I was flaccid when she straddled me last night. She was saying goodnight on her elbows and knees, but I got bigger and bigger as I rubbed her shoulders and her bum. At first I caressed her clitoris with the head of my penis, then I started poking her, and at last I entered her. She came alive at once. Soon she was sitting on top of me. Impaled, she ground her pelvis with ever-greater vigor. Her eyes closed, her lips parted, her face was beatific. The visible patch of her pubic hair moved back and forth faster and faster. Her shapely belly and wonderful breasts in constant motion completed the picture. “You are glorious,” I kept telling her. Every orgasm made her more beautiful, too. “You are glorious,” I slapped her behind every now and then. When I turned her on her back and entered her again, she looked into my eyes: “We are glorious.” How right she was. Our love is simply amazing. And so is our lovemaking.