I was sitting at my desk the other day thinking of a rendezvous, and I got a visual of a man entering a woman (I was pretty distracted). At the same time, I thought of the twitter trending topic #TheMoment. Those two thoughts formed the first written line of this narrative — #TheMoment: You’re waiting for him to enter you. Then I thought about all the conversation and foreplay that typically leads up to that moment — of waiting — for him to enter you. Scrawling on the back of random sheets of paper, I laid out a roadmap of emotions and thoughts that arise along the journey to physical intimacy. Insert yourself into the story, imagine it different ways, and feel it…. Enjoy #TheMoment!
#TheMoment: You spot him in the distance. Perhaps at the other end of the bar.
#TheMoment: You realize he sees you.
#TheMoment: You feel the first spark. Perhaps your nipples become erect. Your orchid feels a little more moist than usual.
#TheMoment: He’s within a foot of you and you feel his energy. It’s pleasing.
#TheMoment: You feel yourself becoming more and more open to feeling and receiving his energy. You can tell by his gaze, the feeling is mutual. Your heart beats faster. You smile from ear to ear, forgetting everyone else in the room for a second.
#TheMoment: You share flirtatious words and exchange numbers and social networking info. “What’s your twitter?”
#TheMoment: He leaves and you wonder if you’ll ever see him again.
#TheMoment: Your thoughts become sexual: Umph – If I do see him again, am I gonna fuck him? Can he really get it?
#TheMoment: You confirm your nasty thoughts and begin plotting. Internally: Damn….. ummm, he can definitely get it. Where we gon do it at? What should I wear? Should I be coy, or should put it on his ass? Should I shave it bare, get a Brazilian wax — or keep it nappy and bushy? And then – Damn, he could be ‘the one.’ Maybe I should take it slow in case he is. Feel him out. See what he’s really looking for.
#TheMoment: You get the first text or phone call.
#TheMoment: You catch yourself blushing with your whole body again. You nipples stand at attention. You feel tingly all over.
#TheMoment: You begin letting your guard down to get to know him. Is he married? Does he have children? What does he do for a living?
#TheMoment: You meet again. Dinner, drinks and soothing conversation.
#TheMoment: You decide you really like him.
#TheMoment: You find yourself thinking about him all day – can’t wait to see him again. A few more dates pass. Strolls in the park. Poetry after dark…
#TheMoment: You’re both longing for a kiss – to feel each other’s warm lips, and press your bodies together. You’ve been wondering what he’s working with. And he’s been desperate to enter you from day one.
#TheMoment: He exposes himself to you. You’re sitting in the car long after dinner is over. He’s in the driver’s seat.
#TheMoment: You begin mentally comparing his to others stems you’ve seen. Short and thick, long and thick, pencilish, crooked to the right – or to the left, loose and long nut sack – or testicles hugged tight to the body. Circumcised or not. Multicolored? Round hole or a split.
#TheMoment: Foreplay moves beyond wordplay and tongueplay to fingerplay, and perhaps suckplay.
#TheMoment: You want to feel him inside you – more than you’ve ever desired before. But you decide to keep his hard body at bay for another date or so. Just to prolong the tension and feel really “sure” about him.
#TheMoment: Your pussy begins to THROB and you give in – to the notion – that it’s just fuckin.
#TheMoment: You’re laying on your back – exposed. Cheeks against the sheets. Bald. Bushy. Nappy. Or scarce. Lips parted. Orchid in full bloom. Nectar flowing. Legs beyond shoulder width apart. The backs of your willing knees resting on either of his full forearms.
#TheMoment: You realize it’s really about to go down. He stares into your eyes. He leans over your body to swallow your breasts. Lick your tongue with his tongue. Suck your lips.
#TheMoment: You’re waiting for him to enter you. You think “kiss me and enter me at the same time.” You say “Baby…” He asks “Yes?” You whisper “Baby…” and firmly press his hips toward you. He knows what you want.
#TheMoment: You feel the pleasing pressure of his crown against the outermost part of your lips.
#TheMoment: You forget everything except the impending peak. The oncoming high. Closer with every stroke. Every wad of white foam that gathers at the base of his shaft. The clock is not ticking. The moon’s not shining through the window. You’re no longer fertile. Only he can hear your moans. “Oh baby….! Oh my God…!”
#TheMoment: He picks up the pace. He’s brimming over. And so are you. Oh shit…!
#TheMoment: He kisses your neck and face, and holds you in his arms. You think back to the moment you spotted him. The moment you felt his energy. The moment he exposed himself. And back to the moment you’re in. The one you wanted to happen from the first.