, and occasionally under, the lacy fabric. An obvious show of masculinity is the act of grasping her buttocks, but releasing them gently enough to exude a sense of reverence. He then teases her with his left hand, slowly tracing her stomach, moving further down her abdomen toward her crotch. He can sense a feeling of anticipation in her, as she inhales suddenly. She instantly grasps his belt, forcing his pants down. And Graham, being self-conscious and mildly ashamed at his preference for briefs, removes them along with his jeans in one quick tug, snatching a condom from his right hand pocket before the pants fall. He shakes the pants from his ankles as she pulls him toward herself, and toward the bed. Almost as impossible as it seems, the thought occurs to Graham that she is aroused. He doesn’t pretend to understand a feminine mind, but the thought of a horny woman seems more like a male fantasy than a reality.
Jennifer lies down on the bed, kissing with more aggression, and Graham meeting her at every turn. He props himself above her, feeling his triceps scream from exertion. He slides his left hand down to her underwear and pulls it away from her body. She quickly finishes the motion, bringing her knees up, and slipping the panties over her clean-shaven legs and off her feet. He can feel his erection dangling over her, keeping himself balanced in an almost impossible position, propped on his right forearm and right knee. He carefully caresses her body with his left hand, not being fully able to enjoy the sensation of her exposed breast with his eyes shut and his muscles begging for relief.
Graham moves his hand down across her stomach once again, and Jennifer, recognizing the movement, inhales deeply as the hand moves lower. He gently caresses her inner thigh, flicking his middle finger at her crotch, attempting to negotiate the best angle of penetration. His middle finger slides across her labia, moving up to the clit, gently pressing it and massaging it before sliding down toward her anus. As he slides his finger back up the lips, he presses firmly, and feels an opening. His finger is swallowed into the crevice, and he can instantly feel the warm juices that had obviously been building up for the past few minutes. The inside of her vagina feels exactly like the inside of someone’s cheek. It’s soft and squishy, like you’d imagine an internal organ would feel. With his palm facing up, he quickly and deliberately flicks his middle finger up and down. Almost instantly, the kissing stops, as she lets slip a soft moan, not something bombastic or flamboyant like a pornographic actress, but more subtle, like the first few jerks of a satisfying masturbation. With no mouth to kiss, Graham moves his kisses down her neck, occasionally nibbling and licking at her ears, especially the lobes. In order to relieve the burning sensation that’s running up his left forearm from the finger flicking, he removes his hand slightly, pressing his ring finger into her along with the middle finger, and using them together, giving her a greater sense of satisfaction.
The entire procedure effectively estimates her sense of pleasure and satisfaction, and reaction to it. Graham keeps his kisses focused around her neck, but occasionally indulges himself by kissing her nipples, nibbling them slightly and moving back upward. He presses his fingers into her deeply, more deeply than either of them thought possible. But with his fingertips buried inside of her, Graham keeps trying to go deeper, until finally, he finds a small rough patch at the top rear of her vaginal canal. He attempts to give this area the majority of his attention, and her increasingly emotive noises assure him that he’s correct in this intent. When her moans soften, he slowly withdraws his fingers. He withdraws them so slowly, that it almost feels like the vagina is saying farewell as its lips follow his fingers out before separating. Graham then shifts his weight to rest equally on both arms, kissing her mouth softly as he rips open the condom just above her head. He plucks the condom from its wrapper with his right hand, moving it around in his fingers to determine its proper orientation. Then, grasping it between his index and middle finger, brings it down over the head of his penis, and upon securing it, rolling the sides down rapidly to the base.
In order to bridge the continuity gap between his fingers and his penis, Graham once again presses his middle and ring fingers into her, and very, very quickly flicks them up and down to give her one last taste of the rapid finger movement. Then, and this is important, he slowly removes his fingers, not in one movement, but almost like a receding ocean, moving in slightly, and then backing out more. By the time his fingers are extracted, her vaginal interior is molded to a smaller shape, fully swollen and dripping wet. Graham then presses the head of his penis against the lips, struggling to find the proper angle. Jennifer reaches down and guides him in, lifting her legs up, and spreading them further apart. The first thrust is the most important. He presses himself into her very slowly, feeling her vagina expand and react, fully excepting the new girth and added length of this new object. He presses himself in until he can’t go in any further. And then he presses more. Her exhale tells him all that he needs to know, as he angles his hips upward suddenly, giving that final yard of effort, and guaranteeing her satisfaction. He slowly slides out and presses in with the same care and depth. On the third thrust, he swivels his hips around, as if to fully explore her inner depths. The pace quickens, enough so that Graham could derive pleasure from the experience. And with every thrust, moving faster and faster, plunging deeper and deeper, his mind begins to wander. This is detrimental, because while the female’s pleasure is central to foreplay, the male’s pleasure is central to concluding sex altogether.
Graham’s mind drifts off, thinking of big-breasted porn stars, and Jenna Jameson movies that had previously kept him comfort on lonely nights. Unfortunately, his focus is off, and instead of enjoying the female he’s currently violating, he’s too busy focusing on fiction. And the instant he realizes this, Graham blanks his mind, and lets the impending climax build within him. At this point, he has a fleeting moment of reflection, wondering if females can even have orgasms. In the smallest span of time, he recalls all those sitcoms and shows that mock men for their poor sexual performance, marked by their inability to bring a female to climax. And in the moment that he considers this, and considers if the woman beneath him would reach hers, Graham dismisses it. “It doesn’t matter,” he thinks. “All that matters now is mine.” And in the last few thrusts, he feels the cum build inside of him, fully recognizing that its arrival is inevitable. In this realization is an extreme feeling of relief, that he has fulfilled his end of the performance, and that finally this disgusting act that had slimed his hands, and perhaps even infected his groin with unknown diseases, is nearing its end. His arm muscles are numb with pain, just as the last few thrusts press into her deeply. The cum erupts in that old familiar way, and Graham lets out a satisfied grunt, exaggerated for her sake, as if to say “I’m done, so this would be a good time to have your orgasm, if you can.” He slows the thrusts to a halt as a slight shiver runs through his entire body. He’s pouring sweat, and it drips onto Jennifer below him. He even feels the slightest hint of a stomach cramp as he finishes.
Graham looks down into Jennifer’s eyes, and he’s not sure what he sees in them. Amusement? Not easy to figure out. He slowly pulls himself out of her, the condom sufficiently drenched in ooze. He carefully plucks it from his rapidly deteriorating erection, and pinches the open end in his right hand as he rolls onto his side next to her. She closes her legs, and rolls onto her side as well. Graham is still catching his breath as he mutters some question about her satisfaction. Her response is something to the effect of, “you’re very good at this.” And while his humility doesn’t allow him to accept that he has somehow acquired the ability to be great at sex, Graham lets her compliment wash over him with a sense of mild surprise and subtle amusement. Yet, all he can think about is how glad he is that it’s over, and how tired and disgusting he feels.
Graham looks into her loving eyes. No, he stares. Those eyes… speak a story of complete adoration. The feeling is mutual.
Graham brushes her hair out of her face as he moves his lips closer to hers. Their eyes close in unison and their lips press together. His breath is held, and slowly exhaled through his nose, softly enough that it is a mere tickle on her upper lip. Her lips are so soft. But she doesn’t part her lips, and the only assumption that Graham could draw is that she doesn’t reveal herself to many people; she has a very clearly defined sense of security. She doesn’t let many people in. But as they kiss, and Graham moves his lips so carefully and slowly across hers, they part ever so slightly. In a quick and almost subliminal motion, he flicks his tongue across the opening. He can feel her smirk, and it instantly makes him feel a little more confident. Kissing as passionately as they are, there is only one logical progression from this point, and that progression is instantly signaled as her delicate hands grasp the back of his T-shirt. She begins pulling the shirt upward, and so he lifts his arms upward to complete the removal. The kissing pauses as the shirt comes between them, but it resumes instantly after the garment is removed. He slowly caresses her waist, hooking his thumbs under her shirt, and pulling it up over her head. The kissing commences yet again, and his tongue quickly wets his lips before the return of hers.
Their hands gently massage each other’s skin, as if feeling for the first time. Her tiny fingers fumble for his belt, as Graham uses his left hand to find the bulkiest part of her bra strap. He grasps the fabric at the seam, and lifts it away from her back just enough so that by pinching it, he wouldn’t pinch her. He squeezes the fabric, and feels the hooks pop and give up their slack. Her hands give up their attempt at undoing his belt, and methodically remove the bra. As she does this, Graham uses his right hand to unclasp his belt in one quick motion, in addition to promptly unbuttoning the fly and pulling the zipper down three quarters of the way. Now understanding the complexity of removing another person’s belt, she instantly takes control of her own at the mere hinting that his figures are motioning for it. Graham pulls her jeans down just below her ass, anticipating correctly that she would pull them off completely. The act of removing pants during foreplay usually results in awkward kissing. Their lips remain pressed together, and they chuckle at any clumsy attempts at removing clothing.
The couple pauses for a moment, kissing each other, Graham in his jeans, Jennifer in her panties, with their hands slowly exploring each other’s bodies. In an attempt to appreciate her underwear, Graham slides his fingers across, and occasionally under, the lacy fabric. An obvious show of masculinity is the act of grasping her buttocks, but releasing them gently enough to exude a sense of reverence. He then teases her with his left hand, slowly tracing her stomach, moving further down her abdomen toward her crotch. He can sense a feeling of anticipation in her, as she inhales suddenly. She instantly grasps his belt, forcing his pants down. And Graham, being self-conscious and mildly ashamed at his preference for briefs, removes them along with his jeans in one quick tug, snatching a condom from his right hand pocket before the pants fall. He shakes the pants from his ankles as she pulls him toward herself, and toward the bed. Almost as impossible as it seems, the thought occurs to Graham that she is aroused. He doesn’t pretend to understand a feminine mind, but the thought of a horny woman seems more like a male fantasy than a reality.
Jennifer lies down on the bed, kissing with more aggression, and Graham meeting her at every turn. He props himself above her, feeling his triceps scream from exertion. He slides his left hand down to her underwear and pulls it away from her body. She quickly finishes the motion, bringing her knees up, and slipping the panties over her clean-shaven legs and off her feet. He can feel his erection dangling over her, keeping himself balanced in an almost impossible position, propped on his right forearm and right knee. He carefully caresses her body with his left hand, not being fully able to enjoy the sensation of her exposed breast with his eyes shut and his muscles begging for relief.
Graham moves his hand down across her stomach once again, and Jennifer, recognizing the movement, inhales deeply as the hand moves lower. He gently caresses her inner thigh, flicking his middle finger at her crotch, attempting to negotiate the best angle of penetration. His middle finger slides across her labia, moving up to the clit, gently pressing it and massaging it before sliding down toward her anus. As he slides his finger back up the lips, he presses firmly, and feels an opening. His finger is swallowed into the crevice, and he can instantly feel the warm juices that had obviously been building up for the past few minutes. The inside of her vagina feels exactly like the inside of someone’s cheek. It’s soft and squishy, like you’d imagine an internal organ would feel. With his palm facing up, he quickly and deliberately flicks his middle finger up and down. Almost instantly, the kissing stops, as she lets slip a soft moan, not something bombastic or flamboyant like a pornographic actress, but more subtle, like the first few jerks of a satisfying masturbation. With no mouth to kiss, Graham moves his kisses down her neck, occasionally nibbling and licking at her ears, especially the lobes. In order to relieve the burning sensation that’s running up his left forearm from the finger flicking, he removes his hand slightly, pressing his ring finger into her along with the middle finger, and using them together, giving her a greater sense of satisfaction.
The entire procedure effectively estimates her sense of pleasure and satisfaction, and reaction to it. Graham keeps his kisses focused around her neck, but occasionally indulges himself by kissing her nipples, nibbling them slightly and moving back upward. He presses his fingers into her deeply, more deeply than either of them thought possible. But with his fingertips buried inside of her, Graham keeps trying to go deeper, until finally, he finds a small rough patch at the top rear of her vaginal canal. He attempts to give this area the majority of his attention, and her increasingly emotive noises assure him that he’s correct in this intent. When her moans soften, he slowly withdraws his fingers. He withdraws them so slowly, that it almost feels like the vagina is saying farewell as its lips follow his fingers out before separating. Graham then shifts his weight to rest equally on both arms, kissing her mouth softly as he rips open the condom just above her head. He plucks the condom from its wrapper with his right hand, moving it around in his fingers to determine its proper orientation. Then, grasping it between his index and middle finger, brings it down over the head of his penis, and upon securing it, rolling the sides down rapidly to the base.
In order to bridge the continuity gap between his fingers and his penis, Graham once again presses his middle and ring fingers into her, and very, very quickly flicks them up and down to give her one last taste of the rapid finger movement. Then, and this is important, he slowly removes his fingers, not in one movement, but almost like a receding ocean, moving in slightly, and then backing out more. By the time his fingers are extracted, her vaginal interior is molded to a smaller shape, fully swollen and dripping wet. Graham then presses the head of his penis against the lips, struggling to find the proper angle. Jennifer reaches down and guides him in, lifting her legs up, and spreading them further apart. The first thrust is the most important. He presses himself into her very slowly, feeling her vagina expand and react, fully excepting the new girth and added length of this new object. He presses himself in until he can’t go in any further. And then he presses more. Her exhale tells him all that he needs to know, as he angles his hips upward suddenly, giving that final yard of effort, and guaranteeing her satisfaction. He slowly slides out and presses in with the same care and depth. On the third thrust, he swivels his hips around, as if to fully explore her inner depths. The pace quickens, enough so that Graham could derive pleasure from the experience. And with every thrust, moving faster and faster, plunging deeper and deeper, his mind begins to wander. This is detrimental, because while the female’s pleasure is central to foreplay, the male’s pleasure is central to concluding sex altogether.
Graham’s mind drifts off, thinking of big-breasted porn stars, and Jenna Jameson movies that had previously kept him comfort on lonely nights. Unfortunately, his focus is off, and instead of enjoying the female he’s currently violating, he’s too busy focusing on fiction. And the instant he realizes this, Graham blanks his mind, and lets the impending climax build within him. At this point, he has a fleeting moment of reflection, wondering if females can even have orgasms. In the smallest span of time, he recalls all those sitcoms and shows that mock men for their poor sexual performance, marked by their inability to bring a female to climax. And in the moment that he considers this, and considers if the woman beneath him would reach hers, Graham dismisses it. “It doesn’t matter,” he thinks. “All that matters now is mine.” And in the last few thrusts, he feels the cum build inside of him, fully recognizing that its arrival is inevitable. In this realization is an extreme feeling of relief, that he has fulfilled his end of the performance, and that finally this disgusting act that had slimed his hands, and perhaps even infected his groin with unknown diseases, is nearing its end. His arm muscles are numb with pain, just as the last few thrusts press into her deeply. The cum erupts in that old familiar way, and Graham lets out a satisfied grunt, exaggerated for her sake, as if to say “I’m done, so this would be a good time to have your orgasm, if you can.” He slows the thrusts to a halt as a slight shiver runs through his entire body. He’s pouring sweat, and it drips onto Jennifer below him. He even feels the slightest hint of a stomach cramp as he finishes.
Graham looks down into Jennifer’s eyes, and he’s not sure what he sees in them. Amusement? Not easy to figure out. He slowly pulls himself out of her, the condom sufficiently drenched in ooze. He carefully plucks it from his rapidly deteriorating erection, and pinches the open end in his right hand as he rolls onto his side next to her. She closes her legs, and rolls onto her side as well. Graham is still catching his breath as he mutters some question about her satisfaction. Her response is something to the effect of, “you’re very good at this.” And while his humility doesn’t allow him to accept that he has somehow acquired the ability to be great at sex, Graham lets her compliment wash over him with a sense of mild surprise and subtle amusement. Yet, all he can think about is how glad he is that it’s over, and how tired and disgusting he feels.
“…Need to contaminate to alleviate this loneliness...”—Trent Reznor
