Shisuma
My friends think I’m boring.
I have a normal job. I drive a Toyota. I like to read, take long romantic walks on the beach, and have nice quiet evenings with a glass of wine and good, interesting company. Oh, and I’m happily married. That about kills them. Because how does anyone in their right mind want to wake up with the same woman day after day? Let alone after ten years. And sex? What a drag. It probably becomes a second job after any extended period of time, until you inevitably quit it altogether. Because let’s face it, there’s nothing exciting about having the same woman, night after night. But it probably does suit me, because I never was a partygoer and I never really did have that many women. So every time the subject comes up, my friends come to the conclusion that this boring and terribly married life is perfect for me. I always smile and sip my wine, not even trying to defend myself because I know the truth and they wouldn’t understand it.
I’m an adventurer, you see. When I come home at night to the goddess I call my wife and kiss her hello, I know by the fire in her eyes that burns through my clothes and the way she holds me just a little longer than necessary that I’m going on a journey tonight. I love to travel and to discover the desolate places where only few have gone before me. But there are those places, the secret places that only I have charted. That’s my favorite tour, because I discover something new every time.
I start at her hair. A waterfall of the deepest red I have ever seen cascading down her shoulders and whispering on the sheets. It’s a breathtaking sight, like liquid fire. I always lose myself in the rich scent and the way my fingers disappear when I comb through the silken strands. But her impatient sighs call me back. I must resume my journey. The path is familiar as I follow her brows with my tongue, down the bridge of her nose, taking a detour to worship at her temples. She giggles when I tease the rim of her earlobe, but it turns into a moan when I begin to suck. She urges me on, but I just smile. Tonight won’t be a quick trip. Instead I rest my mouth on her soft lips and discover that I’m thirsty. She opens up to me, like Ali Baba’s cave, revealing to me all the pleasures that lie inside. My love is thirsty too. She drinks me in as I explore every inch and dance my tongue around hers. I always dread my departure from this place of wonders, but eventually we both have to surface for air. Before she can protest, I continue, feathering light kisses along my path down her throat. The road is steep, but I know where it will take me. She knows it too and pants in anticipation. I surprise her by stopping at her shoulders first, nibbling the tender flesh at the base of her neck and tracing my way down her collarbone with my tongue. Her moans tell me I’m on the right track.
My heart swells when I see it, the valley. It just takes my breath away. As I dip a finger between her breasts and trace the contours, I can tell it takes away hers too. But this isn’t where I want to stay, so I hurry uphill over the unbelievable softness of her breasts.
This is heaven. She clearly agrees as she calls God, Jesus, and every other deity known to mankind while I scout her cream-skinned mounds, teasing their peaks but never lingering. This is the hardest part, teasing her until she begs for my mouth on her nipples because I want it just as bad as she does. I ache to devour her. To take her breast in my mouth like a ripe fruit and make her scream. It is one of those moments I live for. But I also like to tease. When we both reach the point that we can’t take it any longer I finally close my lips around her nipples. Sucking, biting, worshipping each in turn. Her body bucks and she twines her fingers in my hair, forcing me harder against her while guiding my free hand lower. It doesn’t work, though. I planned this trip, so I lead. I keep my hand on the flat planes of her belly and caress little earthquakes to the surface. Making her whimper. My mouth follows eagerly. I’m almost there.
But first the vast, white expanse of her stomach. Kissing, caressing, breathing, making the muscles under me clench and her breathing grow hard and ragged. I tumble in her belly button but come back up fast when I hear her whispered plea. Truth be told, I long for it too. I know what treasure awaits me and I need it. So I hurry through a forest of red that tickles my face to the most precious place on earth, my fountain of youth.
I hold still for a moment, breathing in the scent and savoring the view. She’s overflowing. Her need is just as great as mine so I drink, sucking my way through her folds, searching. My lover arches her back and presses against my face, trying to guide me to her last treasure. Her pearl of need. I can’t help but smile. She’s magnificent, and although I want to stay here and keep her like this forever, I know I can’t. So I plunge my fingers into her, filling her, while taking her clit between my lips, sucking hard. She shouts my victory, her muscles clenching around my fingers. I have never seen a more beautiful sight and it breaks my heart every time. My goddess, my adventure, my fountain of youth. So strong and fierce, so full of life but so vulnerable. She is the only one that takes me to these places and shows me things no one else has ever seen.
My fingers stay inside her, not ready to leave yet, while the rest of me travels back up. I kiss her, long and slow, celebrating my return. She holds my face in her hands, tenderly tracing the contours, telling me she loves me as I slip out of her. I sigh with content and wonder how anyone could find this boring.
Strands of liquid fire dance across my breasts as she straddles me with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
I grin. Oh no, my life isn’t boring.