Black and White

Joan Semmel. Intimacy/Autonomy, 1974.

Slip your fingers between my swollen pussy to find the wetness waiting for you.

Mmmmmhhh...just like that.

You take your other hand and grab the back of my head to pull me in closer to you. Your tongue penetrated my lips. My mouth gives way as you find my tongue. My body tenses up along with yours. I can feel your breath on my face as you hold me with a strong grip.

Keep holding me that way.

With one I hand I reach around and grab your ass pushing your hard cock against my soft and awaiting skin. Your hardness rages as you breath deeper and I hold you in my arms as well. Our bodies are intertwined. Gently you take my arms by the wrists and hold them down by my side.

I am not moving. I want to feel what it is that you are going to do to me.

Placing me on the bed I am on all fours. Your hands rub my voluptuous body until they reach the top of my hips. My head is up as I hold my breath, waiting. What is your choice today? What is it that you want from my depth?

The tip of your cock grazes my pussy. Ever so slowly you glide inside of me. It takes all of your control. Your fingers tighten as you reach maximum penetration. As if to make a point, you push hard and fast while you are still at full length inside of me.

My muscles contract to hold you there. Again, with a slow graceful motion, you pull out of me. When you enter me again, it is more of a tease. Quarter way, half way, but you are picking up speed. The anticipation of your cock filling my to its extent has me on the edge of orgasm.

Oh, fuck! I want you to ram your body into me. Fuck me! Take me.

When you can feel that I am at the breaking point you jab your hardness with a ful thrust deep inside of me. Fast, hot and hard you pump me until I cum. My moans and cries fill the room while my muscles spasm and contort under your control.

After I have calmed down a bit you roll me over and lift my legs up. Your face is against mine your breath is in my ear as you tell me what you are going to do to me next.

With the same gentle manner you slip your cock into my ass. Your abdominals contract as you reach full penetration.

Fuck, I am going to cum harder this time.

Our bodies move in time in rhythm. You fuck me harder as I push back into you. The harder you fuck me the closer I am to a deep convulsive orgasm. As my body gives way to your pleasures you begin to cum hard. Pumping your body deep into mine. Our bodies are stiff and sensitive to movement and touch.




You lay down on top of me and a sense of timelessness and peace ensues. Slowly you pull out and wipe up only a bit. You lay down next to me. Your exhale is so satisfying that it brings a smile to my face.

The room has changes. Our energy pulsates. We are not in the realm of regular time and space. The sound has changes. The energy has changed. Our bodies lay motionless next to each other while they absorb the actions, changes and intentions from just moments before.

Calm.

Relaxed.

Sated.

Peaceful.

I float away in Zen. It is no longer about my body or your body. It it about what is created. The remnants of our interactions.

Our bodies make prints on the bed, but we are some place else all together.