She is . . . soft, sweet, beautiful; she is full of power. I cannot say which quality is the strongest in her. She is everything at once . . . she is everything . . . to me. I have known love in my life -- love of family; but to love her -- this woman -- my woman! She is all . . .

Conceptually, he is my world! Physically, he’s hard as rock, as stone, as the very earth that shields him. The first time I saw him undressed – well it was completely dark and I didn’t actually see him, but oh my! I could feel him! I pulled my own clothes away. I wanted to feel everything! His body hair is thick and soft and underneath, his arms, his chest, his flanks, his rear . . .! Ah! Hard as rock! He’s like the earth – solid, unbreakable. Someone I can trust with my life and my love and, like the earth, he calls forth new growth from me. Nurturing . . . gentle. That first time, his breath was so hot against my face, my throat, my breasts . . . ohhh, how he excited me! We kissed each other wildly. The freedom to finally do so was exhilarating! I grabbed handfuls of his dense mane and held him to my breasts for more of that wonderful sensation! He could tell what I was offering and he moved to align his body with mine. He’s such a big man! He stretched out alongside me face to face and I spontaneously lifted one leg over his hip. He was fully aroused and, of course, I was as well, and we connected and oh! I’ve neverknown anything like that! Exquisite! I remember he reached around to clutch my buttocks and with such littleeffort, he lifted me on top of him . . .

I have always feared a loss of self-control and I have always found trust and acceptance in her. That night her body was like a precious jewel given to me to protect and revere. Given . . . to me! I could never have imagined such a gift. The lovely low sounds she made as I reached for her in the dark. Her warm flesh presented so freely to me. When she positioned herself to receive me, I wanted her to have the choice, take the control. I raised her over me so that, at any time, she could change the course we seemed to be taking; although, she made herself completely available to me and I could feel her absence of fear. Her bodily moisture was like nectar, like dew; I tasted it upon my tongue from between her breasts and I felt it flooding her sheath like wine . . .

God, he was deep inside me! Nothing can compare to that feeling -- making love with the one you truly love! I know I was unfilled, untaken, incomplete until that night! He steadied my shaking body with his large hands around my waist as I moved over his swollen sex. I drew him in till my curls met his, then slowly released his length, inch by inch. Oh! I’m breathless now thinking of it!! A delightful bass rumble came from his chest as we loved. I thought surely he must be near his climax, but no, his hot column was like iron! He seemed to be waiting for something . . . and, sure enough, I reached my peak just then . . .

When I detected her satisfaction, I rose up to hold her against my heart. I could feel the waves of her intensity shuddering through her -- and through me. We were still intimately joined and she crossed her ankles behind my back and kissed my mouth with a passion that I had never known. She was a lotus, a rose, a sky full of stars to me! I could no longer regret my physique or my features when her honey’d mouth opened to mine. Our tongues touched and tasted. We clutched each other, our bodies still dearly entwined . . .

As we were kissing and still coupled, he stood up and adjusted his grip so that I was seated in his strong hands with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He tucked his chin into my shoulder, effectively forming a secure clutch on my body, and then, oh God! He began to move in and out of me!! I could hold perfectly still in his grasp with my arms around his shoulders, my face snuggled against his neck, sheltered under his long hair, and simply ride his powerful strokes! He massaged my buttocks and bucked under me until I thought I would scream! And then I wasscreaming and his roar answered me and we were . . .

Colliding and melting, dying and being reborn, creating a new oneness and turning forever away from our aloneness . . .

"Whew! Vincent, I surrender!" cried Catherine as she turned around to face Vincent in the middle of their new king-sized bed. They had been sitting cross-legged, leaning naked back to back, playing one of their warm-up games.

"It was all I could do to keep my hands off you!" she went on, "Look what you did to me!" She raised her arms over her head to accentuate her little pink nipples standing up stiffly on her bare breasts.

"Well it simply could not be helped . . ." he responded, leaning in to nuzzle her heated flesh.

"And look!" she cooed in mock surprise, "something’s happening here as well!"

Vincent suppressed his smile and spread his knees apart to accept her caress to his surging erection.

"Let’s do it like we just talked about!" she proposed enthusiastically.

"Yes," he murmured, as she situated herself down over him. "And you can demonstrate that exercise you learned in your friend Nancy’s childbirth class."

"Ooooh, you mean the Kegel exercise? Men can do that too, you know!" she responded, catching her breath as he filled her.

But Vincent’s only answer was a suckling kiss to the side of her neck and his hands kneading both her breasts as he showed her that, indeed, men could do that too.