RACES.....

My thighs were quivering but I was still willing.... It had become hot very quickly and the time from when we stood clothed till when we wrestled naked had eluded me. I could not describe how it had happened, but now my thighs were quivering and he was still hard at work, a bit too hard if you asked me. I swear at times I could have sworn that he was touching my soul with it, like I could feel the tip of something tickling in between my rib cage, trying to poke my heart! That's just how "hard" working he was. And at times when we would catch sight of each other, when I wasn't shaking my head uncontrollably back and forth or screaming into the pillow, or when he wasn't looking up to the ceiling like he was praying fervently before each deep entrance. We would each mirror one another's shock or surprise as if to say 'is that you?'. You see we were both so lost in individual endeavours that we had lost sight of who was helping us win this race. I would arch my back forward trying to get my lips to his and he would lean in to meet mine, unconsciously digging deeper and causing me to gasp for air! but I love this hard worker, I love the diligent strokes, the professional smiles,and just how he taught his tongue to stroke just as good! I do love this hard worker and the feeling he brings me not while he works HARD but after and before. thighs still quivering when my muscles are being pushed and literally stretched, how it feels to have your possession spread out in front of you and eaten! or watching areas of yourself expand to accommodate the weird and oddly shaped. It's mind baffling and thrilling, adding to the whole experience. But still this race of ours is proving to be a mental one , though the licks and thrusts are as physical as can be. when we're locked in that 5sec stare before returning to our selfish means we come into the love session of this race. But while my eyes are in the back of my head and his to the ceiling....we forget and it becomes OUR race.... OUR selfish races.