i have this very naughty fantasy about my pretty wife. Sometimes in our everyday happy somewhat average lifes I look at her and all of a sudden out of the blue I am reminded of how extraordinarily beautifull she is. It happens often. Today it was the curls that happened from the splashes from sailing that I lifted of her slightly sunburned neck. Under these curles that escaped her natural blond hear bun I found something I find particularly sexy, something I pleaded for yesterday, something I emediately knew was especially for me. The litle black knot of her bikini straining under her large, full, big nipled and very very natural titts. She is a lot younger than me, 11 years. This keeps me in a state of want. I want her conversation, her attention, her approval, her genuine love, her burning wet tongue tipped kisses, her world shattering clenching orgasms. O how spectacular her orgasms. One is never enough. I love seeing her in the swoon of such pleasure. Swoon! Such a beautifull word to describe what her skin, her muscles, herself undergoes. The word I picked up in varsity art lectures about baroque sculptures. Sculptures swooning. The lecturer was a feminist and taunting the artist in a somewhat arrogant manner with hints of needing our intellectual approval firmly stated "of coarse real woman never will swoon like this" referring to the old master's swooning masterpiece. I beg to differ. She swoons alright. If I'm very carefull in my preperation, the same as any woman, everything must be just right. Nothing left to allow her mind to suffer even the slightest of distraction. There I may begin and If I touch gently enough, carefully like writing that first precisely articulated love letter to your first crush you never got to kiss. Such I touch, such does she swoon... Of coarse i entirely forgot to tell about my naughty litle fantasy. I probably shouldn't but i promise i will write very soon.