Exposed fantasies

Often do I relish one of my fantasies more than the others.

For it is on a forlorn island, my first lovemaking!

Postured with him under the moonlight along the shore,

the pleasure ensembling to the rhythm of the crashing waves,

the muffled voices carried by the chirping of the birds,

to be lost somewhere in the thin air of the ocean. 

For it is on the forlorn island, my first lovemaking!

He shouldn't tell me!

"I am not a paper" I murmured in his ears as he furthered his fingers into me. In the pleasure of getting loved, it all came back in a flashback, consider a pen entering a paper dear, the pen doesn't get affected but the paper does and the pleasure interfered with the fury erupting inside. And yet with another guy, next night, I was enjoying, unashamedly.