The Pleasure Of Joining by danjames42b,danjames42b

After i pull free, we lie together in the bed. We bask in the afterglow, kissing again to recap the pleasure, each kiss still an echo, an aftershock of lesser magnitude, connection and penetration, intimacy and pleasure. With our lips we wordlessly communicate our appreciation, our plans to do it once again. With our hands we caress and hold, staking our claims of full ownership upon the body of this strangely-still-independent other person, this person who is both alien and deeply known, who is at once irrevocably a crucial part of us and irreversibly separate. With our eyes we share how simultaneously vulnerable and powerful we have become together, knowing each is now behind the others most guarded walls, defenseless from each other and committed to each other’s defense. With our soft breathing and yet-intertwined bodies we eventually drift off, satisfied, safe, and asleep, anticipating new pleasures will rise to greet us with the sun tomorrow.