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We had the most amazing two days, and at the end of the night after coming home from the most beautiful fireworks, we felt so connected to our love; a reminder of what we mean to each other. We watched the rest of a very intense and dark government movie we both were so into, and were left feeling sad for the main characters death. We cuddled and embraced into each other, and I wanted to feel heart love. I was feeling heart love when we layed in certain positions, and when he moved out of pain or discomfort, my connection to the energy of love moved with him. He was so aroused, so electric, so filled with love, and his rock hard shaft was there waiting for me, but I wanted a deeper feeling of my heart to his heart, and so I waited; patiently. My waiting patiently for that feeling to come caused impatience in him, and so his rock hardness turned soft. And in that I felt disappointment, sadness, movement yet again of where it was to go. He wanted to then move to rest, sleep for the night, and I was still feeling the movement of arousal coming to a peak, and it wasn’t ready to slumber. My arousal was there, but it was my heart that had been waiting. I had mentioned to him, “I can wait for tomorrow”, but I didn’t really mean it. What I meant is, “open my heart, melt into me, and let me melt into you my love!”
As he felt his exhaustion creep up on him, I felt a craving, a need, desire, to raise his energy yet again, and I devoured him. I kissed his ever so soft man cave into my mouth. I opened it to a reminder of his pleasure, kissing his softness beautifully, sensually, liquifying his energy into a solid form of gold. He asked me if he could watch, for the first time seeing his beloved love him in such a way that he cried in tears of joy and gratitude. As he wailed, his heart opened again, within moments, and he expressed gratitude for my ability to take him from one extreme to another, and I asked him if I could please put myself on him, and connect to his heart soul in such a manner that we would dance together in the stars of heaven.
As we danced, I could feel his need to make sound, and yet he was quiet, and so I encouraged him, “please make sounds my love. I want to hear you.”
He said, “really? It’s ok?”
I said, “yes, my love. It will open you more, and melt my heart into you.”
So as he whimpered in pleasure, I too, made my animal sounds of joy, laughter, and pleasure. The energy of what we were creating was getting higher and higher, and he said in a moment, “my love, we will one day produce a child, for I will come to you every day until we do and we will succeed.” And with this, my excitement rose, and in a moment of him pulling my hips deeper into him I made my loud tiger sounds and pleasure growls, until I finally peaked my first orgasm. But he continued his movement, and in a moments time, I was ready for my next breath, my next orgasm, as his hands were deeply pulled into my hips. I felt the connection from his hands on my hips, and his love, passion, commitment and intensity mesmerized me, and pulled at my very depth of pleasure. I was about to take my next peak of orgasm, and all of a sudden he moved his hands. The energy immediately stopped.
I then raised my animal voice, and said, “please put your hands back where they were.” And he moved his hands to another completely different area. I felt his shaft getting softer, and yet it was still firm inside me. Then he moved his hands yet again. I asked him again, please put your hands back, on my hips, and tried gesturing his hands showing him where on my body I needed his touch.
He then moved again, and my frustration had built so high and I was so disconnected from the pleasure and orgasm had suddenly disappeared all together, and in a moment he increased the peak, pace and intensity, and then he came.
I was taken aback. I immediately was filled with a fierce roar that he ignored my gestures, my pleasure, and put himself before me, after numerous discussions that he needs to hold back to strengthen his muscles inside, and release his seed only once or twice a month, not as often as he has been. And I was abruptly surprised he would go against what we agreed, that my inner roar turned to an immediate anger and I slapped his belly once, then again, and roared louder. Then I got up, and paddled his behind with my hand. I let out my deepest frustration; my inner dragon, my inner warrior, my inner Goddess coming to rise, and I only wished I could cry.
I then asked him if he could please lick me, and with much hesitation he tried, but the energy was gone. We were both filled with sadness; I over hurting him and his seed releasing before me, and he over being hurt, feeling rejected yet again, unloved and perhaps feeling trapped with a woman, in his mind for that moment didn’t love him.
And oh I do, love him ever so much, for without loving him, trusting him, honoring him, would I not have had the courage to tell him all my deepest heart's desires, needs, and hungers.
And yet, my heart craved him. My beloved, my husband, I love you more than you will ever know. And I will prove my love to you...every day...for as long as I live!
I will beg for his forgiveness. I will humble myself. I will surrender to what he needs, and in return, I will ask for his patience, and to please kiss me every day; from the softness of the skin on my face, to the wetness and joy of my inner lips.
And all I ask, is for you to stay with me, love me, hold me, and hold your seed as long as you can, so your heart love and my heart love are one!