Written by 
Hasan A. Yahya, Ph.Ds
This is an another part from a long novel for the author. That night did not stop raining, Mike sat on his chair and his eyes gazed in the trees under rain. The thunder and lighting shifted his imagination to remebering the intimate situations with his sweetheart. This time was far from his home. He travel to the space and time of that situation. When one day, he said to her: How much do you think I love you? She looked with a smile, without answer, and waited for him to answer the question. “Enough to melt all mountains in the world snow into Ocean.” Far out, she said with a hint of satisfaction: Will you hold me tight? They got into her bed and held each other, kissing as the sound of rain filled our ears. Then we talked about everything from the formation of love history from Adam and Eve, the love movies, flowers and birds. One bird was close to the tree beside the house. I wonder what small bird do in a rainy day like this? She asked. I am ignorant in birds’ personal life, he said, They are hard workers. I guess. If they hard workers, why then, they did not evolve to human lovers like us, or to some angels? I don’t know. He said: May be their bodies are not suited to evolve like us monkeys. I thought you know every thing. It’s a big world out there. Oh yeah, high mountains and deep oceans, green forests, she said. She put her hand inside his bathrobe and took hold of his coming. Then with a surprise joking aside, she said: Hay Mike, this, this will not work. It’s too big. I could not let this big, hard thing gets inside me. No way. She said. You’re kidding. Mike said with a sigh. Yup, she said, giggling. Don’t worry. It will be just fine. I’m sure it will fit. You mind if I have a look on that red rabbit? She said. Feel free. Mike said. She burrowed under the covers and groped him all over down there, stretching the skin of his club, weighing his testicles in the palm of her both hands. Then she dived in and used her lips and mouth, after a while, she poked her head out and sighed. I love it. It looks as a baby panama ready to cultivate at the end of season. No flattery intended! I really love it. Thank you. Mikky. She continued saying, you don’t want to do it with me, do you? Until you get all that business straightened out? There is no way I don’t want to do it so bad. But it just wouldn’t be right. Don’t you think? You are so damned stubborn! If I were you, I’d just do it, then think about it afterwards. You would. Only kidding, I know you, you are in love, and that’s what I really, really love about you. How much do you love me? Mike asked with no response, she put her lips on his nipple and began to move her hand that was wrapped around his penis. It was gentle and wonderful. I bet you’re thinking of swimming in a honey lake right now? Aren’t you? It’s more than true, sweetheart. Mike said, Ok then, I am happy to hear that. Want to touch my two young innocent babies, or go down deeper? She asked. Oh wow, I would love to, but Iwon’t. If we do all those things at once, it will be more than I can hold. She nodded and rustled around under the covers, pulling her panties of and holding them against the top of my club. You can come on those. She said. But it will make a mess on them. You will clean up later. He said. Stop it, for God’s sake, will you? You’re gonna make me cry. She said. Relax, all what I have to do is wash them later. So don’t hold back, take the long shot, and just let yourself come all you want. If you are worried about my panties, buy a new pair. I don’t think that they will stop in your way. Come on then, let Niagra Falls show up and let it go. When he was through, she inspected his white semen. As if she research for description fit. Wow that’s a large amount. It may sunk Buffalo, it’s too much , ha! Nah, it’s Oll right. Come all you want. Said that with smile, and then kissed him. The lightening and thunder brought him back. How can he forget these moments of life?
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