There was something about that moment.

There was something about that moment when, as I sat on the bed and you went to your knees before me, no pushing, no asking, just naturally kneeling there before me.

The was something about that moment as I looked you straight in the eye, as you lowered your gaze and gently whispered "I want to be yours".


There was something about that moment I gripped your hair in a tightening fist and bought your mouth to meet my own, kissing you, tasting you, biting your lip as I felt it swell with each bite, with each kiss, with every moment I devoured your mouth.

There was something about that moment - that moment as I removed the belt from your trousers.  as my mind and body flooded with a multitude of feelings that I wanted to hurt you.  That moment when you knew what my mind was thinking. When you knew what I wanted and yet it was far from what you wanted and yet, it was that moment that you offered yourself to me. 

There was something about that moment when you looked at me and your words screamed "I trust you" that moment when your words so simple made a statement so big it not only took my breath away, it filled my heart with a sense of warmth and sent a longing soaring through my body straight to the depths of me.

There was something about that moment.  

It's where it has all truly begun.