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    Love Revisited – Coming Home Part 1

    As my arms enveloped her, drawing her in, willing her to let it go, let be, Ive got you, she trembled and whispered, you feel so good I could feel her start to melt into me, and in that instant I knew deep within my being this moment was long from being over. An invisible hand reached in and flipped the passion switch of my heart into high gear. As my fingertips touched her lips, I felt my knees grow weak, and the liquid heat of my passion began to ooze from within and dampen – no, soak my panties. When my lips touched hers I thought Bette would puddle to the floor – she looked so overwhelmed and yet euphoric that we had reached this place. That beautiful face, that look, this feeling of want and unbridled desire were welcome guests along this hard traveled road of hurt we both have journeyed. All my want went into that next kiss. No holding back as my tongue lightly grazed her bottom lip requesting entrance. Bette was letting me lead the way. Permission granted, captain of my heart, and so deeply kissed her and explored her mouth, drinking in the taste of her, that I felt as if my lungs were going to collapse. She returned that kiss with what felt like all of what she verbally couldnt say – or what I had not allowed her to say – all her love for me, only me.

    Our tongues met in warmth and frenzy. It was a familiar dance known only to my Bette and me. No other in my lifetime, straight or *****, including whatever it is Im sharing with Helena at this point, has ever stirred my feelings, caused my pulse to race as fast, aroused my deepest sexual feelings and caused my lust and love levels to rise to such an uncontrollable high as my Bette.

    The air was becoming thick with the smoldering heat emanating from our bodies. This has to move on to somewhere where were not vertical because we are both quickly losing the ability to remain standing. Somehow we made it into the bedroom. Our clothes became mismatched piles on the floor. The need to be skin to skin, breast to breast, ***** to ***** was overpowering. It was as if this was the first time or the very last time we would experience one another and we were going for the gold. The easiest position for me was to straddle Bettes lap. Bettes hands were on my ***** gently kneading causing my nipples to become rock hard instantaneously. She slowly inched down to kiss my belly so lovingly I thought I would cry. Tilting her head up and my hands on either side of her face I began kissing her deeply and she returning my kisses at a fever pitch. God, I needed to feel her inside me.

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