Reaching Higher Ground in Colorado

A bath, followed by a steaming-standing, shoulder massage of water-jets, hammering out tight bands and soothing neck muscles. A well lit room with late afternoon diffused sunlight, streaming in across white linens and crisp white pillows, lay in wait for my naked, horny body, to drop slowly amid soft slumber and drift into the quietness of relaxed (ME). My nether regions still glowing with infused heat from the bath, laid low, hanging comfortably between loins, the bulbous conical shape reacting to a steady warm flow of engorging blood, began its uphill climb and softly stretched inside of upper thighs. Colorado light, puffed in a smoky whisper descended and raised euphoria extending girth and lengthening beauty with a purple smile. A nudge below, an opening quietly inviting rigid form to delve gently and kiss the nerve-ways en route to glorious sustained shivers of bliss, a non-stop tapping of exquisite rapture taking over, taking control and cycling a carnival of self-love over a landscape of spinal, organic wonderment. Colorado changed everything, Colorado expedited relaxation and contributed deeply to one of the most outstanding Super O's I've ever experienced.