The thought of making love is as exciting to me as it is new. The act of being with
a man, feeling him inside me, the sound of his own heartbeat going in rythm with
my own while our two body's rock in unison with one another. It was something I
never thought would happen to me and yet here I am experiencing it for what
theoreticaly will be first time. As I look up at the man above me I wonder if what
i'm feeling is truly love or just the joy of being with someone other than myself. I
always thought that "making love" would be painful but, other than his first few thrust
I have felt nothing but, pleasure since. All I can think about now is this one
moment in time and how I can make it last forever. I imagined that looking into
someones eyes in such a compromising position would be awkward or strange but
as I gaze up at the man above me I can't see myslef looking at anyone or
anything else. His warmth is incredible and without even thinking I trail my hand
along his arm wanting to see his reaction. He gazes down at me in suprise and
then passion as he trails his own hand down my cheek over my lips and acoss my
breast. He then leans forward, close enough for me to feel his lips soft and gentle
against my ears as whispers my name. "Raven". I have heard my name a
thousand times but hearing it from him feels like the first. Slowly I feel my own lips
part and despite myself I whisper the one name I thought I would hate forever
"Slade".
The End