The Desk Clerk

[asian cunny]

baptizing, indeed, Whit, you're a master of words!

He puts his hands under my hips and pulls me to him as he slams one final thrust into me. I moan and expell a breath of air as I feel his muscles contract and his cockhead swell inside me until his essence flows forth, baptizing the inner surfaces of my love nest. At the same time, my vagina starts to spasm again as the biggest orgasm of the evening wracks my body, and makes me tingle all over.

As the shaking and throbbing subsides, I feel the tears well to my eyes, and then they slowly overflow, as I look up to him. I feel so wonderfully at peace and thankful, that my first experience has been with such a beautiful man: beautiful of character and intention. He gave me a truly spectacular gift, now I will not be afraid of sex anymore, in fact I have discovered that sex is a most fulfilling and satisfying act. Something to cherish and enjoy, for procreation as well as recreation.

Edward is shocked to see my tears, and hastily disengages from me, and takes me in his arms, peering at my face, wiping the tears from my eyes, worried that he may have hurt me, or that I have regrets about what has just happened. But I smile through my tears, and pull his head to mine, and kiss him, then say: "Oh Edward, I'm so happy, I'm crying from happiness! Thank you for your gift of love....."



[Edited by asian cunny on 09-12-2000 at 04:43 AM]

 

[Whit00EK]

Holding you there, tears collecting in your lovely almond eyes and trickling across your flushed cheeks, I cannot but think how lovely it would be to have you beside me forever. Of course, there is not possibility of that, but the fantasy of "Hi, honey, I'm home!" with you running from the kitchen to cover my face with your kissing love, is so delightful that I cannot help but dwell on it for a few seconds. Chauvanistic as that may sound, it is a nice, soft vision.

I tilt your face to mine and kiss your lips, now soft and warm and wet with your tears, and murmur into your mouth, "My love, Joy, what we have shared tonight has been special -- special to me and I do hope it was special to you. I am not certain that I shall ever find an evening so filled with love and lust in the years that remain to me. I hope that whenever you do find someone to share this sort of love with in your future, you might give me a thought. Remember that it was I who first slipped by nature's barrier to fulfillment; it was I who pressed and stretched the parts of you that had until tonight been closed to the world of love, sex and man; it was I who pushed you to the edge of collapse more than once; and it was I who deposited the first gift of male essence into your woman's crucible of love. Remember those things when you share yourself again. But, dear, you do know that it was really not I who made love tonight, don't you? It was you. You created love within your body and within your mind. Keep it there. Hold it as a treasure. Share it only with those who deserve what you have to offer them. Be a woman. Be yourself. Good night, my sweet."

And I reach to your chin with both hands and press the nerve that runs along your jaw and watch as your eyes flutter once and then close completely. Your breathing deepens and slows and you are asleep, lovely in your nudity spread there on the bed. I lift the coverlet and place it to your chin, covering the lovliest of skin. I quickly dress and bend to kiss your brow, and slip out of the room with the slightest of clicks from the door lock.

In the lobby, I see your desk-clerk partner. She is wide-eyed as she sees me approach from the elevator and I walk directly to her and hand her a $50 bill. "Make certain that two dozen of those gorgeous white roses in the floritst's shop next door are delivered to her immediately. And in the center of the bunch, there is to be one deep, red rose. Do you understand?"

Her eyes have not left my face and I force the bill into her hand as I lean across the counter and take her blonde hair in one hand and kiss her lips soundly. "That is what she tastes like, dear; in case you were interested."

And I walk out the door into a life with a future.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC:
Awesome, Whit! You just made the curtain fall definitely. I have nothing more to add, just a small postscript....


IC:
Joy will never forget Edward for as long as she lives. In fact, in the future, each time she makes love, she thinks of him; even fleetingly, she always remembers the first time she made love. And every time she passes an older man on the street, in a building, or in a park, anywhere in the world, she would peer into his face, hoping to meet Edward again. But she never does. And look for him, she can't, as she only knows his first name is Edward. So she vows in her heart, should she ever have children, her first son, regardless of the father's name, will be named Edward.


THE END