SensualSecrets

I was so young, 15 years old. I was full of love, silly and fun. I was Innocence with a "Splash Of Red!"

Its summer break and a summer that still lives in my mind. I am walking home from a friend's house, looking at the cement sidewalk and all the deep cracks that lie imbedded within. I hear the pedals of a bike and look up. I see him from behind - his long, dark black, shiny hair, a white muscle shirt, Levi's and tennis shoes. He makes a quick u-turn. He's Indian; he is fire in my eyes! His skin is light but glows, his cheekbones are so chizzled, and his chin is bold and dimpled, and his lips, his lips are the reason my favorite color is red.

He skids his bike over to me and says "Hi!" Hmmm, I thought, is he talking to me? I am pretty but shy, smart but naive. I said hi back in my little girl voice, names were exchanged and my life was forever changed. It was instant attraction right from the start, and for that one summer he was my heart. We played in the grass, we laughed from our belly and we talked and talked without any fear. Our minds were infused it was so very clear. We sometimes stared into another's brown eyes, with no words to be spoken. He was "peace", he was one with me. We kissed for hours, and hours, I could not keep away.

It happened on night at a park by my house on a hill with a blanket, I never threw out. I can still smell the grass, I can still hear the crickets, and in my dreams I still lay on his chest. He was 18 and experienced, and what some would call a bad boy. I was so pure, and unbitten by the cruelties this world can sometimes throw your way. This night was not planned, never discussed. I had his respect, his soul was kind he made me a woman, and I have no regrets still to this time.

He knew what he was doing and I did not care he was so fucking sexy, he could have had horns and a tail. He stood up from the blanket, removed his shirt and knelt down before me. His large hands grabbed my long brown hair and made a pony tail, his full red lips kissed my neck ever so gently. He slowly took off my shirt, I was trembling inside and my body was shaking - this was my first time, and a part of me he was taking. He took off my bra and threw it like a rag doll to the side. I had never shown my breasts to a man before. My breasts are large, round and perfect, and I could tell by the look on his face he was hot, and no time did he waste. He took my breasts into his hands caressing them and twisting my nipples ever so gently, and soon he was sucking like a madman gone crazy. He kissed every part of my body, and touched me in all the right ways. He slowly slid himself in me; the only words spoken were "you are so wet". We made love, and he laid inside me afterwards as we kissed for hours. We made love over, and over and over. Sad but true - he has been my best yet to this day.

This true story ends, with him getting in trouble and sent away. He came to my house late one night, said he had some trouble and had to leave for awhile. My heart was crushed; he was my first love and maybe my one true soul mate. Tears streamed down my face, as I cried like a baby. He sternly told me, like never before to stop as he turned to walk away. I ran to him and held him so tight - he turned away because his tears he could not hide. We cried as we made love one last time. This is the last time I saw him. I still remember him walking away, his face shiny with tears, and his long hair blowing in the wind. He told me he loved me and always will. He hopped on a train and left to Trinidad. He promised to write, and was true to his word, not a day went by without a letter from him. I heard from a friend that he came back to Denver asking for me, but I was in a relationship. I tried finding him a couple of times, but there is no trace of him.

I am so old now, I am 36. Still full of love, silly and fun, but not so innocent due to damage the world has done. I might add that I am quite a bit wilder in the sex game of life.

I dream of "My Spirit In the Wind" often. I come to him on a white horse, with nothing on except for the beaded RED necklace he gave me so many years ago, and I say "Come, Come with me, let's ride on our horse, and play in the grass, let's smile together like we did in the past. He grabs my leather whip and hops on the horse, his long jet black hair blowing in the wind..............

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A Splash Of Red!