The way life moves, it ebbs and flows, and the relationships do just the same. They ebb and flow– like easy come easy go. The mystery is really quite plain. That is, I want her to love me for me. Will she love me for that or will something get in the way?
Thinking back across the idea of love and my past relationships, there is a conflict or misunderstanding in every situation. Either its too much sex, not enough sex, or too many women, which means too many choices. Petty as it may seem, in the midst of the shit I call my life from time to time, there were some great possibilities. No regrets. I am where I am today, but you got to be able to acknowledge short comings and missteps to be able to move past the idea of losing. So- how do I keep pace with my life and the circumstances therein?
Keeping pace with the memories and the idea of moving ahead, how would it have gone in another situation? Hell, you could never know how the variable would have played out has you chose to do something different or accepted a different situation. So, let’s just talk about the “Essence of Situations (EoS)”.
The EOS are the details surrounding intimacy.
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Stepping through an EOS is like submerging myself in a memory. As this is my introductory post, I want to keep it both brief and real. So- EOS – Keeping Pace
My heart races, as her heart beat increases. Kissing her full, firm round breast, coupled in my hand, I feel her excitement, her anxiousness, and her anticipation. We’re at a new point in the relationship where we are shedding fears; mine moving too slow and hers, moving too fast. We both struggle to find the pace in the moment, but we both work through the awkwardness of first. She catches a glimpse of my lips sucking her nipple, while my eyes catch her lip biting approval and head nod to keep going. Seconds later she acknowledges the sensitivity with a soft moan and caressingly grip of my head.
Soon, her nails drag across my shoulder, as lifts my chin and leans towards me to kiss me. First our lips touch, softly, tenderly and she pushes her tongue to part my lips. I’m open and her kiss is sweet, sensitive, and sends chills down my back. Pulling back, our eyes open simultaneously, and we’ve found our moment, and like a smooth jazz horn our music is both smooth and rough. She is ready and I’m keeping pace.
Bea-Tya-Bac: The Writer 2022