What are your five (5) most memorable/amazing sexual moments?
I'm counting these down to the best sexual moment.
5. The first time I had an orgasm from oral
sex. Um, yeah. I knew I was missing something, but when it happened for
the first time, I was hooked (especially since he could make it happen
again and again).
4. The first time I had more than 1 orgasm from masturbation. I had always been a one orgasm girl during masturbation. During the build-up, when pleasure was so high and it felt so amazing, I would tell myself I was going for at least two. I never did. Once the orgasm hit I was so satisfied and the drop from the peak of orgasm to resting was so big that I couldn't muster the desire to do it all over again. That is, until I started having phone sex with my fiance. During one of our first times he told me I was going to have more than one; he would walk me through it. We talked to each other, me describing what I was doing and how it felt. When I came, he listened to me orgasm. What felt like a few seconds of time post-orgasm he told me to do it again, fast. I trusted him and my fingers went after my clit -- BOOM. Second orgasm. Then third. And then he came, listening to me.
3. The first time we had sex. The whole night was amazing. He was so afraid that he was going to hurt me since I'd only had a little bit of boring sex with one person prior to him. He didn't hurt me. The first several months of our relationship he went very slow and very gentle on me. All I remember is how amazing it felt and how loving he was as he coached me through it.
2. Pegging my fiance and seeing the exquisite pleasure on his face when he came as I fucked against his prostate. He never comes as hard as he does when I hit that just right.
1. Having a partner acknowledge, affirm, and accept my bisexuality and encourage my full exploration of it.
Bonus: What is one quality you appreciate in a lover?
A good ear. You can tell all you need to know about how I'm enjoying something or where I'm at in my cycle of arousal just from listening. It doesn't happen immediately and it takes time, but once you know it, you can really make me come.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
He spanked me til I cried
"We need a safeword."
"Ok. Pick one."
"I can't think of anything! I'm nervous."
"Well, you need to pick so you'll remember it."
"Ok." My heart was pounding. I'd never picked a safeword for myself. I don't allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.
Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.
He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we've tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn't thought about this.
"Relax." Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.
He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn't hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn't wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.
I hoped he wouldn't tell me not to flinch. I wasn't ready for that yet.
The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.
The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn't waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.
He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. "So beautiful," he breathed against my skin. "So warm." My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop.
My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn't suggested restraints. I couldn't handle many blows like that.
With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I've never started crying so fast.
I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.
He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn't always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.
Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I'd almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.
I'd never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn't understand were washing through me.
He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don't remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.
He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn't come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.
I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
"Ok. Pick one."
"I can't think of anything! I'm nervous."
"Well, you need to pick so you'll remember it."
"Ok." My heart was pounding. I'd never picked a safeword for myself. I don't allow myself to be vulnerable like that. But I had asked for this, and I wanted it.
Safeword chosen, I stripped and laid face down on the bed. I peeked up at him.
He had the riding crop in his hand. Oh. So not open palm like we've tried before. Instead of widespread pain like I had only experienced one other time, this was to be a series of sharp, stinging, small painful hits. I hadn't thought about this.
"Relax." Yeah, like that was going to happen. I tried not to tense my body. I held my face in my hands and waited.
He knelt on the bed beside me, crop in hand. There was no warning, just a light swish of air as the crop hit my right butt cheek. My body flinched. He hadn't hit very hard, but hard enough to cross the line to a little bit of pain. He didn't wait too long before the next hit on my left cheek. He alternated between hits and watched my body do little flinches of surprised, painful response.
I hoped he wouldn't tell me not to flinch. I wasn't ready for that yet.
The hits started to come harder. Most of the time he alternated cheeks, but randomly he would strike the same cheek, in what felt like the same spot, and it would hurt. A lot. I let my whimpers and moans be heard. But I knew this only spurred him on.
The slaps of the crop stung and left my skin with this warming feeling. I was no longer worrying about whether or not to control my flinching. It was out of the question. He wasn't waiting for me to settle down or prepare for the next. It was already happening before the sting of the first stopped.
He paused a moment to kiss my red cheeks. "So beautiful," he breathed against my skin. "So warm." My breath shuddered. He resumed spanking me with the crop.
My hands gripped my head, pulling slightly at my hair. I bit my lip and tried to breath through the pain. He made my spread my legs and hit my ass near my inner upper thigh. I howled with pain after two sharp hits. I pulled my legs shut, so happy I hadn't suggested restraints. I couldn't handle many blows like that.
With my legs closed, he returned to my ass and started hitting three sharp whacks to the same spot, and then changing. It hurt so bad my whole body started twisting away from him in pain. Tears started falling down my cheeks; I've never started crying so fast.
I heard him jerking off with his free hand. He liked it so much. In a frenzy of emotions, I tried to process how I was letting this happen, why I had asked for this, how he could be turned on by it, and just how I knew that my cries and tears (definitely audible to him) would all turn him on more than I probably wanted to know.
He made me spin away from him several more times. He didn't always let me get back to laying on my stomach before he hit me again. I cried and yelled my pain. The tears helped me through it.
Finally, he stopped and I was happy. I'd almost used the safeword, but now that it was over I was happy I had endured. Happy despite the pain and falling tears.
I'd never felt so vulnerable. I laid there as he put the crop away and I continued crying. So many emotions that I couldn't understand were washing through me.
He returned to the bed and laid beside me, one hand stroking my hair and the other holding my hands in his. He was so gentle. I was so raw and tender and he looked on me with such love. I don't remember what he said. He comforted me, held me, and supported me.
He let me cry my tears. He soothed me and held me as the emotions slowly evaporated away. I ended up laying on his chest, resting. Eventually, I asked about how much he had enjoyed spanking me and hearing me cry. He hadn't come, but his continued boner told me how much he was still turned on.
I laid on his chest as he jerked off. He held my head against him and told me how beautiful I was and how he wanted to do it again.
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| Taken after he had jacked off. Still a little pink. |
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
TMI Tuesday: Sexual Adventures
Complete each sentence with an anecdote of sexual adventure or misadventure:
1. The first time I . . . ever felt a penis, I had only seen one in a textbook. I was 18 and had snuck away for the weekend from college with my boyfriend at the time. We'd been "dating" almost a year and had never touched genitals of the opposite sex. The first thing I said when I touched it was, "Holy crap! That is much harder than I thought it would be..." and then got very nervous for my vagina. (We didn't have sex anytime soon after that).
2. The last time I . . . went shopping with the FHF, I showed him a sweater I wanted to get that was a see-through crochet and he popped a boner in the middle of the store. I rubbed up against it (I had to check how hard he was --- and it was really hard). It's too bad the sweater was $40, as we didn't get it. If it had been less than $20 we would have.
3. The only time I . . . have ever had sex while watching TV was this past weekend with Scrubs reruns playing on the laptop in our dark bedroom. The light made a great effect in the room. We need to make this more than a one time thing.
4. My best . . . sexual memory is related to my worst memory. It features the contrast of feelings to my worst experience in the most loving, tender, and powerful sex I've ever experienced. The feelings of being so loved and accepted made me cry during sex and you can read about it here.
5. My worst . . . sexual experience was being told by my ex that I tasted horrible "down there" and he couldn't/wouldn't do it. It destroyed my confidence for years.
BONUS: Everyone, however much experienced, still has some unfulfilled desires. What is at the top of your yet-to-do list? This one is so easy. I'd love to kiss a girl.
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Monday, November 19, 2012
He got off to my laugh
It was late. I was tired. He wanted to get off and I wanted to help without reciprocity.
He laid back on his pillow, completely bare. Just the light of bedside lamp shown over his naked body. I looked over his naked body. His right hand moved toward his limp cock, and his fingers curled around it. He started to jack it off, slowly, watching me. I was sitting naked beside him near his waist, looking down at him.
His eyes moved up and down my body, spending extra time looking at my nipples. I shifted my legs and placed a bare foot on his face, heel resting on his chest. His free hand immediately moved up to gently hold my foot against him. His head moved to cuddle his cheek against the sole of my foot. His lips lightly kissed the arch of my foot.
I leaned back and watched. Watched him love my foot, my dirty foot. The foot I'd worn in shoes and socks all day and not showered before I'd gotten into bed. My smelly, dirty foot. He sniffed it, and moaned. His cock stiffened with each kiss and sniff.
Tentatively, he licked me. First a light lick, then a full lick up my arch to my toes. I giggled.
His eyes opened and he looked at me. He licked me lightly and watched as I struggled and giggled. "Yes, laugh, laugh for me," he begged. "I want to hear you laugh."
Now I knew he loved to hear my laugh, but.... laugh while he's jerking off? I consented to let him tickle me.
He gently swept his tongue across the ball of my foot and a giggle escaped my mouth. He audibly moaned when he heard it. He licked some more and I let the giggles escape unrestrained. A few teeth scraped against my sensitive skin and I barely managed to keep my leg from kicking him, but my reaction was more laugh than giggle. "More, laugh more!" he ordered me.
"I can't just laugh on command...!"
His hand stopped caressing the top of my foot and instead tickled the bottom of my foot. Now I laughed louder and it turned him on. Each laugh made him moan. Occasionally he would bite his lip and arch his body. He became more aggressive and tickled more of my foot, giving me fewer rests. My laughs became raucous and I fell backward on the bed, letting my body just react with laughter at his fingers playing on my foot.
He ran fingers up and down my foot, fingernails lightly touching me. It felt so good to laugh, just relax and laugh unrestrained, but what I loved more was hearing him get excited over the sound of my laughter. His moans and sighs were so constant and tied to my laughs. Each laugh and burst of sound aroused him more.
His tongue tickled me in between my toes while his fingers ticked my arch. I was out of breath from laughing when he came, hard. He tickled me through his orgasm, taking final licks and sniffs of my foot, holding it to his face with the firmest grip.
I panted, laying against the side of his body. We shared a smile, and I wondered at what just happened. I'm not sure I ever felt so valued and sexy -- I knew he loved my body and my mind. Both have made him get off, but my laugh? I had no idea that turned him on like that.
And once again, another first for our relationship, and another reason why he makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
He laid back on his pillow, completely bare. Just the light of bedside lamp shown over his naked body. I looked over his naked body. His right hand moved toward his limp cock, and his fingers curled around it. He started to jack it off, slowly, watching me. I was sitting naked beside him near his waist, looking down at him.
His eyes moved up and down my body, spending extra time looking at my nipples. I shifted my legs and placed a bare foot on his face, heel resting on his chest. His free hand immediately moved up to gently hold my foot against him. His head moved to cuddle his cheek against the sole of my foot. His lips lightly kissed the arch of my foot.
I leaned back and watched. Watched him love my foot, my dirty foot. The foot I'd worn in shoes and socks all day and not showered before I'd gotten into bed. My smelly, dirty foot. He sniffed it, and moaned. His cock stiffened with each kiss and sniff.
Tentatively, he licked me. First a light lick, then a full lick up my arch to my toes. I giggled.
His eyes opened and he looked at me. He licked me lightly and watched as I struggled and giggled. "Yes, laugh, laugh for me," he begged. "I want to hear you laugh."
Now I knew he loved to hear my laugh, but.... laugh while he's jerking off? I consented to let him tickle me.
He gently swept his tongue across the ball of my foot and a giggle escaped my mouth. He audibly moaned when he heard it. He licked some more and I let the giggles escape unrestrained. A few teeth scraped against my sensitive skin and I barely managed to keep my leg from kicking him, but my reaction was more laugh than giggle. "More, laugh more!" he ordered me.
"I can't just laugh on command...!"
His hand stopped caressing the top of my foot and instead tickled the bottom of my foot. Now I laughed louder and it turned him on. Each laugh made him moan. Occasionally he would bite his lip and arch his body. He became more aggressive and tickled more of my foot, giving me fewer rests. My laughs became raucous and I fell backward on the bed, letting my body just react with laughter at his fingers playing on my foot.
He ran fingers up and down my foot, fingernails lightly touching me. It felt so good to laugh, just relax and laugh unrestrained, but what I loved more was hearing him get excited over the sound of my laughter. His moans and sighs were so constant and tied to my laughs. Each laugh and burst of sound aroused him more.
His tongue tickled me in between my toes while his fingers ticked my arch. I was out of breath from laughing when he came, hard. He tickled me through his orgasm, taking final licks and sniffs of my foot, holding it to his face with the firmest grip.
I panted, laying against the side of his body. We shared a smile, and I wondered at what just happened. I'm not sure I ever felt so valued and sexy -- I knew he loved my body and my mind. Both have made him get off, but my laugh? I had no idea that turned him on like that.
And once again, another first for our relationship, and another reason why he makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
When I want to start having sex
On twitter, @Saynine asked the question - does anyone wait 6 dates or more for sex? He had seen this response on OK Cupid and was a little surprised at the length of time. A very respectful, healthy discussion followed among a large group of people. On the whole, most people had sex earlier than six dates. Their reason? Sexual compatibility before emotional compatibility.
For me, this just doesn't jive. I can't actually imagine having my priorities that way. Just thinking about approaching life that way makes my brain say, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S CRAZY!" Ok, calm down brain. I'm not asking you to change who you are. At least I know my mental/emotional limits.
I have absolutely nothing against someone who can live life successfully this way - really. I fully respect people are different and can have sex on the first date and end up happy together (just like @saynine and a bunch of other twitter people have). For me, it's just not how I approach life and relationships. That conversation happened early 8 hours ago but I haven't stopped thinking about it.
Why did so many feel comfortable with sex on the first date when it seemed so few responded that that was too soon? Does my background/upbringing impact this more than I realize? Why, exactly, do I feel so strongly against this?
Let's start with a few disclaimers.
For me, this just doesn't jive. I can't actually imagine having my priorities that way. Just thinking about approaching life that way makes my brain say, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S CRAZY!" Ok, calm down brain. I'm not asking you to change who you are. At least I know my mental/emotional limits.
I have absolutely nothing against someone who can live life successfully this way - really. I fully respect people are different and can have sex on the first date and end up happy together (just like @saynine and a bunch of other twitter people have). For me, it's just not how I approach life and relationships. That conversation happened early 8 hours ago but I haven't stopped thinking about it.
Why did so many feel comfortable with sex on the first date when it seemed so few responded that that was too soon? Does my background/upbringing impact this more than I realize? Why, exactly, do I feel so strongly against this?
Let's start with a few disclaimers.
- First, as I've mentioned several times, I've only had 2 sexual partners. My experience on dating and starting a sexual relationship is limited.
- Also, I've never been on an actual first date. Let me explain: I started dating my first partner in college. We hung out for months and we were around each other so much that people assumed we were dating, so we just started dating under the logic, "Everyone thinks we are, so let's give it a shot and see if it's the good idea everyone else seems to think it is." Yeah, I was an idiot. (In my defense, I was only 17 and had only long-distance dated 1 other person.) But once we first started "dating" officially, we didn't go out on any official dates. We just continued hanging out like we always had. Then when I started dating the boyfriend, but we met long distance. Our first "date" was more than a month after we started dating long distance. We were already skype masturbating, so sex upon meeting made sense.
- I grew up in a very conservative, Christian home. Sex was not discussed. You didn't kiss anyone unless you loved them. Sex was only OK within marriage... etc. You know the type. This whole background was a major part of the problem why my first sexual relationship failed: I had no idea what you should be looking for in a potential sexual partner or relationship. I didn't know what to think about, look for, and had no idea there was quite a range of sexual preference and tastes.
- I don't trust people that easily. Yes, I'll take you at your word up until a point. However, I have no way of knowing you're telling me the truth when we've only just met. How do I know you're telling me the truth on what you want, are interested in, or your last STD test was as clean as you say it was? How do I know you're not going to use me to get off and not call me again?
- Before you even kiss me, I want to know we have chemistry. Flirt with me, show me interest, let's get to know each other. Can we even flirt? I've had men flirt with me and I've been repulsed by it. Just because you're attracted to me, I won't be attracted to you.
- I have to be attracted to you, and I'm not automatically attracted to someone. Personality is a huge part of attraction for me. I am not attracted to the physical outright. I need time to let my attraction grow.
- I'm not a fan of casual sex. I prefer sex within a relationship. A relationship doesn't happen overnight or after a date or two. It takes time to develop.
- Sex can be confusing. I've seen it happen with friends... the sex is great, but the rest of the relationship sucks. It muddies the waters. You can't see clearly and you end up staying in a relationship when you really should end it. I don't ever want to be in that situation. I need to establish the rest of my relationship -- and then bring sex into the equation.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Pursuit of squirting
I have wanted to squirt ever since I first saw Cytherea squirt. I'd never heard of "squirting" until I browsed some random porn site and saw it as a category. I was hooked. It was so hot and seemed impossible to fake. But how to make it happen?
I bought toys. I read books. I did online research. I tried. I tried some more. More often than not, I ended up frustrated and angry. Most of this time I had a partner who didn't care about squirting, wouldn't watch the movies, and wouldn't take any interest in helping it happen. I would give up pretty easily and it began to be this far off, impossible dream.
It consumed me. All of the porn I watched that wasn't hentai was squirting porn. It was too hot and I would get off so easily to it. I just wanted it.
The boyfriend entered my life. He completely understood why I wanted it; he wanted it almost just as much. He wanted it on his dick, his chest, his face. He wanted my squirt to cover him. He wanted to swallow it as it shot into his mouth.
We started trying to make it happen. I talked to twitter friends to find out what worked for them. How did they start? What did it feel like? What did they use? We used dick and fingers. I only had 1 G-spot toy and it just wasn't cutting it for me. I tried a couple of other toys, like a glass dildo and the Hitachi. I watched PassionateU video's on G-spot and squirting.
I learned a lot, such as it happens with different toys in every person. That the more you try, the easier it becomes. That the first time is the hardest and then it becomes easier. That some people squeeze their vaginal muscles and some relax. That some need clitoral stimulation and others need just G-spot application. That some can squirt just from clitoral stimulation. That some can squirt from oral sex. Some squirt every time; some rarely squirt. Others it takes certain toys.
And so we tried. And tried. And tried. Some times we dedicated an entire evening to trying to make me squirt. He would remind me to talk, give feedback, try to help him figure out what I needed, what felt better.
Most of the time I've never felt so lost in my own vagina. Where the fuck was my G-spot? And why could I never find it? And why did it sometimes seem to just disappear? And why would I get that "peeing" sensation and nothing would happen? Why would nothing work when it did for others? I could have G-spot orgasms, but no squirting. Nothing.
Monday afternoon, I'm working from home. We were up early without sex or masturbation. Home together in the afternoon, we were both looking through tumblr and getting turned on. Finally, he came over to me and said his hornyness was demanding an orgasm. I felt the same. He wanted to fuck me over my desk, but my weak ankle wasn't up for it. I proposed an alternative: fuck me doggie style while I knelt on the edge of the bed.
I knelt down, feet hanging over the edge of the bed. I stuck my ass up and out and rested my head on my hands on the bed. He slid his dick up and down my slit, rubbing from vagina to clit and back getting the head of his dick wet.
His dick wasn't fully hard when he entered me, so he started fucking me slowly. Slow and gentle thrusting. I could feel him grow harder and bigger in me. My wetness covered him and started making slick noises when he pulled it all the way out and then slid it back in. He rested his hands on my ass and thrusted slowly. I relaxed into him.
He started fucking a bit harder, a bit faster. He grabbed my hips for leverage. I pushed back into him. I squeezed him with my PC muscles, thinking of some twitter advice on working my kegels during sex. We both liked that. I held him tight as he slid in and out of me. He thrusted shallow for a bit, then deep and hard.
Fucking, just fucking. That's all we were doing. It felt good, I love the shallow thrusts so much - they felt so good. I knew he was targeting my G-spot, but we weren't trying for squirting. I was focusing on squeezing him and enjoying the moment. His shallow thrusts were feeling exceptionally good, amazingly good.
Then, all of a sudden, a rush of liquid. "What the fuck!?" I said... I was peeing not only myself but him, too. He didn't notice it at first - but then the stream started rushing in full force all down the bed and him.
"Honey, you're squirting!" He said so happy to me. He kept fucking me, and my squirt kept squirting out. It wasn't a gush, it was an actual forceful stream going everywhere. It felt so good, so surprising. My first reaction was to clamp down to stop it, but then I let go and let it pour out of me.
Tears streamed from my eyes, I felt elated. When I least expected it and when I wasn't looking for it to happen, it just happened. I was so freaking happy! He continued to fuck me and changed his pace from slow to fast and back down to slow.
Then it happened again. Another gushing stream, covering his balls as it fell everywhere. "Oh _____ I love you" he said as he continued his shallow thrusts. I barely managed to say it back through the tears and moaning. "Oh it smells so good!" he said.
He tried to make me squirt a third time, but my mind was so distracted I was too in my head again. He ended by fucking me so hard my screams filled the room.
In about 20 minutes he needed to cum again. He was hard just from thinking about it and smelling it on him. He tried to make me squirt some more, but it didn't work. He fucked a long time and very, very hard. So hard, I was bleeding when he was done. He ended up jacking off smelling my squirt on the bed while I finished off with the hitachi.
We both want more, but I think my pussy needs a break. Now that I know I can squirt and we know what works, it's time to experiment from there.
I bought toys. I read books. I did online research. I tried. I tried some more. More often than not, I ended up frustrated and angry. Most of this time I had a partner who didn't care about squirting, wouldn't watch the movies, and wouldn't take any interest in helping it happen. I would give up pretty easily and it began to be this far off, impossible dream.
It consumed me. All of the porn I watched that wasn't hentai was squirting porn. It was too hot and I would get off so easily to it. I just wanted it.
The boyfriend entered my life. He completely understood why I wanted it; he wanted it almost just as much. He wanted it on his dick, his chest, his face. He wanted my squirt to cover him. He wanted to swallow it as it shot into his mouth.
We started trying to make it happen. I talked to twitter friends to find out what worked for them. How did they start? What did it feel like? What did they use? We used dick and fingers. I only had 1 G-spot toy and it just wasn't cutting it for me. I tried a couple of other toys, like a glass dildo and the Hitachi. I watched PassionateU video's on G-spot and squirting.
I learned a lot, such as it happens with different toys in every person. That the more you try, the easier it becomes. That the first time is the hardest and then it becomes easier. That some people squeeze their vaginal muscles and some relax. That some need clitoral stimulation and others need just G-spot application. That some can squirt just from clitoral stimulation. That some can squirt from oral sex. Some squirt every time; some rarely squirt. Others it takes certain toys.
And so we tried. And tried. And tried. Some times we dedicated an entire evening to trying to make me squirt. He would remind me to talk, give feedback, try to help him figure out what I needed, what felt better.
Most of the time I've never felt so lost in my own vagina. Where the fuck was my G-spot? And why could I never find it? And why did it sometimes seem to just disappear? And why would I get that "peeing" sensation and nothing would happen? Why would nothing work when it did for others? I could have G-spot orgasms, but no squirting. Nothing.
Monday afternoon, I'm working from home. We were up early without sex or masturbation. Home together in the afternoon, we were both looking through tumblr and getting turned on. Finally, he came over to me and said his hornyness was demanding an orgasm. I felt the same. He wanted to fuck me over my desk, but my weak ankle wasn't up for it. I proposed an alternative: fuck me doggie style while I knelt on the edge of the bed.
I knelt down, feet hanging over the edge of the bed. I stuck my ass up and out and rested my head on my hands on the bed. He slid his dick up and down my slit, rubbing from vagina to clit and back getting the head of his dick wet.
His dick wasn't fully hard when he entered me, so he started fucking me slowly. Slow and gentle thrusting. I could feel him grow harder and bigger in me. My wetness covered him and started making slick noises when he pulled it all the way out and then slid it back in. He rested his hands on my ass and thrusted slowly. I relaxed into him.
He started fucking a bit harder, a bit faster. He grabbed my hips for leverage. I pushed back into him. I squeezed him with my PC muscles, thinking of some twitter advice on working my kegels during sex. We both liked that. I held him tight as he slid in and out of me. He thrusted shallow for a bit, then deep and hard.
Fucking, just fucking. That's all we were doing. It felt good, I love the shallow thrusts so much - they felt so good. I knew he was targeting my G-spot, but we weren't trying for squirting. I was focusing on squeezing him and enjoying the moment. His shallow thrusts were feeling exceptionally good, amazingly good.
Then, all of a sudden, a rush of liquid. "What the fuck!?" I said... I was peeing not only myself but him, too. He didn't notice it at first - but then the stream started rushing in full force all down the bed and him.
"Honey, you're squirting!" He said so happy to me. He kept fucking me, and my squirt kept squirting out. It wasn't a gush, it was an actual forceful stream going everywhere. It felt so good, so surprising. My first reaction was to clamp down to stop it, but then I let go and let it pour out of me.
Tears streamed from my eyes, I felt elated. When I least expected it and when I wasn't looking for it to happen, it just happened. I was so freaking happy! He continued to fuck me and changed his pace from slow to fast and back down to slow.
Then it happened again. Another gushing stream, covering his balls as it fell everywhere. "Oh _____ I love you" he said as he continued his shallow thrusts. I barely managed to say it back through the tears and moaning. "Oh it smells so good!" he said.
He tried to make me squirt a third time, but my mind was so distracted I was too in my head again. He ended by fucking me so hard my screams filled the room.
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| The result of squirting twice. |
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Review: the Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator
The Toy
For months and months I have been craving and lusting after the Hitachi magic wand. And why not? It's a powerhouse vibrator; and I do love a good vibrator. The comments I see from women on twitter and some pictures I've seen on tumblr made the need all the more acute. I NEEDED to try out this toy. I accumulated a few Amazon gift cards and purchased it as a gift for myself... and the boyfriend, really. As always, its a toy I planned on using on both of us. What fun is a toy that has a single use? We can always find a way to use it on both of us.
It arrived while I was at work and I opened it at once. It was a bit heavier than I expected. I cleaned it off with an antibacterial wipe; since it is an electric item, I did not want to use any water on it. The head of the toy is made of vinyl that has a slightly textured surface, not smooth as I anticipated. The head is attached to the long handle with a narrow attachment that does have some slight flex to it. The handle is long with a button that has a low/high setting. The weight of this item allows it to have a good pressure against my body, but holding it for periods of time longer than 10 minutes really makes my hands and arms tired. The cord is long enough to plug in next to my bed and use in the center of my king-sized mattress.
There are many attachments for this toy, but I do not (yet) own any.
The Sex (for her)
It's hard NOT to orgasm quickly with this item. When I first turned this on low, I was shocked how strong the vibrations were - I could feel them not in my clit but my pussy lips, my mons veneris, my vagina, and throughout my pelvis. They were so strong that I could not isolate my clitoral sensation over the pleasure that was spreading over pussy. This was a very new experience for me; I'm not used to being overwhelmed like this. It took a minute or two to adjust myself to it. I didn't need a lot of pressure to feel my orgasm building - everywhere (although that certainly felt so good if I did do that). It was only a couple of minutes before my orgasm hit.
I'm not used to an orgasm coming from my whole pussy; not just a "clit orgasm" or "g-spot orgasm" or "vaginal orgasm." It wasn't either one but a kind of blend of the three, I think. It was intense. The boyfriend was shocked at how fast it happened. I took the Hitachi off of me for a few seconds to recover, but I wanted more.
Back onto my pussy, this time spreading my pussy lips wide so the Hitachi could directly touch my clit. The problem was - the head of this vibrator is so big that while it touches my clit, it is still touching so many other parts of me! The power and stimulation on my clit was a strong, rumbly vibration. There was no end to the strength of the vibrations; it felt like the vibrations ran through my pussy in neverending waves of pleasure. The overpowering feeling was almost too much, and yet not enough. My pussy was confused at how intense it all was.
I switched it onto high, and let it rest against my clit again. It felt easily three times more powerful than the low setting and made me practically scream out. I moved it around my pussy, holding it just outside my vagina. I could feel the vibes running up my vagina several inches; it was a wonderful feeling. Eventually my second orgasm did come, and boy was it a good one.
Another time, I started playing with the Hitachi, and the boyfriend was jacking off. I came once, quickly, and wanted dick in me. Now. So he got on top and pinned the Hitachi between us. His thrusting kept it on my clit, and the force of his fucking pushed me me over the edge again so quickly. He could feel the vibrations in his penis through his pelvis. Having him push it into me made the clit vibrations very noticeable while his dick stimulated my vagina. I had three orgasms and from the second one until he was done I was screaming and unable to control my body! It was very satisfying; I considered myself well fucked for the day... so much so, that I didn't want sex later that night.
The Sex (for him)
I've used this vibrator on him a couple of times. I tried using this on his cock, but the vibrations didn't do anything for him. I also used it on his balls and while it felt good, that's about the extent of his pleasure. It isn't an orgasm aid that way.
However, how it does feel good for him as an anal stimulation device. I've used this two ways. First, while plugged, I put the Hitachi on the base of the butt plug and let the vibrations travel through his ass. I alternated this with jacking off his dick and spanking him. The Hitachi was pleasurable, but not earth-shattering.
The other time I used this was the Hitachi itself up against his bare asshole as he jacked himself off. I started on low, and the strength of the vibrations surprised him; he couldn't believe it was low. He could feel the rumble of the vibes spreading up to his prostate just on low; I flipped it onto high once I saw his orgasm was getting closer; he loved the vibrations spreading through his ass. He came spurting extra hard.
The Judgement
Overall, I'd give this toy a 3/5. While this toy is excellent for masturbation and a quick orgasm, it can easily overpower you and, for me, make it harder to cum. The vibrations almost make my pussy go numb if I use it too long. Being numb from vibrations makes it really hard to orgasm. I've heard of buying a dimmer switch which can help me control the vibrations and really improve my experience.
I'd also like to get some of the attachments for targeted G-spot stimulation. That is really where I think this toy will shine.
For months and months I have been craving and lusting after the Hitachi magic wand. And why not? It's a powerhouse vibrator; and I do love a good vibrator. The comments I see from women on twitter and some pictures I've seen on tumblr made the need all the more acute. I NEEDED to try out this toy. I accumulated a few Amazon gift cards and purchased it as a gift for myself... and the boyfriend, really. As always, its a toy I planned on using on both of us. What fun is a toy that has a single use? We can always find a way to use it on both of us.
It arrived while I was at work and I opened it at once. It was a bit heavier than I expected. I cleaned it off with an antibacterial wipe; since it is an electric item, I did not want to use any water on it. The head of the toy is made of vinyl that has a slightly textured surface, not smooth as I anticipated. The head is attached to the long handle with a narrow attachment that does have some slight flex to it. The handle is long with a button that has a low/high setting. The weight of this item allows it to have a good pressure against my body, but holding it for periods of time longer than 10 minutes really makes my hands and arms tired. The cord is long enough to plug in next to my bed and use in the center of my king-sized mattress.
There are many attachments for this toy, but I do not (yet) own any.
The Sex (for her)
It's hard NOT to orgasm quickly with this item. When I first turned this on low, I was shocked how strong the vibrations were - I could feel them not in my clit but my pussy lips, my mons veneris, my vagina, and throughout my pelvis. They were so strong that I could not isolate my clitoral sensation over the pleasure that was spreading over pussy. This was a very new experience for me; I'm not used to being overwhelmed like this. It took a minute or two to adjust myself to it. I didn't need a lot of pressure to feel my orgasm building - everywhere (although that certainly felt so good if I did do that). It was only a couple of minutes before my orgasm hit.
I'm not used to an orgasm coming from my whole pussy; not just a "clit orgasm" or "g-spot orgasm" or "vaginal orgasm." It wasn't either one but a kind of blend of the three, I think. It was intense. The boyfriend was shocked at how fast it happened. I took the Hitachi off of me for a few seconds to recover, but I wanted more.
Back onto my pussy, this time spreading my pussy lips wide so the Hitachi could directly touch my clit. The problem was - the head of this vibrator is so big that while it touches my clit, it is still touching so many other parts of me! The power and stimulation on my clit was a strong, rumbly vibration. There was no end to the strength of the vibrations; it felt like the vibrations ran through my pussy in neverending waves of pleasure. The overpowering feeling was almost too much, and yet not enough. My pussy was confused at how intense it all was.
I switched it onto high, and let it rest against my clit again. It felt easily three times more powerful than the low setting and made me practically scream out. I moved it around my pussy, holding it just outside my vagina. I could feel the vibes running up my vagina several inches; it was a wonderful feeling. Eventually my second orgasm did come, and boy was it a good one.
Another time, I started playing with the Hitachi, and the boyfriend was jacking off. I came once, quickly, and wanted dick in me. Now. So he got on top and pinned the Hitachi between us. His thrusting kept it on my clit, and the force of his fucking pushed me me over the edge again so quickly. He could feel the vibrations in his penis through his pelvis. Having him push it into me made the clit vibrations very noticeable while his dick stimulated my vagina. I had three orgasms and from the second one until he was done I was screaming and unable to control my body! It was very satisfying; I considered myself well fucked for the day... so much so, that I didn't want sex later that night.
The Sex (for him)
I've used this vibrator on him a couple of times. I tried using this on his cock, but the vibrations didn't do anything for him. I also used it on his balls and while it felt good, that's about the extent of his pleasure. It isn't an orgasm aid that way.
However, how it does feel good for him as an anal stimulation device. I've used this two ways. First, while plugged, I put the Hitachi on the base of the butt plug and let the vibrations travel through his ass. I alternated this with jacking off his dick and spanking him. The Hitachi was pleasurable, but not earth-shattering.
The other time I used this was the Hitachi itself up against his bare asshole as he jacked himself off. I started on low, and the strength of the vibrations surprised him; he couldn't believe it was low. He could feel the rumble of the vibes spreading up to his prostate just on low; I flipped it onto high once I saw his orgasm was getting closer; he loved the vibrations spreading through his ass. He came spurting extra hard.
The Judgement
Overall, I'd give this toy a 3/5. While this toy is excellent for masturbation and a quick orgasm, it can easily overpower you and, for me, make it harder to cum. The vibrations almost make my pussy go numb if I use it too long. Being numb from vibrations makes it really hard to orgasm. I've heard of buying a dimmer switch which can help me control the vibrations and really improve my experience.
I'd also like to get some of the attachments for targeted G-spot stimulation. That is really where I think this toy will shine.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Our Anniversary: A year of firsts
In a few days, it will be our 1 year anniversary. When I first started this blog, I wrote an entry talking about all the first-time we had shared together. If you haven't read it, go back and read it here. Here is a short list (with links to some entries that highlight each act!):
1. Multiple orgasms.
2. Strap-on/Pegging.
3. Rimming.
4. Anal sex.
5. Double Penetration (DP).
6. Feet.
7. Watersports.
8. Cumming from oral sex.
9. Reverse cowgirl.
10. Vaginal orgasms.
11. Stomach sex.
12. Shower sex.
13. Sissifying.
14. Fisting.
Here we are, almost a year later, and we've had more firsts to share.
15. Fucking my thighs. He loves my thick thighs; he often feels them up and gives them light squeezes during sex. But one morning, he actually fucked my thighs by lubing them up and holding my legs shut. He felt my legs up, and let his cum spill all over them.
16. Dick humiliation. It surprised me the first time he mentioned how "loose" my pussy was, and he thought I was being fucked by a larger cock. But for him, it was hot dirty talk. I quickly got into it, and it's a regular feature now in our sex life. It's not always the time for it, but when it is, boy does he get off on it.
17. Pussy sniffing. I've never had anyone jack off to just the smell of me. It's so hot and sexy.
18. Crying during sex. Once, I got overwhelmed by the intense emotions of being completely accepted by the man I love so much. It was a beautiful moment.
19. Masturbating for show. We've both masturbated as a display to each other. I once really turned it into a show... then made him wait to orgasm.
20. Cock biting. He once asked me to give him "more teeth" during a blow job. I've never been asked to scrape my teeth along a cock, but he couldn't get enough of it.
21. Role-playing about someone who isn't there. This is happening more and more for us. We don't always know who we're talking about. Sometimes we do. But the role-play is always very hot.
22. Deep-throating. It took so long for me to do this, but the payoff was so worth it! I love to deep-throat him and cover him in my spit.
23. Share my most secret fantasy. No one had ever known about this fantasy until I told him about it last month... And then I shared it publicly on my blog.
24. Have sex in my office. Ok, it wasn't during regular work hours, but there was someone else in the building nearby and we still did it!
25. Spanking. I've never spanked anyone before him, but I love to do this to him. I spank with my hand, a crop, and a very new spanking paddle we recently purchased. Each one has its different uses; I was quite surprised at how easy and varied spanking could be between the three. Of course, I've had a few spankings myself.
26. Prostate massage & milking. We have a prostate massager that I like to stick in his ass while I jack him off. Lately, I've used my fingers to massage his prostate myself to milk it. His orgasms are always extra strong and extra wet when we do this.
27. Period sex. I have no idea how this missed the first posting of our list, but it certainly is a new (and very welcome!) first for me. For him, period blood is just added lubricant. For me, it's just a natural process. I was so very happy when he said he didn't mind period sex. I. Love. It. I am so incredibly horny on day 3 of my period. I used to masturbate furiously each month; now I get to fuck him, be fucked, use sex toys, whatever. It's natural, and it makes the whole time easier for both of us.
1. Multiple orgasms.
2. Strap-on/Pegging.
3. Rimming.
4. Anal sex.
5. Double Penetration (DP).
6. Feet.
7. Watersports.
8. Cumming from oral sex.
9. Reverse cowgirl.
10. Vaginal orgasms.
11. Stomach sex.
12. Shower sex.
13. Sissifying.
14. Fisting.
Here we are, almost a year later, and we've had more firsts to share.
15. Fucking my thighs. He loves my thick thighs; he often feels them up and gives them light squeezes during sex. But one morning, he actually fucked my thighs by lubing them up and holding my legs shut. He felt my legs up, and let his cum spill all over them.
16. Dick humiliation. It surprised me the first time he mentioned how "loose" my pussy was, and he thought I was being fucked by a larger cock. But for him, it was hot dirty talk. I quickly got into it, and it's a regular feature now in our sex life. It's not always the time for it, but when it is, boy does he get off on it.
17. Pussy sniffing. I've never had anyone jack off to just the smell of me. It's so hot and sexy.
18. Crying during sex. Once, I got overwhelmed by the intense emotions of being completely accepted by the man I love so much. It was a beautiful moment.
19. Masturbating for show. We've both masturbated as a display to each other. I once really turned it into a show... then made him wait to orgasm.
20. Cock biting. He once asked me to give him "more teeth" during a blow job. I've never been asked to scrape my teeth along a cock, but he couldn't get enough of it.
21. Role-playing about someone who isn't there. This is happening more and more for us. We don't always know who we're talking about. Sometimes we do. But the role-play is always very hot.
22. Deep-throating. It took so long for me to do this, but the payoff was so worth it! I love to deep-throat him and cover him in my spit.
23. Share my most secret fantasy. No one had ever known about this fantasy until I told him about it last month... And then I shared it publicly on my blog.
24. Have sex in my office. Ok, it wasn't during regular work hours, but there was someone else in the building nearby and we still did it!
25. Spanking. I've never spanked anyone before him, but I love to do this to him. I spank with my hand, a crop, and a very new spanking paddle we recently purchased. Each one has its different uses; I was quite surprised at how easy and varied spanking could be between the three. Of course, I've had a few spankings myself.
26. Prostate massage & milking. We have a prostate massager that I like to stick in his ass while I jack him off. Lately, I've used my fingers to massage his prostate myself to milk it. His orgasms are always extra strong and extra wet when we do this.
27. Period sex. I have no idea how this missed the first posting of our list, but it certainly is a new (and very welcome!) first for me. For him, period blood is just added lubricant. For me, it's just a natural process. I was so very happy when he said he didn't mind period sex. I. Love. It. I am so incredibly horny on day 3 of my period. I used to masturbate furiously each month; now I get to fuck him, be fucked, use sex toys, whatever. It's natural, and it makes the whole time easier for both of us.
Monday, June 4, 2012
He tied me up, and blindfolded me
I was nervous and excited. We had talked about tying me up. We'd bought the restraints more than a month ago during our date night. Only last night we had used them on him; now it was my turn.
He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.
He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.
He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.
And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.
He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.
And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!
He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.
He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full. He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.
He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy.
I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.
He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.
I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.
More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.
All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.
He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.
After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.
I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.
He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.
He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.
He secured my wrists and then my feet. Then he took one of my silk scarves and blindfolded me with it. The room was cold. He went to make his preparations; selecting his toys, cleaning them, preparing them so I couldn't see what was in store for me. I asked for a blanket to keep warm while I waited. I was denied.
He left the room and I asked where he was going. He didn't answer, but I could hear the clink of ice into a glass. I started to fret nervously. It was too cold for ice. I asked him to reconsider the ice; save it for a warmer night. Again, I was denied.
He continued preparations. I squirmed. My wrist restraints felt tight. Too tight. Internally I started to panic. I have this "thing" about feeling trapped. It's why I can't fall asleep as the little spoon sometimes; I feel like I can't move. I start to panic. And last night, I started panicking. I tried to loosen the restrains, but how could I? I called out to him. It was too scary, I needed them looser. At first he said no, but the rising panic in my voice came through. He loosened them and I relaxed a bit more.
And then he started. Silk gloves touched my skin, lightly. His hands ran all over my body. The silk against my hard nipples felt so smooth, so soft. It was unlike anything that had softly grazed my nipple. His hands wandered down my body to my legs and feet. Occasionally he would brush up against my pelvic bush and my body would tense. It tickled yet was so pleasurable.
He told me to open my mouth. I did so obediently without hesitation. He lifted my head up slightly and put the head of his dick in my mouth. I start sucking it immediately, just focusing on his head while he called me a good girl for being such a cock sucker. I sucked until he let my head rest back onto the bed (only a minute or two) and then waited for more.
And then there was an ice cube on my nipple. So cold, and so wet! It made me gasp and try to move away, but I could not. Then it was on the other one, and I flinched the other direction. He chuckled at my struggle. It left my body, but the cold remained a bit. Then a light stroke of cold ice on my stomach. My breast. My leg. My hip. It would appear at random spots on my body; I did not know what to do!
He made me spread my legs as far as my restraints would allow. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips and found my clit. The ice was so cold and dripping cold water droplets onto my pussy; but on my clit it was cold and hard. So hard that after the initial shock, it was incredibly arousing. But too soon he took it away. It glanced across my skin randomly before returning to my clit and melting there.
He got up from the bed and left me there, quivering with excitement and chill. When he came back, I heard lube being squeezed from a bottle. Then, a finger touching my asshole, and once locating it, our small pink dildo sliding smoothly in. It's been a long time since I've had anything in my ass... it felt full without being too full. He fucked me with the dildo a few times. I gasped in pleasure.
He inspected my clit. It wasn't hard like it had been from the ice; so he pulled my pussy lips wide and spanked my clit. My whole body flinched! I tried to move away and to hide myself from him; I could not move away. He persisted in spanking me until I was hard enough for him. Then, cool glass entered my pussy.
I definitely felt full. Slowly he started fucking me with it, then letting it rest in my vagina as he fucked my ass again. Then back to the glass. Then, my favorite bullet vibe lightly resting on my pussy lips just above my clit. He turned it on and let it sit there sending vibes through my pussy while he went back to fucking my ass again.
He rotated between moving or adjusting two of the three at each time while I reacted with flinching and moaning when I needed to. He started to focus on my clit with the vibe and the G-spot more. I told him to fuck me more with the dildo, yes right there, right there, harder, oh yes baby, oh yes, keep going, just like that, oh it's so good, I love it, please keep going, oh fuck don't stop. I had a G-spot orgasm. Then the intensity picked up and I felt that "Oh I have to pee!" like I had never felt before. I really thought I was close to squirting; I was certainly closer than I'd ever been before. I tried to pee, relax, let it go, but it didn't happen.
I did have another orgasm, this time a combo of G-spot and clit. he started playing with the rhythm on the bullet vibe. as I came he didn't stop playing with me. His tongue played with my clit for a bit; I moaned and screamed in pleasure. It was a complete surprise but another orgasm hit me.
More fucking with the glass dildo; he turned the vibrator up. He fucked me and kept the bullet on my clit so directly. He let the pullet rest on my clit while my pussy flexed against the dildo in me. It didn't take long for me to orgasm again.
All of a sudden, my blindfold was gone. He was kneeling over me leaning against the wall, staring down at me. His hand was jacking off his dick. But I couldn't focus on him. Instead, another orgasm was hitting me. My eyes shut in intense pleasure, when I opened he was intently staring, watching me writhe in pleasure. And another orgasm. They were growing more intense with each one. The bullet vibe remained, almost glued to my clit it seemed, while the glass dildo was unmoving in my pussy. My movements from orgasm only triggered more as my body moved the dildo slightly around my very sensitive vagina.
He watched me cum over and over, crying louder and louder. Really, truly struggling for relief. He jacked off over me, watching me unable to be still on the bed. Sweet torture. The orgasms wouldn't stop. I looked him in the eyes when I could open them, almost pleading for relief but the orgasms were too exquisite.
After something like 10 very hard orgasms in a row, he turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo - slowly. It took minutes for my body to calm down and stop twitching. He stood over me, jacking off and watching my face as the aftershocks waned. I whimpered my thanks and my helplessness. I was still bound and I wanted to be held by him. He wouldn't let me go until he had been satisfied.
I told him to jack off into my mouth so I could eat his cum. He knelt down and we shared minutes of looking in each other's eyes as he came closer to orgasm. When he came, I caught most of his load in my mouth and swallowed it happily.
He let me out of my restraints and it felt good to curl up into a ball on my side. He helped me up to get a drink and use the bathroom, and then held me in his arms as I fell almost instantly asleep.
He told me the next day the only reason he stopped the vibrator was my volume was beyond anything I'd screamed before and he was legitimately concerned the police would be called. If/when we get a house, I'm in major trouble.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
His first crop spanking
Note, this is part 2 of a 3 part story. Read part 1 here.
He flinched slightly at my little flicks with the crop against his butt. I gently ran my free hand over his cheeks, feeling him lightly. More little flicks. It felt like just the right weight in my hand - enough to get a good swoosh and land a slightly stinging hit, but not too heavy where the motion would feel too repetitive. Perfect.
I started spanking him more with it, alternating between cheeks. The head of the crop is a rectangle, about 3 inches long but only an inch wide. It gives a very direct hit which very quickly turns the skin a light blush red. I made sure both of his cheeks were turning a nice pink glow before I touched his cock for the first time.
I touch it, it was growing hard, but nowhere near hard yet. I was tempted to keep spanking him until he was hard, but it was nearly 2am and I did want to play with him a lot. My free hand reached around and started lightly running my fingers up and down his cock while my other hand was flicking his ass with the crop. I varied the strength of the hits - no need to make it repetitive quite yet. He flinched at the heavier blows, and relaxed with the lighter ones.
I paused to apply lube to his cock. We are running low on our good lube, so we bought some emergency back-up at the sex shop to make sure the good stuff lasted. It was runny and half dribbled onto the bed when I turned my hand over to apply to his cock. He tensed at its coolness. He had been growing harder still before I applied the lube, now he was almost rock hard with my hand gliding on him. He moaned into the bed, eyes closing.
I turned my attention back to his ass. I hit him with the crop, making random choices on which side and where to hit him, sometimes moving on, other times hitting him in the same spot over and over. It started to grow painful and he was flinching. With each flinch I watched his balls swing freely between his legs. I took the crop and gently, lovingly spanked him.
His eyes popped open in surprise. "Gentle!" he urged, almost panicked. I hit him again.
"Aren't I being gentle?"
"Well, yeah..." I hit his balls again and again. Then without warning, a hard SMACK to his ass. He moaned again. I dropped the crop and smacked him with my hand. I left an outline of my hand on one cheek, then the other. His ass was still pink from the crop, and now it was turning a brighter red. I hit him hard, making my hand sting. He moaned loud.
I stopped moving my hand on his cock, holding it still, and I spanked him with my hand again. His body flinched forward with my blows, forcing his cock to move slightly in my hand. Each blow was a mix of pain and pleasure for him and his moans betrayed which side was winning.
"Are you a naughty boy?" I asked.
"Yes... oh yes I'm naughty!" was the eager reply.
I hit him hard again. Again. Again. "Why are you naughty? Tell me reasons."
He didn't say a word. I hit him hard, as hard as my hand could. His eyes pinched in pain. I ordered him to tell me why he was naughty. I removed my hand from his hard cock again. More smacks. "Tell me, or I'll just spank you and let your dick go limp." He whimpered. My hand was stinging.
"I like boys." He almost whispered.
I picked up the crop and hit him very hard with it. He cried out. "Naughty! You shouldn't like boys!" Again and again I landed stinging blows on him. "You're so naughty. I bet you wish I was a boy jerking you off." I grabbed his dick in my hand and started jacking him off again.
He moaned into his pillow. When he didn't answer I spanked his balls lightly again. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yes!" he conceded. I spanked him for his answer. Then I dropped his cock again and spread his ass cheeks apart.
"I bet you wish he would eat your asshole, too."
He moaned again, and I applied fresh lube to my hand and went back to jerking him off. I spanked him with my hand again, focusing on one cheek while I bit his other ass cheek. "Naughty" I said in between bites. I kissed him a couple of times, then bit again. I watched my hand land blows on his red cheek. His dick felt very hard in my hand.
His ass was high in the air, perfect for receiving that cock or tongue I knew he was thinking about. I took up the crop again, used my dick-hand to spread his cheeks again, and spanked his asshole with the crop. "Naughty, naughty, naughty boy thinking about other men!" He moaned into his pillow again. "I know you want them to lick you there!" And then I was smacking his cheeks again, hard and my hand was on his dick jerking rough and fast.
"I am... I do... I'm so naughty...." he breathed into his pillow with shut eyes.
More blows with the crop and all of his ass was a nice red hue. I dropped the crop and used my hand again. "You're a fag," I said harshly. His eyes opened in surprised - I've never used that term before, only he has. But I spanked and jerked him hard, he moaned into his pillow more. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I held his dick, hand not moving again. I squeezed him gently.
"Thinking about those boys you like? I bet you wish they would do this," and I shoved my face into his ass, licking his asshole with fast rapid strokes. His whole body tensed and his moans became loud and high pitched. He begged me to not stop, keep going, lick that asshole...
I stopped. I spanked him for enjoying it too much. His moans became almost squeals of pleasure, I hit him with my hand as hard as I could. He twitched when his cock moved in my still hand. Yes, he was too close to orgasm still. I picked up the crop and made blows that I'm sure would sting. I had to make sure his ass stayed a bright red color.
Then I removed my hand from his very hard dick, and continued to lick his asshole again. I licked and tongued him, spreading his cheeks, forcing them apart. His squeals turned into the highest pitch sound he could make, disappearing into silence as I ate him out. I licked and kissed him as fast as I could. I attacked his asshole with my tongue.
Then I stopped again. More lube on my hands, then very strong jerking motions. His head rose off the pillow, eyes pinched shut. My other hand started smacking him very hard, pushing his body forward with the force of each blow. His cock was so hard in my hand it made my fingers hurt. I didn't relieve my grip, I jerked him faster. I spanked him with my flat palm pushing his body with each blow.
His head looked down towards his cock and I knew he was close. He always watches himself cum. I spanked as fast as I could without losing any strength in my blows to his very red cheek. "Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" He started to yell at me.
I didn't stop. I hit him over and over, arm swinging back while my other one held onto him, leaning forward with the blows so he didn't wrench his cock from my grip. He yelled it more, his body now pushing forward and my blows kept pushing him. "Don't you DARE STOOOO....." and the word was lost in his growl. I didn't stop. I spanked and jerked him while his body tried to get away from me. I pursued him.
He trembled and lost his strength, collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto his side. I looked at him, smiling. He was curled into a ball, moaning slightly.
I got up and washed the lube off my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I returned to the bed and lightly kissed his face; he jumped awake. His eyes opened briefly to look at me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you," he was barely speaking. "Oh baby. Oh my goodness."
"Yeah?" I said, grinning. He hadn't moved again.
"You are perfect. Just... perfect."
"Oh I am?"
"Yes. So... perfect. Oh my goodness...."
I crawled next to him and cuddled him. A few minutes passed and I replayed his orgasm in my head while I spooned him.
"Honey..." it was said with a tone I knew. "I don't think I can eat you out tonight..."
"I know," I said. "Tomorrow."
"Ok... thank you." And then, after a pause, "Honey...." in the same tone.
"Hmm?"
"I hate to ask you... but I'm really hungry... could you get me something to eat?"
"Now?"
"I'm so hungry... please?"
"Ok..."
"And something to drink, too?"
"Yes, dear."
I went to the kitchen. The clock read 2:58am. I had played with him for a lot longer than I realized. I made him a quesadilla, brought him a drink, and put on some cartoons as we cuddled in bed snacking. He ate leaning on his side; sitting up seemed like too much effort. He called me the best girlfriend and the perfect woman.
Finally, it was time for sleep. His cum spot which took up a good 3x6 inch square right in the middle of his normal sleeping spot. I moved him over closer to me, and held him as we went to sleep.
The next morning, he repaid the orgasm in some very excellent ways...
to be continued...
He flinched slightly at my little flicks with the crop against his butt. I gently ran my free hand over his cheeks, feeling him lightly. More little flicks. It felt like just the right weight in my hand - enough to get a good swoosh and land a slightly stinging hit, but not too heavy where the motion would feel too repetitive. Perfect.
I started spanking him more with it, alternating between cheeks. The head of the crop is a rectangle, about 3 inches long but only an inch wide. It gives a very direct hit which very quickly turns the skin a light blush red. I made sure both of his cheeks were turning a nice pink glow before I touched his cock for the first time.
I touch it, it was growing hard, but nowhere near hard yet. I was tempted to keep spanking him until he was hard, but it was nearly 2am and I did want to play with him a lot. My free hand reached around and started lightly running my fingers up and down his cock while my other hand was flicking his ass with the crop. I varied the strength of the hits - no need to make it repetitive quite yet. He flinched at the heavier blows, and relaxed with the lighter ones.
I paused to apply lube to his cock. We are running low on our good lube, so we bought some emergency back-up at the sex shop to make sure the good stuff lasted. It was runny and half dribbled onto the bed when I turned my hand over to apply to his cock. He tensed at its coolness. He had been growing harder still before I applied the lube, now he was almost rock hard with my hand gliding on him. He moaned into the bed, eyes closing.
I turned my attention back to his ass. I hit him with the crop, making random choices on which side and where to hit him, sometimes moving on, other times hitting him in the same spot over and over. It started to grow painful and he was flinching. With each flinch I watched his balls swing freely between his legs. I took the crop and gently, lovingly spanked him.
His eyes popped open in surprise. "Gentle!" he urged, almost panicked. I hit him again.
"Aren't I being gentle?"
"Well, yeah..." I hit his balls again and again. Then without warning, a hard SMACK to his ass. He moaned again. I dropped the crop and smacked him with my hand. I left an outline of my hand on one cheek, then the other. His ass was still pink from the crop, and now it was turning a brighter red. I hit him hard, making my hand sting. He moaned loud.
I stopped moving my hand on his cock, holding it still, and I spanked him with my hand again. His body flinched forward with my blows, forcing his cock to move slightly in my hand. Each blow was a mix of pain and pleasure for him and his moans betrayed which side was winning.
"Are you a naughty boy?" I asked.
"Yes... oh yes I'm naughty!" was the eager reply.
I hit him hard again. Again. Again. "Why are you naughty? Tell me reasons."
He didn't say a word. I hit him hard, as hard as my hand could. His eyes pinched in pain. I ordered him to tell me why he was naughty. I removed my hand from his hard cock again. More smacks. "Tell me, or I'll just spank you and let your dick go limp." He whimpered. My hand was stinging.
"I like boys." He almost whispered.
I picked up the crop and hit him very hard with it. He cried out. "Naughty! You shouldn't like boys!" Again and again I landed stinging blows on him. "You're so naughty. I bet you wish I was a boy jerking you off." I grabbed his dick in my hand and started jacking him off again.
He moaned into his pillow. When he didn't answer I spanked his balls lightly again. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yes!" he conceded. I spanked him for his answer. Then I dropped his cock again and spread his ass cheeks apart.
"I bet you wish he would eat your asshole, too."
He moaned again, and I applied fresh lube to my hand and went back to jerking him off. I spanked him with my hand again, focusing on one cheek while I bit his other ass cheek. "Naughty" I said in between bites. I kissed him a couple of times, then bit again. I watched my hand land blows on his red cheek. His dick felt very hard in my hand.
His ass was high in the air, perfect for receiving that cock or tongue I knew he was thinking about. I took up the crop again, used my dick-hand to spread his cheeks again, and spanked his asshole with the crop. "Naughty, naughty, naughty boy thinking about other men!" He moaned into his pillow again. "I know you want them to lick you there!" And then I was smacking his cheeks again, hard and my hand was on his dick jerking rough and fast.
"I am... I do... I'm so naughty...." he breathed into his pillow with shut eyes.
More blows with the crop and all of his ass was a nice red hue. I dropped the crop and used my hand again. "You're a fag," I said harshly. His eyes opened in surprised - I've never used that term before, only he has. But I spanked and jerked him hard, he moaned into his pillow more. I could tell he was getting close to orgasm, so I held his dick, hand not moving again. I squeezed him gently.
"Thinking about those boys you like? I bet you wish they would do this," and I shoved my face into his ass, licking his asshole with fast rapid strokes. His whole body tensed and his moans became loud and high pitched. He begged me to not stop, keep going, lick that asshole...
I stopped. I spanked him for enjoying it too much. His moans became almost squeals of pleasure, I hit him with my hand as hard as I could. He twitched when his cock moved in my still hand. Yes, he was too close to orgasm still. I picked up the crop and made blows that I'm sure would sting. I had to make sure his ass stayed a bright red color.
Then I removed my hand from his very hard dick, and continued to lick his asshole again. I licked and tongued him, spreading his cheeks, forcing them apart. His squeals turned into the highest pitch sound he could make, disappearing into silence as I ate him out. I licked and kissed him as fast as I could. I attacked his asshole with my tongue.
Then I stopped again. More lube on my hands, then very strong jerking motions. His head rose off the pillow, eyes pinched shut. My other hand started smacking him very hard, pushing his body forward with the force of each blow. His cock was so hard in my hand it made my fingers hurt. I didn't relieve my grip, I jerked him faster. I spanked him with my flat palm pushing his body with each blow.
His head looked down towards his cock and I knew he was close. He always watches himself cum. I spanked as fast as I could without losing any strength in my blows to his very red cheek. "Don't you stop, don't you dare stop!" He started to yell at me.
I didn't stop. I hit him over and over, arm swinging back while my other one held onto him, leaning forward with the blows so he didn't wrench his cock from my grip. He yelled it more, his body now pushing forward and my blows kept pushing him. "Don't you DARE STOOOO....." and the word was lost in his growl. I didn't stop. I spanked and jerked him while his body tried to get away from me. I pursued him.
He trembled and lost his strength, collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto his side. I looked at him, smiling. He was curled into a ball, moaning slightly.
I got up and washed the lube off my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I returned to the bed and lightly kissed his face; he jumped awake. His eyes opened briefly to look at me. "I love you," I said.
"I love you," he was barely speaking. "Oh baby. Oh my goodness."
"Yeah?" I said, grinning. He hadn't moved again.
"You are perfect. Just... perfect."
"Oh I am?"
"Yes. So... perfect. Oh my goodness...."
I crawled next to him and cuddled him. A few minutes passed and I replayed his orgasm in my head while I spooned him.
"Honey..." it was said with a tone I knew. "I don't think I can eat you out tonight..."
"I know," I said. "Tomorrow."
"Ok... thank you." And then, after a pause, "Honey...." in the same tone.
"Hmm?"
"I hate to ask you... but I'm really hungry... could you get me something to eat?"
"Now?"
"I'm so hungry... please?"
"Ok..."
"And something to drink, too?"
"Yes, dear."
I went to the kitchen. The clock read 2:58am. I had played with him for a lot longer than I realized. I made him a quesadilla, brought him a drink, and put on some cartoons as we cuddled in bed snacking. He ate leaning on his side; sitting up seemed like too much effort. He called me the best girlfriend and the perfect woman.
Finally, it was time for sleep. His cum spot which took up a good 3x6 inch square right in the middle of his normal sleeping spot. I moved him over closer to me, and held him as we went to sleep.
The next morning, he repaid the orgasm in some very excellent ways...
to be continued...
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The first night Pt2
Kissing, hands everywhere. I wanted him on top first, so there he
was. He was nervous about the size of his dick and my inexperience, I
was confident. It was only going to get better. I was ready. Now I don't
remember what he did or the exact details, but I do remember that I had
my first vaginal orgasm - my first 8 vaginal orgasms, before he came.
We cuddled, holding each other, laying together. It was sometime near morning, the night was fading to day. I was about to drift asleep when he started kissing me again, and he told me it was my turn to get on top.
I hated cowgirl. It never felt very good, I couldn't cum during it, I didn't know how to move... I'd had terrible experiences. I fretted, and voiced my concerns. He was confident, he knew I could cum this way, he was shocked I never had before. His confidence became mine... he used his hands to show me how to move, how to rock my hips, bounce my ass, play with his cock. It was long and if I sat all the way up it made me moan as it pushed against my cervix. It felt so, so good. Did I cum? Yes, a couple of times.
We cuddled some more, it was morning now. We teased and kissed, but didn't leave the bed. I think about an hour passed, and we had sex again. I came more and more. We learned about each other's bodies, what we liked. My whole world changed - sex was finally fun, exciting, extremely pleasurable.
I don't remember the rest of the details. I remember more cuddling, more sex, never sleeping. We drifted out of the room at about 5p for food - finally. We'd spent all day in bed, fucking, making out, cuddling, talking.
It was a good first night.
We cuddled, holding each other, laying together. It was sometime near morning, the night was fading to day. I was about to drift asleep when he started kissing me again, and he told me it was my turn to get on top.
I hated cowgirl. It never felt very good, I couldn't cum during it, I didn't know how to move... I'd had terrible experiences. I fretted, and voiced my concerns. He was confident, he knew I could cum this way, he was shocked I never had before. His confidence became mine... he used his hands to show me how to move, how to rock my hips, bounce my ass, play with his cock. It was long and if I sat all the way up it made me moan as it pushed against my cervix. It felt so, so good. Did I cum? Yes, a couple of times.
We cuddled some more, it was morning now. We teased and kissed, but didn't leave the bed. I think about an hour passed, and we had sex again. I came more and more. We learned about each other's bodies, what we liked. My whole world changed - sex was finally fun, exciting, extremely pleasurable.
I don't remember the rest of the details. I remember more cuddling, more sex, never sleeping. We drifted out of the room at about 5p for food - finally. We'd spent all day in bed, fucking, making out, cuddling, talking.
It was a good first night.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
The first night Pt1
Was I nervous? Not really. We had skyped - and by skyped I mean masturbated to each other, gotten each other off, seen each other naked... heck I even let him watch me shower a couple of times. So what was left? Touching each other, and that did not make me nervous. I was so excited.
He was nervous. He didn't tell me then, but he told me months down the road he was very, very nervous. He took a bus to come see me, and it was a 12 hour bus ride before I met him. I got the bus station early and his bus was late. The parking lot was scary and I'm pretty sure I witnessed either a drug deal or a car get stolen. I tried not to look because I didn't want to get shot. (Hey, it could happen).
So we texted, trying to get some sense of where he was. I told him I was nervous waiting alone, I wanted him there with me. But I was almost giddy excited, too. He replied back I would be fine, and that I better be horny too. I couldn't help but laugh. Silly boy - I hadn't touched myself in 3 or 4 days and I was on a sugar high waiting for him. Horny was not a concern in any means.
Nature called, so I moved from the parking lot to the bus station to wait. For being almost midnight people were everywhere. Finally he said they were pulling in, and I started looking among the sea of people streaming in through doors. And then I saw him. It doesn't matter how many hours we spent on skype, he looked different in 3D. Suddenly I got very shy... me in my new summer dress, showing more skin than I normally do.
I waved, and he found me in the crowd and walked up to me. We both gave a look at the floor, and I asked if he had everything (he did) and we started toward the parking lot. We walked outside, looking away from each other. What was I supposed to do? I hadn't been on a "first date" in... well, never. No, I've never had an official first date (that's another story). Suddenly I was a little panicked. I had no idea how to act or what to say... and then he grabbed for my hand. It was warm, and strong, and held mine so tightly and securely. I turned and looked at him, and he was smiling at me.
Suddenly I was warm but it wasn't from his hand. I knew we would be OK. We had made no official plans for what the night would bring, we would just let things happen. The walk to the car ended, and soon we were sitting in the front seat, and I reached for his hand again. It felt good to have him there. I turned the car on, chilled from the cool evening. When I turned to look at him, his free hand was on my face, pulling me by the base of my neck in for our first kiss. There was no shyness here, his mouth overwhelmed me. Everything was bigger and stronger than what I had experienced - his tongue was everywhere, and our lips fought for control. When we pulled away, I smiled shyly and he gave me a grin.
We had a several hour drive ahead of us, but it felt like thirty minutes. There was some talking, some periods of shyness, but eventually his hands wandered to my bare legs, pushing up my dress, and then they were on my shoulders, my neck, in my hair, my arms, fingers sliding down the front of my dress, tweaking a nipple, cupping my breasts. I had to tell him to stop, it was too distracting.
We made it to my apartment, it was sometime after 3a, but I wasn't tired at all. Inside, bag and purse were dropped and we were kissing again. It was new, yet completely familiar, completely normal. Like I'd gone a long time without water, but was remembering how good it tasted again. I pulled him toward the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pulled off my dress. Off came his shirt, my bra, his pants, my underwear, his underwear. More kissing.
We moved into the shower, washing away the travel of the day. We couldn't keep our mouths or hands off each other. Hands wandered, and I touched his cock for the first time. It felt incredibly good in my hand. He ran two hands down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers ran past my clit straight to my vagina. Two fingers slipped in, no problem (which for me was another first). He finger fucked me, and I braced myself against the wall of the shower as his vigorous strokes made me gasp for air.
I pulled his hand out, knelt in front of him, and sucked his cock into his mouth. I knew this was something he wanted. None of his exes had ever liked giving head, some had flat-out refused. I love sucking cock... but that's another entry for another day. The hot water was running down his back, and I could feel it running down his legs as I ran my hands up and down his legs and butt. I sucked him hard and deep. I gagged myself on his cock over and over... and then I threw up on his feet. (True story). I wiped my mouth off, and went back to sucking him off... His cock was so much longer than I was used to, I didn't know how to handle it. I ended up vomiting two more times, but I didn't stop, and he didn't stop me. The shower kept running... and soon the water was not hot but warm, and I sucked and licked away. His legs trembled, and the water ran cool. I sucked as hard as I could, when the water finally became cold we turned off the water.
He hadn't cum yet. I wasn't sure what was missing, that was the longest BJ I'd ever given. not two seconds after the water was off, he pulled me up, kissed my cheek, and told me not to feel bad - he had never cum from a BJ before. (Challenge: accepted). I rinsed my mouth, and we barely dried off, and ran to the bedroom.
He was nervous. He didn't tell me then, but he told me months down the road he was very, very nervous. He took a bus to come see me, and it was a 12 hour bus ride before I met him. I got the bus station early and his bus was late. The parking lot was scary and I'm pretty sure I witnessed either a drug deal or a car get stolen. I tried not to look because I didn't want to get shot. (Hey, it could happen).
So we texted, trying to get some sense of where he was. I told him I was nervous waiting alone, I wanted him there with me. But I was almost giddy excited, too. He replied back I would be fine, and that I better be horny too. I couldn't help but laugh. Silly boy - I hadn't touched myself in 3 or 4 days and I was on a sugar high waiting for him. Horny was not a concern in any means.
Nature called, so I moved from the parking lot to the bus station to wait. For being almost midnight people were everywhere. Finally he said they were pulling in, and I started looking among the sea of people streaming in through doors. And then I saw him. It doesn't matter how many hours we spent on skype, he looked different in 3D. Suddenly I got very shy... me in my new summer dress, showing more skin than I normally do.
I waved, and he found me in the crowd and walked up to me. We both gave a look at the floor, and I asked if he had everything (he did) and we started toward the parking lot. We walked outside, looking away from each other. What was I supposed to do? I hadn't been on a "first date" in... well, never. No, I've never had an official first date (that's another story). Suddenly I was a little panicked. I had no idea how to act or what to say... and then he grabbed for my hand. It was warm, and strong, and held mine so tightly and securely. I turned and looked at him, and he was smiling at me.
Suddenly I was warm but it wasn't from his hand. I knew we would be OK. We had made no official plans for what the night would bring, we would just let things happen. The walk to the car ended, and soon we were sitting in the front seat, and I reached for his hand again. It felt good to have him there. I turned the car on, chilled from the cool evening. When I turned to look at him, his free hand was on my face, pulling me by the base of my neck in for our first kiss. There was no shyness here, his mouth overwhelmed me. Everything was bigger and stronger than what I had experienced - his tongue was everywhere, and our lips fought for control. When we pulled away, I smiled shyly and he gave me a grin.
We had a several hour drive ahead of us, but it felt like thirty minutes. There was some talking, some periods of shyness, but eventually his hands wandered to my bare legs, pushing up my dress, and then they were on my shoulders, my neck, in my hair, my arms, fingers sliding down the front of my dress, tweaking a nipple, cupping my breasts. I had to tell him to stop, it was too distracting.
We made it to my apartment, it was sometime after 3a, but I wasn't tired at all. Inside, bag and purse were dropped and we were kissing again. It was new, yet completely familiar, completely normal. Like I'd gone a long time without water, but was remembering how good it tasted again. I pulled him toward the bathroom, turned on the shower, and pulled off my dress. Off came his shirt, my bra, his pants, my underwear, his underwear. More kissing.
We moved into the shower, washing away the travel of the day. We couldn't keep our mouths or hands off each other. Hands wandered, and I touched his cock for the first time. It felt incredibly good in my hand. He ran two hands down my body, from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers ran past my clit straight to my vagina. Two fingers slipped in, no problem (which for me was another first). He finger fucked me, and I braced myself against the wall of the shower as his vigorous strokes made me gasp for air.
I pulled his hand out, knelt in front of him, and sucked his cock into his mouth. I knew this was something he wanted. None of his exes had ever liked giving head, some had flat-out refused. I love sucking cock... but that's another entry for another day. The hot water was running down his back, and I could feel it running down his legs as I ran my hands up and down his legs and butt. I sucked him hard and deep. I gagged myself on his cock over and over... and then I threw up on his feet. (True story). I wiped my mouth off, and went back to sucking him off... His cock was so much longer than I was used to, I didn't know how to handle it. I ended up vomiting two more times, but I didn't stop, and he didn't stop me. The shower kept running... and soon the water was not hot but warm, and I sucked and licked away. His legs trembled, and the water ran cool. I sucked as hard as I could, when the water finally became cold we turned off the water.
He hadn't cum yet. I wasn't sure what was missing, that was the longest BJ I'd ever given. not two seconds after the water was off, he pulled me up, kissed my cheek, and told me not to feel bad - he had never cum from a BJ before. (Challenge: accepted). I rinsed my mouth, and we barely dried off, and ran to the bedroom.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
The firsts we've shared... so far
What makes our sex life so great? Variety! There's so much sex and kink in our lives, sometimes we're not sure what to do... some things are more favorite than others, but we do like to play. A lot.
Here are some firsts we've enjoyed:
1. Multiple orgasms. Believe it or not, before the BF I never enjoyed the awesomeness of cumming again and again. Before, I was only able to cum once at a time, and normally my clit would get so sensitive I couldn't come again for at least 24 hours. The first time I was able to multiple orgasm was having phone sex with the BF. Then we moved to skype where he would encourage me to keep going and how to keep going with my fingers/dildo/vibrator -- and I would cum 6-8 times each skype call. Hello new world!
2. Strap-on/Pegging. Before we met in person, we talked about what we liked and wanted to do. Top of the BF's list was being fucked with a dildo... so when we made plans to meet in person, we purchased a dildo and harness to use. We were both so excited - I've always wanted to fuck a guy and he's always wanted to be pegged. The dildo we got was HUGE -- but we used a lot of lube, talked, and yes I fucked him about a week after we met in person. Since that time, we've used that dildo in a variety of ways and I've been able to fuck him so good - he's cum just from me hitting that p-spot with no hands on his dick. I've never seen him cum so hard...
3. Rimming. Two firsts for me here - I've licked his asshole and I've had mine licked. I like to lick his while he's on his back so I can look him in the eyes while I'm doing it.
4. Anal sex. First for me... the first time we went to fast and it hurt quite a bit. I really didn't enjoy it. We talked and I researched and we tried again, and yes, it gets better!
5. Double Penetration (DP). Now I've not had 2 cocks in me, but I've had a slim dildo in my ass and him in my vagina... I was on my stomach and he fucked me with the dildo while fucking me. WOW.
6. Feet. This is a first for me... as you know the BF has a very strong foot fetish. (He notices feet before anything else on a person.) The first picture he wanted of me (after knowing what I looked like) was of my feet. When we have sex he loves to fuck hard while sucking my toes... it turns us both on so very much. He licks and sucks my toes and feet and the more it happens, the harder he fucks. I've also given him foot jobs - hard work ladies! But he can come just from my feet rubbing him lightly.
7. Watersports. This was a first for both of us. I've always wanted to pee on someone... and when the BF brought up me peeing on him, I was so delighted. By now we've both peed on each other. I really prefer peeing on him... though I'll let him pee on him as I know it turns him on. Someday soon, I'm gonna pee in his mouth - by his request. And I find that hot.
8. Cumming from oral sex. A first for both of us not in the same way. For me, my ex would never give oral sex, so I never had a chance. The BF loves to eat pussy - and he is pretty damn good at it. Now for my bragging point -- the BF has had a lot more sex in his life prior to me, but he has never cum from a blow job prior to being with me. The first night I tried sucking him off, but couldn't get him to cum. The second try? Yeah, he fucking came. And now he cums every time I suck him off.
9. Reverse cowgirl. Yeah, never done that before him.
10. Vaginal orgasms. I had never cum from sex prior to the BF... and now he makes me cum all the time from sex... so fucking awesome.
11. Stomach sex. Nope, never tried that either before the BF.
12. Shower sex. Never been able to try that before the BF. First night together he fingered me in the shower and I blew him in there (until the water ran out). Now when we have shower sex its always with me bent over, bracing against the tub edge and wall as he fucks me hard from behind.
13. Sissifying. The BF likes to wear panties and some girls clothing... and he's asked me to paint his finger nails pink. He's shaved his whole body... and you know what? I love it. I love how he can be authentically him. Maybe he's queer, I don't care. Sometimes I call him my slut, my girl, my bad little girl, and it turns him on.
14. Fisting. We celebrated the first "International Fisting Day" by trying fisting for the first time. We didn't quite get a whole fist, but four fingers and part of his thumb. We'll definitely be doing that again sometime soon! I think next time we need more lube and better communication.
There we are... 14 new things we've tried and shared... and there's so much more to do.
Here are some firsts we've enjoyed:
1. Multiple orgasms. Believe it or not, before the BF I never enjoyed the awesomeness of cumming again and again. Before, I was only able to cum once at a time, and normally my clit would get so sensitive I couldn't come again for at least 24 hours. The first time I was able to multiple orgasm was having phone sex with the BF. Then we moved to skype where he would encourage me to keep going and how to keep going with my fingers/dildo/vibrator -- and I would cum 6-8 times each skype call. Hello new world!
2. Strap-on/Pegging. Before we met in person, we talked about what we liked and wanted to do. Top of the BF's list was being fucked with a dildo... so when we made plans to meet in person, we purchased a dildo and harness to use. We were both so excited - I've always wanted to fuck a guy and he's always wanted to be pegged. The dildo we got was HUGE -- but we used a lot of lube, talked, and yes I fucked him about a week after we met in person. Since that time, we've used that dildo in a variety of ways and I've been able to fuck him so good - he's cum just from me hitting that p-spot with no hands on his dick. I've never seen him cum so hard...
3. Rimming. Two firsts for me here - I've licked his asshole and I've had mine licked. I like to lick his while he's on his back so I can look him in the eyes while I'm doing it.
4. Anal sex. First for me... the first time we went to fast and it hurt quite a bit. I really didn't enjoy it. We talked and I researched and we tried again, and yes, it gets better!
5. Double Penetration (DP). Now I've not had 2 cocks in me, but I've had a slim dildo in my ass and him in my vagina... I was on my stomach and he fucked me with the dildo while fucking me. WOW.
6. Feet. This is a first for me... as you know the BF has a very strong foot fetish. (He notices feet before anything else on a person.) The first picture he wanted of me (after knowing what I looked like) was of my feet. When we have sex he loves to fuck hard while sucking my toes... it turns us both on so very much. He licks and sucks my toes and feet and the more it happens, the harder he fucks. I've also given him foot jobs - hard work ladies! But he can come just from my feet rubbing him lightly.
7. Watersports. This was a first for both of us. I've always wanted to pee on someone... and when the BF brought up me peeing on him, I was so delighted. By now we've both peed on each other. I really prefer peeing on him... though I'll let him pee on him as I know it turns him on. Someday soon, I'm gonna pee in his mouth - by his request. And I find that hot.
8. Cumming from oral sex. A first for both of us not in the same way. For me, my ex would never give oral sex, so I never had a chance. The BF loves to eat pussy - and he is pretty damn good at it. Now for my bragging point -- the BF has had a lot more sex in his life prior to me, but he has never cum from a blow job prior to being with me. The first night I tried sucking him off, but couldn't get him to cum. The second try? Yeah, he fucking came. And now he cums every time I suck him off.
9. Reverse cowgirl. Yeah, never done that before him.
10. Vaginal orgasms. I had never cum from sex prior to the BF... and now he makes me cum all the time from sex... so fucking awesome.
11. Stomach sex. Nope, never tried that either before the BF.
12. Shower sex. Never been able to try that before the BF. First night together he fingered me in the shower and I blew him in there (until the water ran out). Now when we have shower sex its always with me bent over, bracing against the tub edge and wall as he fucks me hard from behind.
13. Sissifying. The BF likes to wear panties and some girls clothing... and he's asked me to paint his finger nails pink. He's shaved his whole body... and you know what? I love it. I love how he can be authentically him. Maybe he's queer, I don't care. Sometimes I call him my slut, my girl, my bad little girl, and it turns him on.
14. Fisting. We celebrated the first "International Fisting Day" by trying fisting for the first time. We didn't quite get a whole fist, but four fingers and part of his thumb. We'll definitely be doing that again sometime soon! I think next time we need more lube and better communication.
There we are... 14 new things we've tried and shared... and there's so much more to do.
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