Closer

This is awesome. She should read that out loud and record it and send it to me.

The closest I ever came to writing about sex was when nothing had actually happened:

"As she lay in my arms she turned her face towards mine, touching my cheek with hers. I felt her warm breath on my mouth. Her eyes unmistakably asked if I wanted to kiss her. And God knows I wanted it, but I told myself to take things slowly. So instead I held her hand a little stronger, pressed my body a little tighter against hers. And she responded in the same manner. This felt good. This felt right."

(bruchpilot webdesign, 9 March 2003)

This was my only night with her. I later learned that she wasn't looking for anything serious, just something for one night. She would have saved me a lot of heartache if she had just said so.