Most men fall in love, fall out of love, have sex, have girlfriends or who knows what else in their lives. I am like most men. I have been married and loved in my life. Little did I know that in my 40's I would meet the most engaging, intelligent woman whom I would later get to call my best friend. She is amazing and it thrills me each day to learn more about her. I could go on and on about her mind, her laughter and everything that makes her fun to be around but those things are not what you are here to read about, nor am I here to write those. I'm here to write about the one characteristic that blows my mind each time I see her to get to touch her. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.
I love to tell her how beautiful she hoping someday to convince her that I'm right. No one has ever treated her as this gorgeous creature she is and I do not understand that. Guys if there's one thing I hope you take away from this story, it should be how to worship a woman's body, not by having sex but by immersing yourself in her physical form. I hope you enjoy this, women and men alike and I hope I can finish this series. So without further ado here is my first installment of "Body Parts"
Every morning I wake up next to her I open my eyes and cannot believe that under the sheets next to me is the body of an absolute goddess. She's is more incredible than any work of art a man could create and I would spend all my waking hours enjoying her if life didn't get in the way. I get excited just gazing at her but mornings are the time one thing my absolute focus. Her soft sweet ass.
I pull the covers back; since she almost always sleeps on her stomach, and just begin to run my fingertips over those two round mounds above her legs. They feel like silk as the sense of touch begins to warm me inside. I graze my fingers down under her to the beginning of her legs feeling the slope letting me have a new place to start exploring again. Running my fingers along the seam of her ass at the back of her thighs, I just trace it back and forth and her skin gives way to my the pressures of my touch. My breath becomes a little shallow and I know I have to have more. I let my hand flatten so my palm cup under cheeks. I don't dare squeeze at this point, I just rub. I slide back and forth, from cheek to cheek feeling the skin fall away and make contact again as her cheeks dip to create cleavage that rivals any pair of breasts in this world.
Her body sometimes moves and I tell her to lie still and she usually moans softly or even tells me how much she loves my touch. I continue to glide my hand back and forth but now I start to squeeze at random intervals. The feel of a great ass cause things to change on my body, stiffening and moving, an outward display of my inner thoughts.
As my hands move over and over her, that division between her cheeks draws me. I run my fingers up and down it not pressing in, just feeling it's own natural valley. It's at this point I always find the dimples at the top of this meeting of her round cheeks. They are indentions that my fingers push against, tracing small circles, as I love to do to her clit. My fingertips fit perfectly there and I swear they don't want to leave. I moving around and around with my fingers, widening the circles until I find her cleavage again and have to flatten my hand again to get as much contact as I can.
My chest is tight now and I want her. I want to have sex. I want hard animal, lusty hot sex but I cannot allow that. We only get a short time in this live and I do not want to break the feeling that she is pulling from me by just lying there letting me touch the most phenomenal body that ever drew a breath.
