After a tête-a-tête with a Libyan in the words of a bored wife!

In a previous post I described my brief encounter with a male pen pal. In this post I'll share my experience after the delicious meal.

As if he could read my mind, his lips pressed slightly closer. The kiss became more of a contact now and I concentrated on the feeling. He moved gently, pressing against my mouth, touching the different parts of the now moist surface. His tongue ran gently over my lips, exploring them, tasting the flavor of my lipstick. Quite involuntarily, I moved my lips to explore his, my tongue meeting his. His grip on me became firmer, as he felt my response. Relief flooded through me: I could respond, I have responded and the contact between them had been enough for the Libyan guy to be content with me, his Tunisian lady.

The kissing continued and slowly became more intense. He has explored my mouth gently and l have explored his; but more important than the act of kissing itself, l have begun to feel sensations inside me. My body has become alive and a small, but discernible, ache has formed in the depths of my stomach. These new feelings excited me. I have moved forward this night in my understanding, and totally oblivious of my husband waiting at home, I was not ready to stop my explorations.

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