I am in love, Don Quixote has not only gotten on her horse but is riding into the sunset. Don’t worry my friends I am not going to bore you with the romantic doings of my life, but as always depending on where I am in life, my view can be colored by what is before my eyes.

So, as I was talking to my new love, she asked,” do you snuggle? “I thought for a moment, and thought, then I asked her, do I? Woody Allen once stated, “Remember if you smoke after sex, you’re doing it too fast.”  We have gotten together on these weekly chats and have discussed fore play, real play, so what about that moment, that moment after you have gotten your jollies, a smile is upon your face, your body is still twitching from the aftershock of that great, big, O. What do we do?

After much thought on this, I have come to this conclusion, I sometimes snuggle. It depends on, well it just depends. I was about to say if it is a rowdy romp, a grab a snatch, then no, but that’s not always the case. I can remember standing in the ,kitchen door way, and as she went to the kitchen to grab something, I wanted her, at that moment I wanted her more than anything to eat, or drink, so I took her. Foreplay was at a minimum I think if you asked her she would say the act of me taking her was the foreplay. But after wards as we lay upon the floor halfway between living and feeding rooms, my breathing heavy, the sweat trickling down from my nose to my breast as if it was a lover caressing me in this after math, my weight upon her, it was then that if you had asked me where I begin, and she ended I would not have been able to tell you. We laid there for a while, I capturing her breathing, her heart beat to some internal device that captures these moments to bring them up within my memory catalog. I snuggled. There was no jazz playing in the back ground, no bedroom flooded in candle light, or enveloped in the scent of roses, no nothing so romantic, we fucked. Pure animal desire, primal, but oh how I lost myself in that moment.

Now there are other times , the more romantic, making love moments, where the dance of our love making goes for hours. The crescendo of our orgasms fills the room, and probably the neighbors as well, and upon the last sigh, the last note hit in that symphony, all I want to do is look at her. I don’t want to snuggle. My flesh is on fire it can’t taking being touched, I just want to look at her, To watch her lay there in the afterglow of orgasms and just, well…….

Of course there are those moments and she can contest to these where I just break up laughing. Its not that I find it funny that we just rolled around naked, or as I say it neked. My large breasts pounding upon her flesh as I try…try to be as boi as I can be. Or I am not laughing at my clumsy attempts to maneuver my body just right so that this purple appendage will provide the ultimate pleasure for her. No these are not the reasons for my bursts of laughter, or the exclamation of SHAZAM spewing from my lips. Nope it is simple, I am happy. I have just had an incredible orgasm, and she as well, hey of course she has, this is my story, my column she has had an amazing earth shattering, leave you quivering orgasm, and yes like Tarzan swinging in the jungle does his call, I will yell Shazam. I will then proceed to go do the after orgasm pee, afterwards stopping into the kitchen for some water, I mean you have to refill the well. So, no snuggle, I may get back in bed and we may proceed to talk about childhood wishes, or the beauty she sees when she looks at the people she loves, or why I believe in God, but not religion, we are intimate.

So what can I tell you, the after snuggle can come from a quick unexpected fuck, or also be not a physical full body snuggle but from intimate words coming from the heart, or a crazy Shazam and a heart felt laugh, or after a romantic interlude you may get, “I have got to pee like a rushing race horse”, and a scream of Shazam that would make Tarzan blush. But she gets me, we mesh, and the after snuggle well it may come from just being too tired to get up. Or is the snuggle not after sex, but before, during those moments when she looks at me and I slip my arms around her waist pulling her into me, or the slide of my hand into hers as you walk across a market place. So my conclusion; I snuggle.