As anticipation and excitement rises, so does my connector. It's firmness matches my resolution - to follow through completely. To please - and to BE pleased. Yet I have no rush to enter into those final stages, but enjoy the anticipation. The eager expectation of what will soon culminate. Kissing, nibbling...rubbing smooth skin on smooth skin. What great joy to taste the soul of my friend....to smell a thigh...or bite a muscle normally unseen. All the while, harder to I grow. With a hardness that not only please me, but reminds me I have potential to make another feel good. At least in these minutes, I have the power to pass on pleasure, and to do so is nearly as joyful as to receive it... Finally, when my mate begs for fulfillment, do I feel on the edge of heightened anticipation.. The initial moments of searching for entry..are also so exciting. The moment of finding the door, and - not so much pushing my way in - but being SUCKED in so deeply, and warmly. That first plunge..like the first dive into a cool pool on a sweltering day, or much the opposite, entry into a delicious sauna after a frozen trek. It is incomparable. At first, I just like go slowly, as far as I can go, but slowly, gently, reaching as far back into the others soul as I can. Moaning fills my ears, and I see on my partners face, eyes that cannot open, but also cannot stay closed. I KNOW I am accomplishing what I wish. But at the same time, the feelings on my body...Yes, IN my body, and ON it at the same time, are nearly impossible to describe. While in my goal, I also like continuing my touching, hugging, nibbling, feeling....it pulls my other closer to me, and me deeper into the sauna. Once I have made deepest contact, and my partner is ecstasized, the joy of massaging that position, by coming back out - almost - and going back in. The repetition - the sway of our bodies never losing connection, but ALMOST...and my attempts to - with each insertion of myself - to reach that deepest spot as many times as I can. After tapping that deep spot, I love to pull back, and let the rim of my firmness, ripple on the rim of my mate..and rub my rib, on their rib...just slowly massaging that spot, until I can no longer control what my body is doing. Before my own soul chooses to crescend to unbelievable heights, I re-enter as deeply as I can, so that my first pulsations of excitement, are felt deep within. When my timing is right - and I've made it a practice to do so almost without miss - our explosions and twitches are simultaneous, within and without. The moans are now muffled screams, which heighten my own pleasures. It is only at this point where I allow myself to lose gentle control, and become as much as I can a firm muscle, from head to toe. With my muscle, I press forward, crunching, repeating - all the while still causing my mate pleasure. It is still during this time my pleasure is productive, exchanging itself from me to another. My juicy productions ease our connection - they lubricate our joy to an unbelievable degree. With hearts still racing and the joys still fresh in our bodies, we slowly drift down from the peaks of pleasure. Yet, we cannot release body from body. We kiss passionately. We hold and hug - wanting to repeat this as soon as we can.