Little Secrets
by William R. Dewberry Jr
He feels he has approached a life changing loss of manliness but has unexpectedly stumbled upon childlike kindling of love and intimacy. It is not the act of lovemaking or the insecurity he speaks of, but the whole of the relationship that surrounds and comforts him. The act of love with his darling wife has always been gratifying. He yearns for her touch, he saviors her smell and reaches for the gaze of her sultry bedroom eyes that fill him with love and contentment time after time. No, this time things are strangely unfamiliar. Why now, this late in life, would unpredictable feelings present themselves to him? He wakes…
Overwhelming passion has engulfed him and continues to tug at his psyche, like random thoughts that flow with the ebb and tide, but refuse to get whisked away by the subtle winds of change. He follows his lovers' acts of self-pleasure down a path of uncertainty and reckless abandon. He is overcome with taboo, rejection and unfamiliarity that rushes through his veins like waves on the oceanfront lapping at the hot summer sand. His heart pounds, his skin flushes and excitement mounts as the embers of her thoughts singe him during her private personal journey. A deep burning desire envelops him and steals his breath with every pleasurable sigh that unknowingly escapes from tightly clinched lips.
Who is this beautiful creature that lay next to him, just inches away from carnal discovery? Her gentle determination increases as relief she is seeking is on the other side of each breath and silent moan she makes. How could she hide such a beautiful act of nature from the one person on earth that would give his being for her and has promised to always love and protect? This man, who thinks he understands her as she wishes to be understood, doesn't understand at all. She has to know how truly beautiful she is and how he would love for her to confide and share these little secrets with him. As their bedtime hide and seek ends, she reaches the point of no return. Then, just as her deliberately silent fingers perform their final dance and as the gentle hush of her delicate contractions subside; she faces him with contentment as she spends another night alone in her fantasy. She sleeps…
