I cannot imagine gaining pleasure with anyone but a woman now. There are no expectations of entering you, pushing you open; the pleasure is on the surface until you allow it to course through you. You are not thrust about. It is about all of your body, each part of it aroused in turn until you are hot and your down-there throbs for satisfaction. She is slightly larger than me, stronger, but her form does not threaten me. She may hold me down but she will let go at the asking, she may scratch me but never too hard, she may push herself against me but I do the same to her, I throw myself upon her, allow all my weight to press her down, I squeeze her close to me, wrap her in my arms.

The clean lines of her form, all pink flesh except the fine soft hair on her legs and special place and tucked underneath her arms; all mine for touching, kissing, caressing. I cannot believe I resisted her for so long. I think back on all those months when all I let her do was grope around and play with her fingers and tongue on me when there is so much more.

Our marriage helps and the privacy of our Moss House. She can own me now. I have given every inch of myself to her and want her to take it. I own her too; the shape of her is all mine to trace with my fingers, admire, adore. I learn from her how she touches me, squeezes my shoulders and arms, sucks my fingers and toes, gently unpins my hair and pulls out my curls until it all is free and wild and falls down my back and she slowly wraps it around her hand and pulls me close to her and kisses me, holding me against her. I explore her down-there and discover the taste of it and how to tease her, build her up, then finish her and make her call out in pleasure. Then we lie there, our arms entwined, our bodies touching as much as they can and were it not for my paler skin it would be hard to know where her body ends and mine begins.

Miss Lister

I lie staring at her golden hair and pale skin, with just enough freckles to accentuate her beautiful face. Her arms and legs are less firm than my own which have been strengthened by so much walking over the years, but hers are beautiful nonetheless, and they are all mine to touch and hold as I please.