The sound

Maybe, I'll discover more about my sexual preferences later, but for now I must say I prefer the sound. The soft tap of his testicles against mine is more than satisfying and the gentle smack of our lips as the stickily separate only garnishes whatever sexual tension was building before. We as love makers or fuckers are not angry, we may not even be in love, but it's the light in our eyes that make it right. It's the sound of the bed, our lips, our bodies, the covers rushing back and forth. 

We tumble in and out of position as he delves in and out of me and it's beautiful. The echo across my mind of myself moaning in sheer devotion to the act of making love is never ending. The more disgusting, dark parts of me want more than this simple bliss, but for now, it will do. For now, it is everything and it is what I have forever.