The Steam Room

Exusted we wake up, Hours after our love. we relize we don't have to Go to a gym to work out, Because when we are in the mood, We make our own steam room. I remeber the last one: I came home to find you, In nothing but a t-shirt. You were in the bathroom undressing, Getting ready for your shower. watching you turned me on so much I joined you, I remember: Goosebumps tackled our senses, when the water touched our skin. Trembling gasping for air, And we had not yet touched. I came in behind you, And watched your curves all the way down. Your back taunting, so I gently put my arm around you. You rubbed hard backing into me, Making me gasp and moan with, The intense sensation of you essence. We moved slowly together feeling every second of bliss. God I wanted to scream to touch and feel you. hard, and harder I got until, My bulge pushed you farther away. I knelt down and kissed your neck, Al the while we never stopped moving together in sensuale, Sweet harmony. Water cascaded over us, we barley noticed. still kissing your neck, my hand went over your firm ass. Making you moan and purr in the sensation. My other hand caressing your soft breast. From your neck gently I went down your back kissing your spine, making you tingle all the way down. Your sweet moans and purrs making me even harder. Then you turn, and our tounges caress and go into a sensual rage. I pull your heavy wet hair from your face, As you start goig down on me. When your lips touched my bulge, I almost fell quacky in the kneess. The pleasure torture,and torture pleasure. My hands grasped the shower curtain, Trying desperately to hold off from overflowing, And water dropping over you white. Then You come up from air both of us swallowing water. gasping we embrace agin. But this time My bulge ready to explode, plunges deep within your warm velvety bliss. We move together in ectasy, trying not to drown, Remembering to breath only when out of air. You bend over pulling off the shower curtain. with you bent over I get on my knees, and pump faster. long strokes getting harder and harder and harder still. Our moans become louder and louder and louder still. You yell go baby go, and I say yes baby yes. My throbbing bulge explodes with a torrent of white rain, And with in you you fire back both of us making the sounds, Of sex ahh. ahh. Our whole bodies tremble to tired to turn off the water. So hot water only boils, For this is our Steam Room. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 10:00 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester   18 • 0 • 16