TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Thoughts"

The first time… what a magical moment it is. In my dream of our first time, I picture that I arrive before you, preparing the room in anticipation for the much-awaited first union of our souls. I place cherry & vanilla candles throughout the room, creating a path of halos to light your way to me. A fire burns strongly in the stone fireplace, the smell of cedar filling the air. I put in a CD of Kenny G. The soft sultry sounds of a sax fill my head, the music dancing with my soul. I draw a bath to relax my nerves before your arrival. As I undress the steam in the room caresses my body, a sheen of sweat beads on my forehead. I pull my hair up and climb into the sunken tub. The white fluffy bubbles envelope me and the fragrance of Rafinee fills the air. The candles cast a comforting glow on the walls as I begin to unwind from the days work. I lay back, my eyes closed, letting the music transport me to another place. Time passes and with it the day's troubles fall like aged leaves on a tree. I am startled by a knock on the door. "Are you ever coming out, or do you plan to spend the whole night in the tub?" You whisper jokingly. Then your voice turns serious. "Are you scared, baby?" I am unsure how to answer. We have never made love, not in all the time that we have known each other. Yes, I suppose I am a little scared. But I am excited, too. I trust you with everything that I have. Since I have met you I have become so much stronger in my self-esteem. I no longer look into the mirror and see an ugly little girl who has been cast aside to many times to count. I now see a very strong woman who accepts her looks and the toll that life has taken on her with pride and a sense of accomplishment for having survived. You have made everything all right. In your arms I will be safe for whatever lay ahead. The sound of the door opening fills me with anticipation. You enter, clothed only in your pants, and come over to the side of the tub, sitting on a wide cushioned stool. My fears evaporate as I gaze at you. You pick up a washcloth from a small shelf over the rub, filling it with soapy water, and begin to run it from my toes up to my thighs. A sigh of contentment escapes from my lips. "I am too happy to be scared." I whisper. You begin to run the washcloth over my shoulders and down my chest. You dip the cloth back into the water, and then ease it over each soapy breast, until my nipples become taunt. I find myself sinking lower into the tub and widening the space between my legs as the washcloth makes its way over the tops of my thighs down inside to the place between them. Caressing, kneading, you rub the cloth over my mound, then more intensely over my pubic lips. Increasing the weight of your hand on the cloth, you do not rush, but just continue to exert an even pressure, over and over, until I feel I will explode. The pressure is too much and my legs tighten around your hand as you bring me to a blinding climax. After you feel my release, you stand and lift a large white towel next to you. My body is still shuddering as you lift me out of the tub and wrap me in the towel. You lead me to the bedroom, drying me in your arms as you walk. I feel like a baby, like a woman, like a seductress and a powerless child all at the same time as you place me gently on the king-sized bed. I watch as you remove your pants, and see that you are already aroused as you lay down on top of me, kissing my neck, my lips, my breasts in your urgency. I feel excited all over again, not at all fearful when I entreat you to come inside me. When you do, lifting yourself up slightly as you guide your penis into me, I fell a moment of tightening, quickly followed by a rising joy unlike any sensation I have ever known. You move slowly, expertly leading me towards ecstasy with your long, slow thrusts. As you feel me begin to peak, you jam yourself up hard inside me, filling my body completely, making me cry out. As I let go, I feel every demon of my past go too. I finally believe myself to be the beautiful woman, which you keep telling me that I am, healthy, vibrant, and strong... and happy, so very happy. The hours which follow are just as memorable for you as they are for me. It was so exciting. The time you have spent teaching me to make love to you, as you would like is electrifying. Despite your sexual expertise, this remains the purest pleasure as we luxuriate in exploring each other's wants, needs, and desires, creating a reality from the dreams which we have both had in the past. And I have shown just how passionate I can be, more passionate than you would have guessed. All my timidness has been thrown to the wind. You are amazed at how turned on you are by how thoroughly I adore you and want to please you as well as being pleased. Hours later we lay wrapped in each other's arms, exhausted and content, a feeling of completeness and oneness surrounding us. The moonlight streams in through the window, lace curtains fashioning the light into golden stripes across the foot of the bed. Your hand brushes mine, your other stroking the side of my face. As your mouth comes down over mine, I cannot protect myself from the feelings, which you provoke in me. Your lips are soft at first, gently exploring my mouth yet again. I find myself all too willing, my arms winding around your neck, my breasts arching to your chest. Over and over you amaze me, as you awaken feelings, which I thought I could not feel ever again. I close my eyes as your mouth engulfs my mouth, your tongue moves along my throat, my breasts, my stomach, evoking sensations of utter bliss. When you move your body over mine and enter me, I cling to you. My hands roam over your shoulders, your belly, and your arms. How do you do this to me? How do you make all these wonderful feelings come alive in my body? How do you comfort my soul so? We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle in all that we do. We are matched in drive and passion for what we want out of life. We believe in the same things.