I understand my approach is different than most. I realize my thoughts about such things are atypical. I struggle trying to understand other men.

I only see magic, beauty, light – and a brilliant shine. Being intimate with someone, being vulnerable, being receptive, is a basic form of energy.

Fertilization albeit without reproduction. Two souls, separate and distinct, penetrating one another, sharing themselves with one another.

If done correctly, one starts to have unique experiences that transcend physical sex. A tantric experience in which two souls truly see each other.

It’s a beautiful experience. One that’s been passed down by unique lovers for generations. A couple showed me, and I share it with others.

It can’t be shared with everyone. Some people are too burdened by modernization. They’ve intentionally buried their innate animal ways.

Every now and then, I come across someone that effortlessly leans into the same direction. I can see she’s able to experience that brilliant shine.

It’s the person. So, I’ve seen it with strangers in quick one-night stands, yet I’ve failed to ever see it in lovers in spite of years and years of trying.

I’ve wondered whether there’s something much more mystical at play; whether such primal instincts only present with empaths and witches.

Even those that didn’t understand what was happening had the shine. They knew they tapped into something different than anything else.

—ooOoo—

“I’ve always wanted to try ass play. I wanna try anal sex,” she tells me quite frankly. “I even have a little secret. I have a butterfly butt plug.”

Pink translucent glass and silky smooth to the touch, her butt plug is coned shaped, with a blunt narrow tip that gradually widens at the base.

I put it in my mouth to warm it up, as she anxiously lays naked on her side, her legs giving me access to her ass with a runners-like stride.

Hands shaking, I open the lube, which I squeeze quite a bit out onto her ass, the butt plug, and my hand. She squirms with the touch of cold lube.

Her squirming turns me on, makes me wanna get inside her ass, so I get ready by taking turns between stroking myself and fingering her ass.

She gets increasingly wet, so I use her wetness along with the lube to start penetrating her ass with two fingers, which opens her up for me.

Cupping my balls in my palm, I use my fingers and hand to grab the base of my cock, and I start pushing and grinding the tip up against her ass.

She’s reluctant. She’s hesitant, and I can see a little blood from just penetrating her ass with the tip, so I decide to go back to her butt plug.

I take more lube, and I rub it all over. I begin to massage and penetrate her ass with that blunt narrow tip of her silky smooth glass butt plug.

Her hips begin to move with me. She’s relaxing to allow penetration of her ass, and I see and feel her getting more wet as the pressure builds.

Fuck. I love that moment. One deep breath, one relaxing exhale, then a complete letting go of inhibition while the blunt tip fully penetrates.

All that’s left is a stunning pink butterfly design protruding between two beautifully spread butt cheeks, her wet pussy almost gaping for me now.

What an amazing feeling, pushing the tip of my cock inside her pussy, while the wide base of her glass butt plug grinds on my penetrating cock.

Slow burn begins a pounding, and I can’t help but almost violently thrust my cock inside her, wanting to feel the butt plug grind all along my shaft.

We repeatedly do this to the point of climax and exhaustion. At which time we pause, we take a break, and I let my cock slide outside of her.

That was an amazing experience, an incredibly different feeling and sensation, and while enjoying the afterglow, I gently pull out the plug.

Her body responds to my pulling out the butt plug, and she begins to squirm and purr with contentment, which gets me hard for her again.

Her ass, now commissioned and still open for me, I decide to take it. I get back into position, I grab my cock which is now hard again, and I go for it.

I push and grind up against her ass, but this time, she lets me inside her. The tip, then a little at first, then a little more, and I begin to thrust in her.

She’s vocal. She’s anxious. She’s almost frozen trying to process and comprehend the feeling of finally being thoroughly fucked in the ass.

—ooOoo—

I don’t care what we do. You will never hear me say no to anything. We can enjoy and treat each other like dirty little whores – dirty little secrets.

My only request: Whatever we do ends with a kiss. We fuck each other with kindness. We make love like we’re the last two people on Earth.

I like the ancient concept that tears are the silent language of emotion; that tears are a tell; that tears communicate emotions without words.

Tears make me jealous. I have no choice but to use words to express my emotion. It really sucks being unable to be vulnerable enough to cry.

I wish otherwise. I wish to show you my emotion with tears; to respond to your tears in kind; to physically demonstrate my emotions with tears.

If done correctly though, I’d like to think that my actions show you my emotion; that my words paint a clear picture for you; that you feel me.

“Would you change anything? Would you do it all over again? Or would you give away falling in love to avoid the inevitable pain of heartbreak?”

I wouldn’t change a thing. I challenge you to discover something more wonderful, more beautiful, more amazing than the act of falling in love.

Lord Tennyson was absolutely right: “Tis better to have loved and lost,” as Love is what it is to be human, and nothing is lost in terms of Love.

Oh my! What an interesting turn of events; from our finally finding familiarity in Room 207, to unravelling our emotions in Room 6007.

To be continued…