I recently shared my first experience with sex. I told you about the horror of it and how I didn't feel the great earth-shattering feeling that many think they'll  experience when having sex for the first time.

Now I want to share a totally different experience. I want to share with you the first time I made love.

Believe it or not, it was just three years ago when I first felt the beauty that can be felt from sharing something so deep and profound.

Now I know that many of you- especially you guys are thinking that I losing it. You think that having sex and making love are the same thing. Well there is a very profound difference. The desires of the flesh are a far cry from the fulfillment of the soul.

it was a warm summer day about three and a half years ago. I had know him for about three months, and he was everything that I thought I wanted in a man. He was handsome. He was caring and compassionate. He was perfect.

We had been dancing around the subject of sleeping together for quite some time, and this time, there was nothing hindering pull of desire between us.

He kissed me and pulled me close to him. It was perfect. I could feel the heat of that kiss kiss spread from my lips through my body all the way down to the ends of my toenails. It was like nothing I'd ever felt in my life.

I wanted to pull away just because I knew that the power behind that kiss would take me to places that I was not sure that I was ready for, but I refused to back down. I wanted more.

As we made our way to the bedroom, we made quick work of removing our clothes and laid on the bed. I waited for him to climb on top of me and get ready take me, but he chose to forgo his pleasure for a while to grant me something mine. He kissed me and touched me all over making me feel more beautiful and loved than I ever felt before. He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts, my bellybutton, and lower. I caught my breathe as he nuzzles his head between my thighs.

this brought me more joy than I had ever thought possible. Now I had been intimate with a man before, but nothing like this. The lusty, heated, hurry-up-and-get-it-done sex that I was used to paled in comparrison next to the sensations that were coursing through my body at that moment. I was in love, and I was being loved.

After I climaxed with only the joys of foreplay taking me to new heights, I was ready for the main event. He lay on top of me, and when our bodies joined in the age-old ritual of love, a spellbinding sense of completion washed over. We were not just joining bodies. We were joining souls. For one brief moment, our souls touched, and we were two parts of the same being.

Afterwards, as we aly basking in the glow of our love-making, we knew that from that moment on there was no other for either of us. Our destinies were entertwined forever.

Maybe this seems like a bunch of hogwash straight from the pages of a romance novel, but this is a real and accurate account. Since that day, there has been no other, and there will not be another that can take me to the height of passion like he has time and time again over the past three years. My heart opened that day, and it is something that I will never forget.

I share this because as I read over the accounting of my and my fellow hubber's bad experiences with sex, I wanted to show that there are times when something beautiful can be found when two bodies join together as one.

I await your opinions, your comments, and hopefully your stories as well.

Tootles!!