It’s been ages…literally…maybe like 10 years…since any man paid that much attention to my body.
Paid attention to my soul, checked in on energy levels, communed with my spirit, communicated freely.
I tell you my desire and you don’t hesitate to fulfill it. I feel no shame asking for what I need.
You listen attentively, you encourage me to put away shyness, saying it’s a cover for people not wanting to confront their social anxiety.
I lie there marveling that for once sex is truly all about me.
Musings of An African Woman 
Enjoy!
This is a beautiful series of posts, dear Kuukua. ❤
Thanks friend. I’m glad you like them. I’m having fun with the “scheduler” (is that a word?)