Pethidine Pleasure

I'm sitting infront of my computer, trying to write another blog entry. I'm tired. It's been a long week. I want to write something but I can't quite figure out what it is.

Then I hear you calling me. No, it's impossible - it can't be - I must be imagining it. I focus on my writing. Minutes later you call again, this time more persistently. I try to block you out of my head but for some reason I cannot shake you from my mind. Resistence is futile.

So I follow your calling. I walk around the corner and see you sitting there waiting for me in an inviting pose. I try to play it cool - walking past and pretending that I don't care - ignoring your symmetricaly, perfectly shaped form. However your beauty is too much and I cannot bare to be separated from you any longer. Picking you up gently but firmly so not to hurt you, I carry you away.

I turn the tap and the refreshingly cool water runs over both of us. Oh, how nice that feels after a long day in the summer heat. Then slowly, carefully, tenderly, I slowly peel off your outer clothing. It is not an easy task as it hugs your body so tightly but soon enough your smooth bare pale flesh is exposed to me. My heart races with excitment and anticipation.

After drying you off with a towel, I lead you hastily to the couch. It would be nice to get comfortable but there's no time. I smell your wonderful scent and the desire to taste you is overpowering. Gently, my tongue touches your flesh. My mouth tingles with delight. Then I can resist no more! Suddenly, I sink deeply into you like nobody has done before! Your juices flow everywhere, and pure ecstacy flows through every vein in my body. In a mad rush of passion, I sense an overwhelming urge to taste every part of you. Your body is part of mine. My body is part of yours. Suddenly we are one and a state of absolute pleasure that I never thought possible is achieved.

Then as quickly as it began, it is all over. Alas, our short passionate affair ends. We must part ways as what we had is no more. Tomorrow is a new day and I will be with another. Life is both wonderful and crule that way.

Oh, how I love eating peaches.