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Sexual Art Intimacy in Action: Unforgettable Memories – III
Hasan Yahya, Ph.D
Memories continues: One shining morning with a late spring sun. The wind was gently moving the grass, and waves of green grass looks as the sea waves he was meeting with her. They sat on the grass side by side, one of their arms around the back of the other. He squeezed her warmly, then lay down side by side on their backs looking to the white clouds in the far high. She wished that time stopped on that moment forever. To make it memorable in the side nature, Samntha willingly said: Hold me. Now. Right here. They were in the middle of a meadow The tall grass surrounded them. And they could see nothing but the sky and clouds above. He gently made position to face her, and took her into his arms. She was soft and warm and her hands reached out for him. They kissed with real innovatice and endless feeling. She whispered in his ear: Tell me something, Mike, do you want to sleep with me? Of course I do, he said. But can you wait. Of course I can. Before we do it again, I want to get myself a little better. I want to make myself into a person worthy of that hobby of yours. Will you wait for me to do that? Samantha said. OK I do. Are you hard now? You mean my soles of my feet? Silly, she said. Then he said: if you’re asking whether I have an erection, of course I do. Will you stop saying of course every time. Ok, he said, I’ll stop. She said: Is it difficult? What? To be all hard like that. She said. Difficult, what do you mean? I mean, are you suffering? She said. Well. It depends how you look at it. He said. You want me to help you get rid of it? With your hands? Uh-huh, To tell you the truth, said Samantha, it’s been sticking into me ever since we lay down. It hurts. She said. He polled himself away, and said: Better, now? Thank you, but I wish you would do it. Sure! She said with a lovely smile. Then her soft hand unzipped my trousers and took my stiff club in her soft hand. It’s warm. She said. I like it warm. It’s all yours! He said. She started to move her fingers first then the whole hand, but I stopped her, because I was close to come. So I unbuttoned her blouse, reaching around to undo her bra strap. He kissed her soft, red-pink rising nipples. As if they are inviting his lips for a jentle touch. When his lips began to move slowly on her nipples, she closed her eyes and slowly started moving her fingers up and down. Fromm the roots to the bossoms. Hey, you are pretty good at that. You know? He said. Be a good boy and keep mouth shut. She said. After he came, he held her in his arms and kissed her again a long kiss. She puts up her bra and blouse, and I zipped up my shop doors. Will that make it easier for you to walk? She asked. I awe it all to you. He said. You think so? I am happy for you! Can we continue our walk now. How can he or she forget these moments of intimate sexual experience? Suddenly she said, I am starving, aren’t you hungry? Sure, after the hard work! They laughed together and continue walking are with arm under the sky.
Hasan Yahya, is an American Arab scholar, a professor of Sociology, a columnist at wfol.tv, Malaysia, and TINA International News Agency, Chicago, USA. www.hasanyahya.com