MOUNDS OF FIREWOOD (February 16, 2019)
My beloved drove us to Motovun. Tranquility is her top prize. But the fireplace crowns her visit, for which purpose I have recently acquired mounds of firewood.
Addendum (February 17, 2019)
As I write, my beloved is on her way back to Zagreb. This visit was wonderful. There was much love between us, and there were no tiffs worth mentioning. This morning was quite special. One more time, I wished us to make love, but she cautioned me against it on account of my recent problems with prostate and bladder (“The Catheter Blues,” January 28, 2019). I should let things be for a while, she argued endearingly. Once I am in good shape again, we will make love. Although I did not agree with her, for I felt more than well, I let it be.
Before we got up this morning, I told her that I adored her and that I wished to bow in front of her cunt. She stretched out on her back, raised her legs high, and spread them open. I kneeled between her legs, and bowed in front of her cunt. And then I climbed on top of her and started kissing her. My prick was erect, and her cunt was wet. By and by, I entered her. I did not pump, but I drove deeper and deeper into her. It was wonderful. Nay, divine. “I adore you,” I kept whispering into her ear. “I want us to become one.” And I came close to tears at some point. Overwhelmed by love, I caressed her head with passion.
It will be good to get together again, and I hope this will be soon enough. I wish us to make love every day, all day. I wish to caress my beloved for hours. I wish to hold her head in my firm hands. And I wish to be in her for ever and ever. I wish her to have millions of orgasms as I pump ever so slowly, until we cannot tell any longer who is who. I wish us to be one and the same. Yes, I am very much in love. Even more, I am love itself. My beloved’s cunt is the center of my world, as I love to whisper into her ear whenever I get a chance. I wish us to stay together till my last breath. I adore her. And I am not exaggerating, either. My love for my beloved is the size of the universe entire. Period.