The Back Man And His Touches

(Warning : May be difficult for some readers to read. Not much mature content but a very romantic love.) Love? It's not so easy thing to start with after all, not so easy to talk and not at all easy to describe. . . . The squelching and slamming sounds of flesh against eachother fueled their hearts. The heavy breaths and rapid heart beats echoed in the room. The sticky fluids and sweat squirting through narrow holes regardless the chilly room with air conditioner. The twitching and shivering are the only talks left behind under the sheets. The loud moans and negligible groans in pleasure checked out to the living room. The ramming into the hole is beyond description. The pleasure eloping the pain is the only glitch. . . . I don't understand him. He makes me wear clothes when he takes them off. He makes me talk when he silence me with his intense kisses. He makes me wear panty when he peeks behind them. He brings me chocolate when he don't let me eat it. He don't like to eat chocolate but apply on my body and licks it. Is he licking the chocolate or me? He zips my zipper on dresses when he takes it off himself whenever he wants. He don't want me to go out but he take me out with all long dresses. BACK MAN AND HIS TOUCHES Ever wondered, the person you love, loves you from back. Won't allow you to touch him. Won't allow you to look at him while he is making love to you. But he loves you unconditionally. To say more precisely, he can give up his life for you. But... The desire inside you is horsing up from the depths of your heart. The desire to monopolize him. The desire to touch him to your heart's content. The desire see him when he is in deep love with you. Then, how to describe this kind of love? Will you give up to his fantasy and proceed with him? Or will you revolt and make him strangle with your touches and looks? What to say? Will agony engulf you or anger?