stages

we talked about anticipation, preparation, inspection, even a bit (maybe more, a lot more) about fornication, and eventually relaxation.
and now, sad to say, we were still in the anticipation stage. maybe, maybe in time, we get beyond, well beyond.

assume the position

so here's my choice of position for tonight's (maybe other nights but for discussion purposes here, we'll say tonight's) sleep, had we the good fortune of getting to that point:
we'd be laying on our left side, your disarmingly luscious left cheek would be in my left hand, slightly cupping you there, my right arm would be draped around your side, lightly held in place between your knees. my now half-masted cock would rest between your unparalleled cheeks, my head would be tucked into your neck, inhaling your scent. our breathing would be returning to normal. we'd have soft sated smiles on our faces, i would (probably) try to say something mildly witty (or so i think) and you might respond a tad (a chuckle maybe, that's all i'd want) and we'd slip off into the night.
in time, we'd roll apart, separate, re-connect but that would be a helluva way to slide off into zzzzz's.

by the way, that left side thing, totally negotiable, i'm ambidextrous in sleepland.

her words?

she told me that i was too much for her, or maybe it was that i was not enough, i don't remember exactly.
she told me that she'd prefer that i'd leave, post-sex; or she may have asked me to stay, as long as i wished.
she called out "more, more, more", unless it was "no, no, no."
she told me that she loved me, and she told me that she didn't love me. or need me.

inflight

so, as i reach a height of 37k ft overhead i imagine far more enjoyable heights at sea level, preferably yours. it’s not difficult to envision, being side by side with you (rather than side by seat with this young gorilla who tells me that he’s taken a couple of valium cause he’s afraid of heights and is now leaning well into me as his drugs (prescribed or otherwise) have taken full effect and i have considerably less shoulder room than i started with, which was not significant at the outset (his friggin’ head is almost on my shoulder)), so back to me and you.
so where i want to be it in the prone position, my thinking at this time is on my side, you on your back, me taking in your profile, your shape, doing what i would if i were a sculptor; shaping you exactly like you are, smoothing your skin, feel my hands follow this form (yours) that’s what i want. and then using your one of the sexual accessories that you’ve garnered over time, i might see how this feels, do tell, does a vibrator tease and tickle, even massage you as it is sometimes advertised as it takes a slow and meandering tour of you upward starting here at your knee. and it rolls around your thigh and you bring your legs together, it can give you a rather randy double thighed mini rub, eh? your purrs suggest you concur with those advertising boasts.
and you part your legs just enough so that i can travel northerly (note: directions may vary depending our geographical location, but you get the idea.) and my here i suggest a blindfold perhaps to lessen the potential for visual distraction, so, given agreement, i just need you pull your legs together a bit, i’ll have you hold this lovely vibrator right here at your delta, “mmmm” you say, and i slide this silky scarf over your eyes like so. ok, back to where we were, me toy-touring you. and you like this, i think that you like it a lot, and my tongue, mouth and lips join in the side by side fun with kisses and tongues teases here and here, as i vibrate into you a bit and your thighs, hips belly, roll w/synchronized approval.
and because i want to and can, given your present position, i coo soft blatherings into your ear, nothing too distracting, maybe some ear-tongue touring, and move on, you appreciate the effect of a well-placed tongue on your nipple, all the while your vibrator is deepening (!) your pleasure, i get the sense that O #1 is approaching, and yes, “we have lift-off”, your bottom is raised off the bed and your moans inform all present (you/me) that pleasure is at hand (actually hand/vibe) and so you receive this gratification (orgasm 1 is history) and i continue with more and you feel me hard against your bum (your glorious bum) and i match your rhythms and after pleasuring you like this for a bit, i slide this (your) leg beside me up a bit a which allows me to slide into you, and you are a very wet you. “mmmm”s (from all involved) ensue.
and you rock up down sideways around and i match your every move, cock in you/vibe with hand on yours and we thrust and move and roll into each other again and again and again and again, and again and again, as long as it suits us, which is quite some time, i don’t pay attention to time, just me matching your moves, and at times your hand falls on me guiding me, almost, not quite, and then slips away grabs the sheets, and at times you have a soft smile, that becomes a grimace that changes again, and again, and at times i move close, closer still to you, kiss your cheek and then slide back allowing you your darkened space, just my hands and cock in and on you, and we dance this dance into/along with each and it’s one after the other after the other until we’re as sated as we want to be for this ride. mmmm what a ride.
needless to say, well-deserved embraced snoozing follows.