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The Intimacy We Finally Share

Posted on November 7, 2009 12:00 am by Veronica

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Intimacy.

The dictionary tells us that it refers to "the feeling of being in a close personal association and belonging together.” In human relationships, the level of intimacy varies from couple to couple, and sometimes, intimacy can sidestep formalities...blurring the fine, fine line between lust and love.

In my case, intimacy is a mixture of unrefined emotions—infatuation, fear, longing, confusion, lust, caring, love(?)—that came thundering down on that rainy Friday night in Paranaque.

His kisses have always spelled hunger and longing; his lips, soft as they are, would sometimes turn cold and distant; his hands, now caressing my lower back, are anxious and probing.

The bottle of red wine was half finished, the glasses were set aside. We found ourselves moving toward his bedroom while our lips were still locked in torrid kisses. I was half dazed, half intoxicated, but I know what I was doing...what this was leading to. And I wanted it.

I found myself on his bed...under him...his weight weighing me down on the cushions…his hardness pressing down on my thighs. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

This is it, right?

I wanted him. I wanted this.

No matter how vague. No matter how dangerous it is to travel that road.

Right here, right now, nothing else exists but the two of us. It felt right and wrong at the same time.

It hurt. The first time he entered me.

I let out a small cry of pain. He asked if I was okay. I nodded.

He was on top of me...his broad shoulders pinning me down on the bed. I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stop myself from shouting. It was so painful that my eyes started to water.

But I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him inside me like this. I wanted him to take me like this. Hard. Probing. Angry.

He was calling my name as his hands continued to explore my body. His lips pressed hard on mine. Anxious. Craving.

I came twice that night and it shook my entire body. When he came, I felt his body shake and he collapsed on top of me for a while. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. Spent. Exhausted.

That was the first time I slept with Matt.

And the first time I spent the night at his place.

It’s funny how I remember the morning after. I dreamed of a three-cheese omelet.

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