Desiree

Desiree

A false history of the Neil Diamond song. What really happened that night?

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Neil Diamond was already a major star with multiple hits behind him, like "Sweet Caroline," "Cracklin' Rosie," and "Song Sung Blue." He wanted to create more adult, polished work that was radio‑friendly. He wrote "Desiree" during a period of semi-autobiographical, emotional memory work.

Let's imagine what happened when he penned the following, "It was the third of June, on that summer's day. When I became a man at the hands of a girl, almost twice my age. And she came to me just like a morning sun...

I had just turned eighteen, graduated from Abraham Lincoln High School. I was going to attend New York University in the fall on a fencing scholarship to study medicine. In 1958, the areas just outside New York City still had active pockets of traditional farming—especially on Staten Island. I got a summer job at a family dairy farm. It was small. Just a husband and his wife with two small children.

Desiree's husband, my boss, was out of town one week at some seminar on caring for livestock. Most of the time I slept in a tiny bunkhouse. But this particular evening I was sleeping over in the barn, because they had several heifers, who had not yet given birth. I was on labor watch.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when I finished work. I was exhausted. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, cow dung, and the distant hum of the country. I had finished washing in an outdoor shower, dried off, and was dressed except for my T-shirt, when Desiree came out of her house.

She had changed into a light summer dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and stretched over her breasts. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of red. She looked at me with those striking green eyes, and I felt my knees go weak.

"Neil," she said, her voice a low purr. "I've been waiting for you."

Her index finger hooked back, inviting me into the house. When I stepped inside, she closed the door behind me with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single candle flickering on the mantelpiece. Her perfume, a sweet, intoxicating scent that mixed with the vanilla aroma of the candle made my head spin.

She turned to me, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want you, Neil," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to take me, to make love to me."

I felt a surge of desire, a primal need that consumed me. I'm not ashamed to admit I got an instant hardon. It was uncomfortable pushing against my jeans. I didn't care if she saw it.

I wasn't a complete virgin. I had messed around with several girls in high school. My attempts at intercourse had been awkward and fast. I worried whether I could perform well enough to make her happy.

Stepping closer, I reached my hand out to touch her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel her heartbeat beneath my fingertips. She leaned into my touch.

I brushed my lips against hers. Then deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She tasted sweet, like honey and wine. Moaning softly, her hands reached up to tangle in my hair.

Breaking away from the kiss, I looked into her eyes, seeing my own desire reflected back at me. I reached down, my hands holding her hips. At the age of eighteen I had no idea how to seduce a grown woman and decided to follow her... let her lead this dance.

She pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slipped it down to her waist, revealing her upper body inch by inch. She was wearing nothing underneath, her breasts exposed to the cool air. She held one up to me and I leaned down and circled my tongue around, teasing it.

She moaned, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel her heart racing and my body trembled with desire. I waited... not sure of the appropriate next step. It seemed like forever, but she finally spoke.

"Would you like me to lead... tell you what to do?" She whispered. I nodded my head...'yes.'

Desiree took charge, her hands moving from my hair to my chest, pushing me gently but firmly back. She took off her boots, her eyes locked onto mine, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I'm going to take you, Neil," she whispered, her voice laced with a promise that sent a shiver down my spine.

She turned her back to me and grasped the dress by the bottom hem. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes met mine and she slowly slid the dress up above her hips, revealing the curve of her ass. She pulled it over her head and tossed it on a chair, leaving her nude. Turning to face me, her hands on her hips, she stepped closer.

Her hands reached up to touch my bare chest, her fingers outlining my abs. Then she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. Her delicate fingers slipped inside to rub me through my boxers. I let out a soft whimper, my hands reaching out to grip her hips. She smiled, her hands moved to push my jeans down, freeing me.

She leaned in closer, her lips against my ear. "I want to feel you," she whispered, her breath tickling my skin. I could feel her body pressed against my, her breasts against my chest, her hands moving down to grip my bare ass. We stood like that for a few moments. My cock throbbed against her stomach.

Stepping back, her eyes scanned up and down my body. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She reached out, wrapping her hand around my cock, her grip, firm and gentle. I don't think I've ever been harder. Her touch felt hot, as she stroked me.

She guided me to her, her hands holding me steady as she lowered herself to her knees. Her mouth took me in inch by inch. When she had taken me all the way in, she made a soft growling noise, almost like a cat purring. The sound vibrated my cock with bliss. Her mouth was hot and wet clenching around me.

I felt like I would cum quickly. She must have sensed it because she pulled off, leaving my cock wet, cool, and pulsing. "Follow me," she murmured softly.

She led me to her bedroom and gestured for me to lie down. When I was laid out, she straddled over me. She lifted my cock up and settled her body over it. Again, I felt near orgasm.

She began to move slowly, her hips rising and falling, her body taking me deep inside, then pulling almost off, only to take me back in again. I could feel the lust building, the sensation of impending orgasm. I reached out, my hands gripping her hips to stop her movement.

"Go ahead and cum. I'm sure I can keep you hard," she smiled.

Her consent sent me over, almost immediately. It was amazing! I involuntarily humped up against her. She kept me sheathed completely while I unloaded spurt after spurt deep inside her. She smiled, watching my face contort through the ecstasy.

When I finished quivering, she resumed her slow-moving possession of my cock. Her hips rising and falling, taking me deep, then pulling up to the head. Even though I had just cum, it felt like my cock was getting harder... rather than limping out.

She leaned back, her hands on her thighs, her body moved not only up and down but in a circle, grinding the base of my cock as she rotated. Her breasts swayed and bounced... her nipples hard and erect. She sighed, as her body moved faster.

Her hips began rotating down with a force that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel her tunnel clenching around me. She was groaning with each breath. The moans and groans were moving gradually higher in pitch. She seemed to be building towards release.

She leaned forward again, her hands on my chest. I reached up, cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples. Her body was moving faster, and she slammed me down against the mattress when she bottomed out on me. Her eyes no longer seemed focused. She was flying...

My body met hers thrust for thrust. We pounded against each other for a second or an hour... lost in the moment. Desiree's body tensed, she held her breath as she reached the peak of her pleasure. She let out a low, guttural moan...

"Yes! Oh god, Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I could feel her body gripping my cock, as waves of ecstasy washed over her. The vaginal muscles contracted and released in a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. My hands were barely hanging on to her hips, as I attempted to move in sync with her, bucking through her orgasm.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Desiree pulled back, her eyes focused onto mine. She smiled, a slow, sultry grin that sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me. She reached up, her hands cupping my face.

"You're not done yet," her voice barely above a breath.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine, a soft, teasing kiss that left me wanting more. My body trembled with need, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel her, still hot and wet around me. Her body pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, pushed our comingled sex juices out and down my cock and balls.

I reached up, my hands moving to her breasts again, pinching her nipples, as she resumed her ride. She did me slowly, her hips rising and falling, taking me entirely, pubis to pubis. Then rising until she only covered the head of my cock. At the top she would bob slightly on the head. It was putting me out of my mind.

Desiree leaned back and slowed down. The closer I got to release, the slower she moved. My breath was catching in my throat as the heat and tension within me reached a critical point. I could feel my muscles clenching, my body on the precipice of release.

"Neil," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "Let go."

The words were like a spark, igniting the fire within me. My body arched up, lifting her. I trembled with the effort to hold back. But Desiree's voice, her touch, her body, were too much. I let out a hungry growl, louder than I expected. My body convulsed as I reached the peak of my pleasure. I dropped back on the bed and unloaded. It was so intense I felt like screaming.

I held her close, my hands gripping her hips, my body moving in sync with hers as I rode out my orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my body trembling with the intensity of my release. Her eyes locked on to mine... green orbs filled with satisfaction.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, I stopped thrusting, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I looked at Desiree, her body glistening with sweat, her red hair splayed out around her. I reached up, my hands cupping her face.

"You're incredible," I sighed, my voice barely above a breath.

She smiled and kissed my cheek, laying on top of me until we both fell asleep.

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Somehow I knew I could only have you till the morning light. If only for that single night, sweet Desiree, you made it right. Then came the fourth of June. On that sleepless night, well, I tossed and I turned. While the thought of her burned up and down my mind for she was there and gone, without one regret.

But she continues on like the words of a song. I could not forget... I could not forget. Desiree, oh Desiree. There I was found by the sweet passion sound of your loving song. Time was right, the night was long. Remember, Desiree, oh Desiree!

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