I have large hands

You are beneath me
Naked
Molded, I am to you
Rocking
Grinding, I AM good at that
I open my mouth and run my teeth down your neck
My lungs fill, deep with the essence of your soul
I smell the intensity rising
It excites me more
My hunger turns animalistic
I torture myself by placing my nose in the secret spot I discovered behind your ear
I inhale, and as I do, my rhythm changes its cycle
You whimper a moan
My hands slide beneath your back to your ass
With both hands I grab
You know what I want
You lift your legs and our rhythm continues
Higher and higher your legs rise
Your desire elevates
I prop myself up on my arms and gaze into your eyes
Imagine what I look like
You place your legs on my chest
I grab your ankles and bind them together
I lean you to the left
With my left hand I grab
First your hip then your ass as I pump you
I move myself around
Probing, not content with one spot for very long
It becomes a tease
As I sense your frustration mounting, I give you what you desire
Long and deep
I move my hips without withdrawing
All the while your sock covered feet desperately trying to part and feel the weight of my 
body against yours
My right hand remains unyielding to the pressure
You relax, comfortable within the security of my large hands


10/6/00
3:34 p.m.
R. David Paine III