...Hope All the Sperm Died

He looked at me and I at him. At that point in time I knew we would be together. Sexually that is. As I gazed into his eyes, I knew he had a yearning for me. He yearned my soul, spirit, mind, and body. He yearned for me. I wanted to feel his member in me instantly, but I am a lady about mine. I let him take control. As he kiss, licked, and bit various parts of my body, it made me want him more.

~Why did I get my self into this position? I remembered what happened last time. We got a little too excited and it was the whole pregnancy scare. I was smart though. Researched about the rhythm method and got a female contraceptive. Pretty interesting. You insert the gel into your vagina and it acts as a spermicide (for one hour) killing any sperm before it potentially meets an egg- thus lessening the potential of becoming pregnant.~

We continued to nibble each other and then it was obvious that it was about that time. As he pulled off my panties and I his briefs, time could not move fast enough. He entered me instantly. We were connected. I felt him, he felt me. We explored one another until our bodies could do no more. As I straddled him, he hammered himself in me until I could take it no more. Neither could he, so he and I...at the same time. Came.

As I reflected on the contraceptive of choice... one thought...

"I hope all that sperm died!"

The End.

A cute little post. I could be talking about me... or not.

~Beingwithamanisfine,youjusthavetoknowhe'stheone~