Women have always been fascinating to me.

Years of medical studies had aroused the need for a special knowledge of the sexual physiology that was woman.

Relational failures had caused me to seek that which would make any woman satisfied since I had obviously been unable to satisfy my spouse with mere love, devotion and affection. Many years of personal investigation of the medical literature regarding a womans response to different stimuli had culminated into a body of knowledge that I was reserving for that person that would be my total completion.

That person who would love me for who and what I am, emotional and physical shortcomings included. And now, at this time, God blessed me with this lovely, vision of a person. She would reap my undying devotion, love, all my thoughts and would receive the rewards of my scholarship. I had an overwhelming desire to satisfy this beautiful woman like she had never been satisfied before. But lets go back some. A naive hello led to sweet conversations at the local bookstore.

With a latt in a reinforced cup being gently manipulated between her fingers - she had felt the need to gradually express her past victories, losses and disappointments from years gone by. Soon, our Sunday afternoon chance meetings turned into a ritual of sorts.

I would always clear my schedule, and she would hers, so that those afternoons would always be free for book browsing. Now it had come to a point where we would go to our favorite table, order the others favorite beverage and just wait for them to arrive.

Neither was ever disappointed by the absence of the other. It began with simple talk about job, family, education, politics and then more complex personal issues.

We quickly had grown close as friends and were beginning to trust each other with the vulnerability of our failures, fears and emotional collapses that had accrued over the years. We were not dwelling on them just merely noting them so that future exploits would not be a repetition of those unhappy times. Slowly, cautiously - she eventually began to unravel her sexual maelstroms. She had never been pleased by her former husband, though he would demand intercourse usually twice daily and especially after she had gone somewhere without him. Her reasoning for this bis in die sexual maltreatment by him was so that he could check up to see if she had known another man even during her briefest of absences. With time, she began to ignore the degradation of these check-ups, focusing her energies on her two young sons.

Getting them raised, she began to explore business ventures that would help satisfy the void where self-esteem was suppose to reside. After that union fractured by his infidelities while claiming she was always the infidel and, unbeknownst to her, his illegal activities, she had taken a lover.

She found no satisfaction there either - just rudimentary lust that was only a little more that what she had had in her marriage. The deep yearning for that completing person the one that brings unabashed, steadfast pleasure of knowing all is well with just a simple glance had escaped her and I. She had grown to the point where she had given up on knowing complete emotional bonding and the ecstasy of complete sexual release. That total release -- always discussed in womens magazines as if it was the realized norm for all women, when in actuality few women had experienced it in their lifetime had escaped her attempts at discovery.

Little did she know, it was now her time.

Spending several weeks with dinner conversations, theater-going, walks on beautifully moonlit beaches and caressing touches that told each other we were beginning to desire the yielding of our innermost parts, we planned a special long weekend together. Our initial memory-making visit would be to view the grandeur of the Great Smoky Mountains with privacy, trail walks and the occasional foray into the crowds of mountain visitors.

After arriving by plane, our rented Navigator took us to the mountain cabin that would be ours for the next four days. Beautiful vistas from the decks would be the source of wistful nightsongs lulling us to sleep in the later hours. Hot tubs for relaxation, fireplaces for chill-chasing and cooled wine for destruction of personally built walls were all part of this wonderful venue.

Expectations were mounting but with an inner knowledge that nothing would make these moments a disappointment.

The king size bed with beautiful country quilts and pillows was so inviting.

Items for entertainment were abounding.

The excellent thickly slated pool table was immaculate. Comfort measures were countless all to make this weekend the first of many wonderful memories shared with that other person that was holding our peaceful future gently in their hands.

Having spent the first day seeking those special purchases that we would want to remind us of this time for years to come, we returned to the cabin. We lustfully indulged in a slow shower that seemed to clean not just our external bodies but also our inner beings of all painful things past.

Forcefully restricting myself not to culminate the intention of my now horizontal manhood, I told her that I didnt want our first unity to be this way.

Gently guiding her, we landed on that sumptuous bed. As she looked with near-tearful but wanting eyes she knew inside that this was going to be like no experience - or even a softly dreamed fantasy that she had ever had before. The expectation was slowly going through her entire body. As we kissed softly then deeply, I lowered my mouth down her front, kissing and caressing her firmed nipples, glowingly soft skin, her navel and then over her pubic mound. Her soft, beautiful essence began to slightly make itself available to my lips as I gently caused a small vacuum around her personal placeoris.

That taste of her newly formed liquid in my mouth was as sweet as the first drops of the finest wine that had just burst forth in the Tennessee vineyards below. As the movements of my tongue began to explore around her enlarging personal placeoris, her torso began to just slightly rise and fall. She was beginning a journey that, in due time, she would never want to stop. At the very least she would want to visit this place again and again. Her sweet dew was expressing itself more and more now. Slowing her mind for just a moment, she realized that she had never been this wet before. This overwhelming desire to be taken and to have herself released was foreign to her. The unshackling of her mind, body and her luscious organs was beginning to take place. She returned to her desire for total exploitation of her inner parts. The essential oils of love-making were flowing wildly now like never before.

She loved that new found feeling she was having. The soft manipulation of her personal place was beginning to make her writhe with the first level of small explosions. Her pubic muscles were pulsating expectantly as I gently coaxed her with my tongue to release more and more of what she had kept inside for years.

She responded with an exploxive personal placeoral orgasm that thrusted her pelvis repetitively onto my lips begging for a deeper sucking of her inner recesses.

The gentle blowing on her personal place caused a rippling of pleasure into her love a tingling -- and she wanted more. Allowing my lips to climb to her face covered with her luscious fluids -- she wanted me to plunge my manhood into her previously shaking and throbbing love. She wanted to pleasure me by extracting the release of my juices into her. Thrusting into her mouth with my tongue and into her love with my length pounding on the opening to her womb like a delivery boy with a package she met ecstasy again, almost simultaneously, as all of my fluids were explosively injected into her. I softly whispered to her, You havent gone to the summit yet. Ill take you even higher. Slowly sliding my fulfilled manhood out as it was gently relieving small remnants of liquid along her beautiful lovel walls, inner and outer lips and her now calmed inner thighs, I gently wiped my excess from her beautifully reddened mount. Lightly kissing her neatly trimmed pubis and toying her crease between her thigh and lower abdomen caused flinches of excitation. I gently slid my index finger into her searching the front wall just above her relaxing love. Knowing what I was looking for, slowly I palpated with a swiping motion. She quivered. I had found it. I had discovered that wonderful, slightly tactilely different patch of feminine tissue that would become the gateway to her new experiences in pleasure. She immediately hesitated and reached for my hand. Its OK, its OK.

Just relax and let me take you to the mountaintop.

Let your fluids go like you did before. But it feels different, she said. I know. Its not what you think.

Relax and let it go and you will be taken to heights youve never felt before. She lay back, taking a deep breath and letting her pelvic muscles fall back onto the wet sheets. Holding that special place firmly with my finger for just a moment -- till she had completely relaxed -- I ever so slowly and lightly began motioning my digit back and forth across this oasis of pleasure. Her immediate response was that of tremendous emotional and physical contentment. Each guttural groan was accompanied by her deep exhalation and pubic thrust. Urgently she exploded deep within her being, releasing pent up pleasures that she had never felt before on this grand of a scale. Smiling, I knew that the best part of her newly found bliss wasnt over yet. Again and again, sometimes just seconds apart, she reached that glowing pinnacle with explosion after explosion. Total exhaustion ensued. Holding her in my arms for the next hours, listening to the sweet songs of peace and contentment played by a myriad of Gods creations, was the true release for which we had both searched. The thought of taking her back to this mountaintop as often as she wanted brought a repeat strengthening, not just between my thighs, but in my inner being as a man.

Not only had we been completely satisfied, she and I had been completed.