Spieltrieb was a luscious flowing mixture of
colors
people
costumes
bodies
sexes
displays
arousal
smiles
skins
alcohol
penetration
dance
acrobatics
sensuality
bliss
I swam in a lovely flow. My steps were just felt, and an observer I knew watched, and watched, as each step was taken. Each approach, each hug, they just flowed from my body like waves from the river. And I love how trust helps smooth any edges and asperity from this flow. just yes. and "swooosh", we continued with a clear yes.
one moment I was dancing to music with a good bass, and I saw a girl with a tiny backpack move past by me to my right. quick attraction. "oh, she's nice", something inside thought. and then "click", an impulse came from inside. "follow her", it said, in the language of the impulse. pulled between doubt and desire, I followed my impulse and found myself dancing beside her. "stay", said the impulse. so boom boom boom, we danced side by side. soon, we danced facing each other. waving arms. touching hands. sliding fingers. found our shoulders. down we went on the highway of our bodies, and swoosh, swish, smoosh, push, grab, caress, sweat, breath, neck, bite, moan, lick, closer, our bodies became waves that danced with each other, two smooth blankets of life converging on a frequency together.
hand, chest, pause. deep breath from us both, we felt each other in a together-zone of connection. our lips touched. they sought each other like two fish mouths, open lips, seeking touch and an exchange of breath. the beat of the music was our personal guide for our touches and moves. we could play so many games with our bodies. tap of our fingers. hold of our faces. touch of our tongues, swirl of our tongues, like sensuous dancing fishes. our hands slide on the others' chest, rubbing her breasts with lust. our legs twining, she pushed her groin on my hard thigh as her head tilted back and I kissed and pulled at her neck skin with my teeth. waves and fire through both us, unrestrained. flooooooooooow of so much energy.
my sex resisted orgasm for some time, then released its ejaculate with pleasure. I held my penis head for a few seconds, thinking I might still clean it up before it wet my clothes. And just after I thought "no way I'm leaving to the bathroom now". I let it go, and wooosh, release of semen unto my underwear and clothes. it felt good to let go. I was seen by her, all around me. the orgasm, the holding, the release. now with a large wet spot on my groin, we continued dancing to the unrelenting music. I love how we both acknowledged my ejaculate, and how it prevented nothing. how it barely interrupted our dance.
A tall smiling man caught my eye. Our arms waved in synchrony, our eyes remained in touch. Our hands met each other, and played with curves in our space. Beat by beat, our skins came closer and explored. My hands rotated on his skin, followed the path of his body. His hands found my hair, and it slid down my face, neck. Life celebrated joy and movement through us. My hands found his back, and they slid like water down his terse back. He found the sides of my body above my hips, and we pressed our hands, dug our fingers into each other's skin, with an intention of "I love you and I want you to feel good", and the doing so felt like pleasure to my own body.
Our foreheads found one another. our noses. four eyes watched in a close space, devoted to that shared moment, no motive, no goal. I felt the assertion of "yes, we are here" vibrate through my face. And so we remained.
colors
people
costumes
bodies
sexes
displays
arousal
smiles
skins
alcohol
penetration
dance
acrobatics
sensuality
bliss
I swam in a lovely flow. My steps were just felt, and an observer I knew watched, and watched, as each step was taken. Each approach, each hug, they just flowed from my body like waves from the river. And I love how trust helps smooth any edges and asperity from this flow. just yes. and "swooosh", we continued with a clear yes.
one moment I was dancing to music with a good bass, and I saw a girl with a tiny backpack move past by me to my right. quick attraction. "oh, she's nice", something inside thought. and then "click", an impulse came from inside. "follow her", it said, in the language of the impulse. pulled between doubt and desire, I followed my impulse and found myself dancing beside her. "stay", said the impulse. so boom boom boom, we danced side by side. soon, we danced facing each other. waving arms. touching hands. sliding fingers. found our shoulders. down we went on the highway of our bodies, and swoosh, swish, smoosh, push, grab, caress, sweat, breath, neck, bite, moan, lick, closer, our bodies became waves that danced with each other, two smooth blankets of life converging on a frequency together.
hand, chest, pause. deep breath from us both, we felt each other in a together-zone of connection. our lips touched. they sought each other like two fish mouths, open lips, seeking touch and an exchange of breath. the beat of the music was our personal guide for our touches and moves. we could play so many games with our bodies. tap of our fingers. hold of our faces. touch of our tongues, swirl of our tongues, like sensuous dancing fishes. our hands slide on the others' chest, rubbing her breasts with lust. our legs twining, she pushed her groin on my hard thigh as her head tilted back and I kissed and pulled at her neck skin with my teeth. waves and fire through both us, unrestrained. flooooooooooow of so much energy.
my sex resisted orgasm for some time, then released its ejaculate with pleasure. I held my penis head for a few seconds, thinking I might still clean it up before it wet my clothes. And just after I thought "no way I'm leaving to the bathroom now". I let it go, and wooosh, release of semen unto my underwear and clothes. it felt good to let go. I was seen by her, all around me. the orgasm, the holding, the release. now with a large wet spot on my groin, we continued dancing to the unrelenting music. I love how we both acknowledged my ejaculate, and how it prevented nothing. how it barely interrupted our dance.
A tall smiling man caught my eye. Our arms waved in synchrony, our eyes remained in touch. Our hands met each other, and played with curves in our space. Beat by beat, our skins came closer and explored. My hands rotated on his skin, followed the path of his body. His hands found my hair, and it slid down my face, neck. Life celebrated joy and movement through us. My hands found his back, and they slid like water down his terse back. He found the sides of my body above my hips, and we pressed our hands, dug our fingers into each other's skin, with an intention of "I love you and I want you to feel good", and the doing so felt like pleasure to my own body.
Our foreheads found one another. our noses. four eyes watched in a close space, devoted to that shared moment, no motive, no goal. I felt the assertion of "yes, we are here" vibrate through my face. And so we remained.
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