Intense Sexual Entwinement

That old familiar restlessness in the loins, like a monster stirring in the deep, a force which won’t be ignored. Best to take action soon, settle it back in its lair before it gets violent, starts ripping things apart.

A phone call and arrangements quickly made. Fifteen minutes to go and here I am sitting at a Marylebone cafe with an empty cup of cappuccino, spooning out the last froth for a final taste.

On time, ringing the buzzer. No answer. A minute’s wait, ringing again. Still no answer. Reaching for my cellphone, about to dial, looking up, seeing Jenny approach, smiling, sorry I’m late. Unlocking the door, beckoning me in.

In her apartment, dumping her stuff. Smiling. You sit there, I’ll be one minute. Disappearing to the bathroom. The room now empty but for me and suitcases and knickknacks and damp clothes hanging on dryers and a television. Pleasingly unself-conscious, free of designer chic, it won’t last long, soon these old apartments will be upgraded into blandness.

Jenny returning, taking my hand, leading me to a bedroom. Pulling my face to hers, kissing me. That distinctive combination of cleanness plus tang of past cigarette smoke. Breaking away, taking off her clothes, helping me taking off mine.

Jenny’s genius, the seamless segue from smiling friendliness to intense sexual entwinement, acknowledging no disjunction between the two, nor need for pause. Her naked skin cleaving to mine, giving of its healing powers. Her lips round my cock, her tongue toying with its tip. The fractious lonely monster within, finding its soulmate, relief from its shrieking.

Sharing of flesh and tastes and touching, nipple and tongue and gristle of clitoris, stretched crinkly skin of sphincter. Time dissolving. Jenny with a giving so complete as to be free of awareness that she’s giving anything at all, oblivious of its preciousness.

Finally, replete. Jenny sensing the moment, searching for climax. Looking at me, pointing to a condom, questioning with her eyes. Me shaking my head. She pointing at her lips, eyes still questioning. A nod from me. She taking me in her mouth, working me with her hand. Me resting on my back, fingertip stroking her pussy, the crack between her crouching buttocks, her drum-tight sphincter. Savoring the paradise.

Final excitement gathering, mounting, entering that sweet quiet zone where it can’t be reversed. The explosion, great pulsing spurts. Jenny’s body tensing in acceptance. Her tongue slowly encircling my tip, cleaning it. Swallowing, licking a spilled drop off my leg. Coming to my side, lying there, head on my shoulder, quiet in the wondrous aftermath.