Nestled between my legs there is something very hard, but everywhere else my fingers find softness. A gentle hand cradles my head as our lips and hips meet. He smells like a mild day at the beach, yet his skin feels as though he’s just come in from lying under the sun. The other hand’s fingers find my bare breasts and pinch my nipples, causing me to break our kiss as I inhale sharply and breath out a long moan. My own fingers quickly find the area above where his hardness meets my softness and begin their frantic rubbing.

Fine brown hair carpets his thick thighs, back, chest and arms. My free hand holds him close to me and works its way up and down through the fuzz. I nuzzle his neck behind the ear where the skin is like that of a newborn. My eyelids are heavy with the malaise of lust, but I can make out the same fine brown hairs of his chest and arms also lining the lobes of his ears. I nibble at the dangling caramel lobes becoming flushed like ripe peaches that have not yet been picked. I feel myself becoming increasingly slick. My lips sense the fluttering of his heart filling up the hollow space between his neck and collar bone. The fluttering grows until it is more like our chest cavities hold two halves of the same thundering storm.

“Bite me,” he whispers, and I do. Suddenly lightening strikes, and we both stiffen as if shocked. As quickly as we stiffened, we go limp. I close my eyes and feel myself swimming both in blue green sheets but also in the wake of ripples of pleasure that emanate from just below my navel. What was hard becomes soft like the rest of us. His breath is but a trilling whistle in my ear, like a train on the horizon saying farewell.