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Naked With David
He was open and comfortable in his nakedness.
I almost cried when I saw him the first time.
I thought his cock must have been shaped by a careful creator and set out to sea where it traveled the arc of his life with tenderness, always led by kindness and love.
My eyes followed his shaft to its base where two smooth jewels hung quietly in a relaxed scrotum, shaved smooth and spread slightly between his parted legs.
I imagined him with his wife. I guessed our histories were quite different. He’d led a life of commitment and love. I felt unworthy, but desperately wanted to make him happy.
While admiring him, I noticed a sparkling drop of liquid poised on the tip of his pinkish gland.
Was this a tear of sadness for the loss of his wife or from a new desire he felt for me?
I leaned down and sipped to taste him. I heard a halt in his breath when my lips touched him. I let his salty smoothness gloss my lips as I rose and smiled.
I almost cried when I saw him the first time.
I thought his cock must have been shaped by a careful creator and set out to sea where it traveled the arc of his life with tenderness, always led by kindness and love.
My eyes followed his shaft to its base where two smooth jewels hung quietly in a relaxed scrotum, shaved smooth and spread slightly between his parted legs.
I imagined him with his wife. I guessed our histories were quite different. He’d led a life of commitment and love. I felt unworthy, but desperately wanted to make him happy.
While admiring him, I noticed a sparkling drop of liquid poised on the tip of his pinkish gland.
Was this a tear of sadness for the loss of his wife or from a new desire he felt for me?
I leaned down and sipped to taste him. I heard a halt in his breath when my lips touched him. I let his salty smoothness gloss my lips as I rose and smiled.
Published 24th Aug 2022
Author's Note
After my months-long relationship with a widower who placed his deceased wife’s portrait on his bedroom wall, we parted ways on good terms. I’ve written about our relationship and it was beautiful. After it ended, I was lonely and fell into a period of promiscuity not unlike that of a teenager away from home for the first time in her life. It was fun if not a little dangerous.
Then David came along. His wife died a year before me met. He had a calming effect on me and I was immediately smitten. I left my past vague with subtle references to my marriage, my grown daughter, and a few committed relationships along the way. I didn’t mention my wilder times.
I wrote this passage in my journal after my first sexual experience with David.
Then David came along. His wife died a year before me met. He had a calming effect on me and I was immediately smitten. I left my past vague with subtle references to my marriage, my grown daughter, and a few committed relationships along the way. I didn’t mention my wilder times.
I wrote this passage in my journal after my first sexual experience with David.
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24th Aug 2022 2:17pm
And we now have an entirely new meaning for..."Chapstick".
And what a lucky chap he is!
And what a lucky chap he is!
24th Aug 2022 2:29pm
24th Aug 2022 3:12pm
You have such a way with words:
"a tear of sadness"...or..."new desire"
It sounds so innocent if said out of its proper context.
"a tear of sadness"...or..."new desire"
It sounds so innocent if said out of its proper context.
24th Aug 2022 8:11pm
A frank, poignant soulful write of being unveiled together. Favourite sentences:
I thought his cock must have been shaped by a careful creator and set out to sea where it traveled the arc of his life with tenderness, always led by kindness and love.
Was this a tear of sadness for the loss of his wife or from a new desire he felt for me?
I thought his cock must have been shaped by a careful creator and set out to sea where it traveled the arc of his life with tenderness, always led by kindness and love.
Was this a tear of sadness for the loss of his wife or from a new desire he felt for me?
25th Aug 2022 2:52am
BTW, the title could not help but get me thinking of the David and Bathsheba story, about which I have written a few poems in DUP - naked was what Bathsheba was when (King) David first caught sight of her! Come to think of it, it would make a good title for an adult movie on it!
25th Aug 2022 00:33am
Love and sex is very beautiful . Hope you both enjoy yourselves. Keep on writing.
5th Sep 2022 10:37pm
Nizana, the tenderness in this was a joy to behold. Your seeing him naked for the first time and wondering if the pearl on his tip was a tear of grief or joy in being with you really struck a deep chord with me. The wonder combined with the history you chose not to share at first really made for a poignant encounter. I loved the beauty of this in all its gentle rapture. You really have created an artfully crafted poem here.
Xo
John
Xo
John
5th Sep 2022 10:39pm
Thank you so much. I just happened to be online and saw your comment pop up. It made my day!
