They Dont Have To Know

….Covered in a spurt of instincts…. Heavy breaths…..panting… going so fast and yet its all in slow motion…. I strain my eyes to catch a glimpse of my actions, but the darkness of the room shoots me two pictures…one of the blackness around me, and the other, the outline of your body waiting for the second wave of action. Sweat streaks, nails, lips and Moans swoosh across my skin. Every action like a lightning bolt, the tension has built up and is now burning holes through the walls of our once sturdy morals. The room is coated with the scent of vanillia flavored candles and lust finally being expressed, and like the wax of the candle our Concious slowly drips away with every stroke that blends in with the sounds of  pleasure being expressed through the vocals of our once so secretive mouths.

Moving franticly yet methodically around the battlefeild disguised as a mattress I’m directly hit by the missle’s that are your legs. And with no chance to react the smooth hotness of your skin easily mixes in with mines, changing my once calculated moves into a now easy rhythm focused in and corperating through the participation from both of our bodies. sensuality has hit new peaks, and its clear that this is no short ride, because in the next splinter of a second we flow seamlessly into another position, friction, juices, and kisses directing our intentions through the art of our entanglemnt.

My hand roams so freely on the pearly warm flesh of your body, caressing the sweetness of your skin, breathing in your shortened breaths. You dig into my hunger for your body, scratching for some sign that this is just a dream and nothing in reality can feel this explicitly amazing. Instead the idea of a dream melts away when another orgasim has rocked you into a frenzy of euphoria.

A taste of heaven held between the soft coatings of the lips you just so sweetly kissed mines with simply moments ago. crazed and drunk with redemption on your mind, no trip to perfect hapiness can be given without one in return, so the idea of continuing your exploration of flavor is one that comes without a second thought.

But no action of selfishness is submissable in this tantric battle that we continue at the corners of the hotel room that we have so conveniently turned into our sanctuary. And we find ourselves going blow for blow in the pools of our own flavors. Where all the kisses, licks and caresses are returned with the other trying to send a new wave of perfection through the body of their counterparts.

Reeling from how great this is, I almost find myself forgetting that soon it must come to an end, at least for today, and just when I am able to block that thought from my mind, the web of sexual limbs that we have captured each other in, is interrupted by the sounds of “Teach Me”. Musiq Soul Child, croons through the speakers of my phone, sending a new sensation into my heart. But in the heat of the moment nothing matters but our instant. The song plays through, and even though I know its her, she can kindly speak to my voicemail because its always waiting to listen.

So captured in this time that were spending and all of a sudden she can hear her phone buzzing at a frantic pace, playing without ending to a tune that she wishes would die, But Halo’s belong to angels, and death is a distant dream to those who have reached this status in her heart. She almost stops in the middle of the action to answer but at this moment the one who seems to entice her soul the most is the same one stirring it with every pleasurable action known to man. So instead of coming to the callers beck and call, she goes on all fours asking for her partner to enter her from behind. And through every stroke she inserts a new reason to be mad at the caller, and when I pull her hair the pain and pleasure mixed into that sexual coctail leaves her drunk with no reason to feel guilt in this sexual bliss.

But this moment does not last forever, and before we know it the friction of our skin, the rhythm of our bodies and the juices of our souls overflow until the point of explosion. And with every ounce of energy left the implosion of physical, emotional, sexual, and moral fiber of both our bodies leave us in a pool of sexual satisfaction that even adultry can not spoil.

And as I lay there panting for air I cant help but think about how much I love my wife, and her beautiful smile along with how amazing she makes me feel, but even in the strongest of love, a moment of curiosity and a splinter of lust can create a tornado of passion with another partner. I love my wife but this feeling of sexual amazingness is on a level not ever comprehended with the woman I said I do too, so until that moment comes, all I can do is say to my self…”She dont have to know”.

Still foating on that cloud of ultimate satisfaction, the thoughts of her husband resurface, and although the pain and guilt of cheating on her companion for life stings with a sharp burn. the light hot, cool sensation of euphoria accomplished through this sexcapade leaves her so open with satisfaction, that it becomes easy for her guilt to slip through the cracks. The man that she loves is somewhere at home expecting her back from a night out with the girls at any moment, and through her adoration of him, the problems that plauge any couple has taken its toll on their once unbreakable bond. So until these problems are solved to a point where she can once again see progress all she can do is pick up her clothes and while in the shower whisper away the guilt with the words “He dont have to know”.