Essay on writing difficulties and rewards.
Lightly touching my fingertips in a slow, steady motion, Charlie fills my mind with desires. I move closer to him, wanting to move faster but knowing that a steady pace is for my own good. Lingering momentarily, he kisses my ring finger, then the index finger on my other hand. Charlie is too good at involving every part of me. He brushes my middle finger as love leaves my mind.
Faster now, I can’t control the burning I feel inside. I want to slow down and savor the moment but my hands refuse to be still. I’m so close. I can feel the end coming. I want it. I can’t slow down. Then, nothing.
Nothing happens. My body and mind are frozen in time. Not wanting to lose the possibility, I begin to move my hands. Slowly, my fingers caress Charlie’s body. At this point, any thought in action is worth the effort. I have to keep moving. As long as I am teasing Charlie, the flow will revive. I fantasize about my deepest desires. As great as he is, Charlie is not enough for me. I need to include my thoughts and dreams as we commune. I close my eyes and use only my hands to convey my images to Charlie. He understands and responds in kind.
The moment starts slow enough, but again, I get too excited and can’t hold back. “Slow and steady,” I tell myself, but my heart is pounding so hard in my crowning chest. I try to pull back but am too late. I’m too close. So close.
I feel the end is coming. I’m going to make it this time. I move faster, ready for the first of many climaxes I will feel in this adventure. One. Two. With the third, hard and swift strike, Chapter One is saved on my irreplaceable computer that I call Charlie.