Dan

I'd like to meet:

You know, I've lived through this world long enough to know that there are some people who are just meant to be with each other.

There are those who you meet, and you might even feel physically attracted to them and feel an impulse to get physical with them, but when you touch them, their skin feels rough to yours. It doesn't bring you pleasure. It somehow says that you are not meant to be for each other.

But then, there are those people you are attracted to... and everything just feels right with them. It feels so right that you feel an intense desire to give yourself to them... To explore everything, to make all fantasy become reality and cross borders between the two, until you no longer know if you're dreaming or you're awake.... It gets to the point, when you're with someone, you realize that no words need to be said. Many intelligent people will tell you that words are meaningless.You might be offended by that, because you no longer know who to trust. The only meaning words have is the one that you give to them.

And when you're with someone, if words don't matter... then all that matters is being in that moment and expericing all the pleasure you can share with that one person. You let your bodies talk to each other. Let your tongues take control and your arms grip each other tightly. You let him take control over you, as he slowly leads you into pleasure... new realms of esctasy.. to the point where you quiver in anticipation for his next touch.

I'm sure you've had plenty of experiences like that. I'm also sure you remmebering being in his bed... his comforting warmth on a cold winter day?.. perhaps...

The question is: Do you remmember how he softly traced his fingers down your chest... his hand gliding and sliding over your pants... your underwear soaking wet...and he hasn't even touched you yet. I'm sure you remmeber how he put his arm around you in his room, his kisses on your neck, those lips of his which he eagerly pressed against you... I'm also sure you remmember how he grabbed your wrists, pushed you down and pinned you there. You couldn't move. He was on top of you, he would whisper sweet nothings to your ear... as he'd aggressively seek to find the spot that makes you feel nothing but pleasure.... you early spread your thighs to him and guided him with your moans... he would feel the softest parts of your body... as he rubbed them violently... Perhaps you were a bit freightened at his aggresion but with each movement of his arm, you felt like you were losing control.

I'm sure you felt the passion with him so strongly, so intensely, that when even if you tried to close your eyes and shut off all your senses, you still felt him pound violently within you.

That's what matters. Nothing else does.

My darling, if you are reading this... That is the kind of connection I crave for... every moment I'm awake...with each breath that I take...and each time my heart pounds... I crave for a woman who gives everything she has to me and takes all I have to give.

My sweet darling, I crave for a woman whose touch will soothe me and whose lips are burning with such a passion that they scorch mine, when we kiss.