Tidal Forces

The woman next to me on the train has on a cute short skirt and that has me thinking of seeing you in one of those.



Running my hand along your leg in the restaurant. Teasing and touching the sensitive inner skin of your thigh. Wondering if you will squirm and sigh at the teasing or reach down and grab my fingers and place them inside you while no one is looking.

How are you today, my love?

Good morning handsome 

What naughty thoughts we share.

I was thinking about you, on top of you. Oh what a vision

Well the vision of you over me, hands on my chest, hips pinning me down, owning me, will certainly stay with me all day. 

Woah. What a rush you are.

I was right, it stayed with me all day.

The feeling of your fingernails on my chest, grasping my chest hair as you slowly rocked back and forth over me. The feel of sliding an inch in and out of you over and over, back a forth, the tip of me rubbing that itch you found deep inside yourself. The clenching of your muscles around me as the waves of pleasure wash through you.

Oh to be like the tide and come in and out of you over twelve hours. Building and swelling to hard crashing waves that over time shatter rocks and remake coastlines. We’re screaming together with the force of it, the speed at which our prior gravitational flirtation turned to something no one could stop or control.

And then I slowly recede until I am out of you completely, your body energized and every nerve tingling. The slow in and out becoming increasingly shallow and then gone. The feel of me over you, and then next to you, massaging your muscles, taking advantage of the post coital loosening.

Then just touching you barely, running along your over sensitized skin. More and more gently, fainter and fainter, my palms then my fingers then my fingertips then my lips then just my breath gliding over you. Relaxing your body but not letting the arousal rest.

Then shifting so the breath again becomes lips kissing you everywhere, working up from your feet to your forehead. Then fingertips on the same course. Then fingers and hands massaging you back to full flame. Time to just feel you, all of you, everywhere and in every way. Feel your gravity pull me back in, the ache of physics.

Then over you, in you, oh so slowly. A hundred strokes with just the tip of my cock going in and out of you. A hundred more at just one inch, gliding smoothly in, wave after wave until I am buried in you.

Then the waves increase in speed, in force, whispering to cresting to crashing. Taking your shore and being taken in by it. Until the full force of the moon and the sea break inside you, and we are both made something more. Transcendent.