It is our first time.

You are with me -- finally.

We have spent an hour sitting in front of the fireplace in my living room. We've shared a dozen huge strawberries that we've dipped in champagne and then rich, dark, melted chocolate. We've talked and gotten used to each other -- or at least used to being in each other's physical presence. We know each other's voice and manners from our life on the net. But we needed a time to become used to real life. And we have.

Now, as the fire begins to die out and the embers glow, we kiss and I feel your lips on mine, so soft but so hungry. Your beard moves across my skin and I sigh deeply in my throat as I feel the power and draw of your maleness. Behind my closed eyes are fireworks exploding with the desire you draw out of me. My lips taste your lips, so sweet, so tender, so inviting and caring. I hear your breathing, heavy, masculine, wanting. I breathe deeply and smell the scent of you -- a man - my man-- mixed with the woody aroma of the dying embers of the fire. My senses are overcome by you and I know it's time - time for us.

You stand up and offer me your hand. I accept it and you pull me to you, our bodies naturally drawing close. I smile at you and then without a word I take your hand and lead you toward the bedroom. The room is dimly lit by the glow from a nightlight. I turn to you and place a gentle kiss on your lips, then turn from you and disappear for a few moments. You turn down the covers of my bed - a bed of creamy comfort and roses.

I look in the mirror and nod to myself that I am ready. Ready to end a long period in my life when I have lived without the touch of a man. I open the door, turn off the bathroom light, and walk to the bed where you are standing, waiting for me. A grin spreads across your face and your eyes light up. I am wearing a white silk negligee with a lace-covered bodice. My hair hangs down over my shoulders in gentle curls and my cheeks are flushed with a natural blush as I watch your eyes move over me. You are pleased.

You step forward and take my face in your hands, cradling it and looking deeply into my eyes. You can see into my depths and know my thoughts. You know how I long for you, how I've waited for you, how I want to share myself with you.

Slowly we move toward each other and when our lips meet we are lost in a world of sensual delight. All need for words has passed and our bodies and souls speak to each other of hidden desires, longings, wants and needs.

Our lips burn against each other, stoking a growing fire that will not be quenched. You move your hands from my face and trail them down my shoulders and arms until you reach my hands. You take hold of my wrists and move my arms around your neck as I wrap my arms around you. Then you move your hands down my arms and along my sides, a thrill running through me as your hands glide along the silk until you move them around my back and tug me closer to you. Our bodies crush together. My breasts flatten against your chest and I feel my nipples grow hard and tender against you. I feel your hardness pressing into my stomach and a moan tries to escape my lips as a hunger and longing build - but your mouth captures my moan and you feel it move within you as your own desire is driven higher.

You move your left hand from my back, slowly moving it back up along my side until it comes to rest on the side of my breast. Once again a moan catches in my throat and you kiss me deeply, drawing that moan into you the way I want to draw your body into mine. You move your hand between us, capturing my breast in your hand - though not the entire breast, it's too big, but you feel its softness, you feel the hard nipple pressing through the silk into the palm of your hand. You feel my heart beating faster and faster as you massage my breast and in response to the sensations we feel our mouths move across each other in greater hunger as our tongues seek each other and we explore each other. Desire fills the room and we can wait no longer.

We release each other for a moment. I begin to unbutton your shirt, staring into your eyes, my own eyes bright with longing and twinkling in response to the hunger I see in your eyes. Your smile warms your face and you whisper something to me, something from your heart. I hear and respond with a wish of my own. I remove your shirt and run my hands over your chest. I've dreamed of this moment, of touching you, of knowing the sensations of your skin under my fingers. I trace each muscle, each curve and valley wanting to commit them to memory. You are the man I have dreamed of and waited for all these years.

You reach down and gather the hem of my nightgown and slowly pull it up over my head. I blush deeply and look away. I fear the look I will see in your eyes. You grasp my chin and turn my face to yours. You look deeply into my eyes and whisper to me. My heart leaps and I feel your acceptance. You kiss my neck and then down my shoulder. Then as if you can no longer resist you grasp my right breast in your hand and lower your mouth to it. I cry out as your lips wrap themselves around the nipple and my legs tremble at the thrill that shoots through my body. My insides explode as my desire and passion for you course through me. You suck on my nipple, then open your mouth wider and take more of my breast into your mouth as your tongue moves over the tenderness. I feel my flesh being pulled into your mouth - being drawn in, to be savored and relished. With your other hand you cup my left breast and begin to gently massage it.

Once again my legs threaten to give out. You release me for a moment and quickly remove your pants. I laugh softly as you stand there in your red silk boxers. You remember. You look up and wink at me as you slowly remove them. And then we stand there, naked, just the two of us. All barriers are removed and we step into each other and our bodies meet. A bolt of electricity rocks us as our skin touches and we feel ourselves melt together. I have wanted and needed you for so long that my heart cries out and calls to yours. I hear you whisper softly into my ear words that I've only dreamed of hearing.

Then as if of one mind we release each other. I lay down on the bed leaning back into the pile of pillows and open my arms to you - inviting you to join me, to know me, to take me to places I've never been to before. I want and need you to show me, to guide and teach me things we've only talked about until now. You move onto the bed and I stare in wonder at the man you are. The broad expanse of your chest, your stomach, and then on to your manhood. I stare at it for a long moment, study it, and marvel at how much a man you are. How your hardness calls out to the softness of me, a woman. And I know I've made the right choice, that we have made the right choice. Others may not understand what we want, but we know. We know that we are writing a story for ourselves and not for the world, not for anyone but you and me. We are secret, and close, and magical because we know that we come to each other without demands or strings. We come together from a desire for the other.

You lay down next to me, pull me close, our bodies once more mold to each other and we kiss. Our lips and tongues tangle and dance across each other as we bond to one another. As we taste and smell and feel the warmth and hunger and desire in the other. I hold the nape of your neck with my right hand and you run your left hand up and down my side finally bringing it to rest once more on my breast. My breath catches in my throat as your hand covers me, once again your palm presses down on my hard nipple as you massage the soft and willing flesh. Electricity runs through my breast where your fingers touch me. I have dreamed of this moment. I have longed for it to be your hand that holds me. I have wanted it to be you who thrilled me and began to awaken the woman's needs I have so long buried deep within me.

Our kissing ebbs and flows until finally we break away slightly. You look deeply into my eyes and smile, your eyes half closed with desire. You whisper words of desire and passion, and then you begin to kiss my shoulder, and leave a path of kisses down my chest onto my breast. I cry out and want to pull you close but you grab my arm and hold it. You know what you are doing, what you want to do, that you want to draw out this moment and savor every inch of flesh of my large soft breasts. You kiss the top, the side, the bottom and then the other side until finally you work your way to the nipple. You place your lips on the tip and kiss me gently. I throw my head back and cry out softly as your mouth opens and you begin to suck my nipple into your mouth. You try to take all of me but I'm too large. You release my hand, which I place on the back of your head, and then you grasp me with your hand and begin to massage the right breast as you suck on me. Your lips and tongue play me so beautifully. You sense my needs and meet them. Your mouth drives me wild and I feel the desire you create move through my body to my core -- to what is woman in me.

I feel my hips begin to rock slightly, wanting to draw you closer. I hear you breathing and the sound of your mouth suckling on me and I look down and marvel -- and feel myself coming alive like I haven't been in years -- no -- like I've never felt in my life. You open your eyes and look up at me, then leave my breast and kiss me with sharp hunger and longing. Your hand grasps my flesh as you kneed it. Our lips once again crush each other and then you release me quickly and roll me on my back.

You take my left breast into your mouth and suck on it softly while continuing to massage my right breast. Thrills roll through me and I stroke the back of your head and whisper softly to you. Your mouth is warm and wet and the pleasure you give me fills my body and makes me desire you more, makes me want to know all of you, take all of you.

Time stands still and minutes or hours pass by as you pleasure my breasts, pleasing both of us as you get to know my breasts, get to know what causes me pleasure.

Then you release my breasts. They cry to you but I can tell from that look in your eyes that you intend to continue your exploration of my body. You move down to the end of the bed and I spread my legs, knowing what will come next. The smell of me fills the room and you breathe deeply of the scent of my womanhood. You position yourself between my legs and place your arms on the side of my legs then lower yourself. You begin by kissing the insides of my thighs, moving back and forth leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses up the soft flesh. I grab hold of the sheet and brace myself. I want to scream, I want to cry out but I force myself to breathe deeply -- to enjoy this moment. To stop thinking and give myself over to the sensory bliss you are creating in my body. It almost sings with joy for the pleasures your mouth and hands have given it.

Then you center your head between my thighs. I watch as you grasp between my thighs and pull my womanhood open. You stare at it for a long moment and a smile spreads across your face. You look up at me and then lower your head and my hips buck involuntarily as your mouth comes to rest on me. I cry out as I feel your lips kiss me and your tongue darts out to lick up the moisture you have caused to be accumulated there. I throw my head back and cry, grasping the sheets to keep me from flying off the bed. Pure bliss shoots through my body, radiating from where your mouth sucks and your tongue licks me. You drive me nearly to the brink and then pull back. You flatten out your tongue and lick me from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit which spasms under your touch. You continue your ministrations, you take each of the lips between your own lips and suck on it. Then you spread me wider with your hands and drive your tongue up into me as far as you can and I feel it building. You place one hand between my thighs and gently insert one, then two fingers into me while sucking on my clit.

You work me, play me like a maestro plays a violin until I feel an orgasm building. It starts at the core of me -- almost there --I can feel myself almost there and you sense this and start to move your fingers in and out of me, working on my clit with your mouth. You suck on it softly and move your head from side to side -- creating a growing fire.

And then it happens. Your mouth almost comes dislodged by the force of my orgasm as it begins to roll through me. You can feel the muscles of my vagina spasms again your fingers. You taste the juices that flow from me and you hold them in your mouth until there is enough for you to swallow.

Another orgasm runs through me. This one is sharp, hard, and I cry out your name as you push me over the edge once more.

I'm breathing heavily, trying to recover from the thrills and passions you have created in me. You sense this and suck on me softly, licking up the juices you have caused to pour out of me.

I sigh heavily and you look up at me. I stare down at you. There is a glint in your eyes and you smile, your eyes half closed but full of mischief and wonder.

Wordlessly, I open my arms to you. You move up over me. I reach my hand down to grasp your manhood and you are so hard, so strong, so much a man. I move as to push you onto your back but you stop me. You say, "It is time." And I know you are right. It is time for us to join.

I lay back and hold on to your hardness, moving it, guiding it toward me. I feel my heart begin to race. I feel a flush come to my cheeks as the blood rushes to them. I look up into your eyes as you stare down at me. I see things in your face. I see acceptance, longing, desire, and more. Then I feel you move down onto me. My hand still on you I guide you to me. Then I release you. You rest the head of your penis at the opening of my vagina. I feel the pressure and my heart races. I can feel your breath on my face, I can smell your scent, I can hear you whisper the words I've longed to hear and as you do you press down on me and slowly your penis slides into me. I wrap my arms and legs around you and you bend down to kiss me, then lower your body completely onto me so I'm driven into the mattress as your weight settle in on me and I feel overwhelmed by you. You move your head to the side and begin to whisper softly into my ear between breaths.

Then you begin to move into me, pushing deep until you are completely within me. I feel my heart skip a beat as you fill me, as your hardness is surrounded by my softness. And I feel alive as a woman for the first time in an eternity of waiting for you. As my fasting ends. You begin moving slowly, allowing me to become used to having a man within me after all these years. My mind is overwhelmed like my body is. I rock my hips up against you, almost urging you to increase your tempo. You begin to slowly increase the pace, pressing yourself into me and then slowly withdrawing, almost to the point of coming out of me -- but then you press down hard and I gasp. You begin to move faster and I move with you. You vary your stroking, moving back and forth, from side to side as you explore my depths. I run my hands along your back and finally rest them on your ass -- feeling the power in them as you push into me. I whisper to you, tell you how you fill me, how I want to have more of you, how you drive me crazy and then I stop as my breath catches once again in my throat.

We move together. I meet your downward thrusts with my hips rocking up to you. It is as if we have always been this way. We are meant to share this moment, the meaning, this desire and hunger. I whisper words to you, speaking of untold secrets. Your response is almost wordless. But the sounds you make thrill me. I feel and hear your desire, your passion. You are my desire. You are my passion.

I hold on to you and you sense another release coming. You stroke hard into me, you kiss my neck as you bury yourself deep and hard into me. I feel it begin and you can tell I'm starting to orgasm as my vaginal muscles caress you, stroke you, spasm around your hardness. You continue to move in and out of me as I come hard on you. I come down quickly from that orgasm but you continue to move in me and I come again and again in rapid succession. My body is on fire and a desire long denied begins to stir in me. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come in me. I want to hear the sounds you make and feel the tremors in your body as you come.

We once more kiss and now I can tell you are ready to find your own release. You begin to move in me to your own rhythm and I meet your downward strokes while thrusting my hips up to you and squeeze your penis tightly. Your breathing comes shorter and heavier. And then you begin to moan and whisper your desire to me -- and then you are coming, you're driving deeper and deeper and I feel your hot desire filling me and filling me. You keep coming -- more than you have in years as you fill me, pour yourself and your seed into me. I come with you as I listen to the cries of your orgasm fill my ears, my mind, my body and my soul. I shudder under you and cry out your name as another orgasm rockets through me and my body tenses and then after hovering on the heights of ecstasy -- we float together. Our breathing heavy and laden with the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Aftershocks rock through us until they are mild spasms and then we come down and you lay on top of me, still buried in me, as we rest in the afterglow, breathing heavily, our hearts beating as if one. A warm and comfortable aura surrounds us and we drift in and out of sleep, you still on top and inside of me.