Showing posts with label fingers. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
He accused me of fucking a bigger cock
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
How many orgasms can I take? his fantasy
The other night we were cuddling in bed just chatting. I can't remember if it was pre- or post- sex. He mentioned that one of our next toy purchases needed to be a secure tie-down system. Now we have three pairs of handcuffs - one metal, two cloth with velcro straps. The problem with the cloth is that the velcro can be ripped if you pull strong enough (and we both have) and the chain in between the cuffs is obviously very weak. The metal ones come open too easily as well.
So we can use the cuffs, but the one being cuffed or immobilized can break free. I can play within the rules, but he will not. He wants to make sure I can't escape without his help. He wants me to try to squirm, but be completely unable to. He wants complete control.
He wants to make me cum. A lot. He's made me cum almost 20 times in a short time of about an hour, I think. (You can read about that here). His "record" is when he made an ex cum 30-some times over the course of a couple hours. He (and I) would love to surpass this... but at some point I can barely take anymore sensation. For him, this becomes a delicious challenge. His vision:
Strap me down, hands above my head. Legs wide and straight. A strap across my stomach. All this to ensure that when I cum, I can twist, jump, and flail my legs, completely out of control. My back arches so high that I'm end up standing on one shoulder and my feet. I've never been immobilized when coming. I can't imagine what that would be like.
And he wants to watch it happen. He wants to use me with his dick and hands and mouth, make me cum over and over. I'll beg for him to stop, and he won't. He'll keep going. I'll cum more and more. I'll beg for relief, and he'll keep going. My pussy is his, its under his control. And I can't move. I am completely his. And his sole purpose is to pleasure me beyond anything I have ever experienced.
Whenever this strap, tie-down system is acquired, you will know. But I may need 24 hours to recover from it first. What I love about this fantasy is that it is entirely focused on MY pleasure. Not once did the topic of him cumming ever cum up. That's not the point. Although, I'll be curious to know how many times he does cum whenever this is experienced.
He wants to make me cum. A lot. He's made me cum almost 20 times in a short time of about an hour, I think. (You can read about that here). His "record" is when he made an ex cum 30-some times over the course of a couple hours. He (and I) would love to surpass this... but at some point I can barely take anymore sensation. For him, this becomes a delicious challenge. His vision:
And he wants to watch it happen. He wants to use me with his dick and hands and mouth, make me cum over and over. I'll beg for him to stop, and he won't. He'll keep going. I'll cum more and more. I'll beg for relief, and he'll keep going. My pussy is his, its under his control. And I can't move. I am completely his. And his sole purpose is to pleasure me beyond anything I have ever experienced.
Whenever this strap, tie-down system is acquired, you will know. But I may need 24 hours to recover from it first. What I love about this fantasy is that it is entirely focused on MY pleasure. Not once did the topic of him cumming ever cum up. That's not the point. Although, I'll be curious to know how many times he does cum whenever this is experienced.
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.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Oral fest
Before I tell you about this afternoon, there's some background about me you should know. My 9-year relationship with my ex was a disaster when it came to my pussy being eaten. The first time (my first time ever) it lasted all of 15 seconds before I got the "Honey, I can't do this... it tastes kinda gross. I can't stand it." That was on my 19th birthday... talk about disappointment and self-esteem crashing galore. For the next 6 years we were together (yes I know, I can't believe it lasted that long either) he would give it a try maybe once a year, and only if I showered right before and it would have to be the starting point and it would only last a minute before it got to "icky" for him to continue. So yes, I've been horribly, emotionally scarred and for years was convinced my pussy and all its juices were a source of disgusting, smelly material that no one save myself would ever enjoy.
But then I met the BF... Oral sex is one of the best feelings on earth. Period! I've still had my share of doubts, wondering if he's just being nice, is he really OK with the taste, etc. But today all the doubt, secret fears and worries went away with an incredible symphony of orgasms. Enjoy.
Today I got home from work early to finish the afternoon at home. As normal, I checked into twitter and tumblr to see what was new. The BF always going through tumblr with me so we can see the sexy pictures and see what the other person likes. Its like a little bit of voyeuristic foreplay for us. We hadn't been through tumblr in a few days, and the several pages of images and GIFs got us going... big time.A girl licking another's pussy in a wet, frantic way.
That image, as I explained to the BF, is one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I'm the girl on the bed... of course seeing this image and explaining it to him made me horny. And then I found another picture - and my hornyness started to escalate. He suggested we take a "sex break" from work... how can I argue with that? So off to the bedroom we went.
So in bed the BF wanted me on my back, and started fingering my very smooth, very bare pussy. I had a Brazilian wax yesterday and all of my hair is gone. The BF loves the way this feels - of course! He started playing with my clit and said he was going to give me a hand job... pretty much one of my favorite things to have. He starts off slow, teasing, and gentle, then fingers my vagina with strong, swift strokes. We are kissing lightly, just lips on lips, or a light sweep of his tongue on my lips. Its soft and sensual and very sweet.
Having my clit played with is very intense - most of the time I can't keep my eyes open, just clenched tight. Every once in a while I forced myself to look him in the eyes. He loves to watch my face, my reactions to what he's doing. Our whole bodies are under the covers, so we both can feel but not see. When I look away and close my eyes, he asks me if I'm picture other women fingering me. No, I reply, I'm imagining his fingers and what it looks like - seeing it in my mind what I'm feeling is so incredibly sexy and such a turn on for me. When I tell him what I am thinking, he smiles at me, he likes my answer.
"Purr for me," he says. "Purr my little kitty." So I make my moans more audible for him. He plays with my clit, playing with it more. "Ohh that's good kitty," he tells me. "Oh you like that huh... oh your clit boner is getting bigger. Keep purring for me." My moans tell him where to go, what to do... its like a secret map he's following to find a trigger to make my pleasure even more. Then he places his finger tips around my clit and starts pulling his hand up - he's jacking me off. "You like your clit being jacked off like a little dick, don't you?" I barely open my eyes, mouth open, and moan my agreement. "Oh I know you do... your clit boner is bigger."
And then he says something that gets me wild, "Beg me to eat your pussy... if you beg good enough, I might do it." And oooh he's teasing my clit and pussy so very much, and my moans are louder. I'm going wild with anticipation. I give up moaning, and start pleading with him. "Please, please, please eat my pussy... please baby please eat me..." and I'm begging more and more while he's jacking me off. I'm almost ready to cum from his fingers, I can't imagine how good it his mouth would feel right now.
He pulls the covers back, and climbs down to lay between my legs. He doesn't hesitate at all. His tongue is just suddenly on me, flicking across my clit, licking and lapping at it. It feels warm and soft, it feels so very good and my moans are echoing my pleasure. He pauses for a moment to readjust, pulls on one of my pussy lips to pull it up just a bit, and his mouth is back on me, eating away, making long strokes up and kissing my clit over and over. My legs are shaking from tension and my hips are flexing up slightly against him... he starts sucking on my clit, giving it sucking kisses. With a few more flicks of his tongue, I was cumming.
He didn't stop. He kept licking, sweeping his head back and forth very quickly to keep my orgasm going and going. I'm crying out so loudly. Then he pulled back, for a moment. I caught my breath and began to relax... and he went back to sucking on my clit. Another orgasm, and when he kept going and going, another orgasm. Now I'm bucking my hips and he's staying with me, flicking my clit and each stroke of his tongue makes me cry out.
He stops, and once again my legs and hips relax. He climbs up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips and chin. I'm everywhere and I'm sweeping my tongue and lips around his face, savoring the taste. Its delicious. "It tastes so good, doesn't it?" he asks me. My heart thrills at these words. The head of his dick is on my clit, hard but not moving. Its teasing me. He can feel me pushing into it lightly, and he rocks his dick on it. I'm so close to cumming again. Then he slides his dick into me, and I'm flooded with pleasure. His eyes open in shock or surprise, I'm not sure. "Ooooh baby! Your pussy has never felt so good... oh fuck baby I can't believe how good it feels right now." And he pulls out only slightly, and when he just barely pushes back in, my orgasm explodes and I'm crying his name, grinding my hips. He stops moving until I begin to relax, and the repeats the same slow movements. Another orgasm. Then another. He's barely able to control not cumming himself, I can tell, but suddenly he pulls out and climbs back down to my pussy, and he's eating me out again.
I'm hit with orgasm after orgasm, crying out his name over and over. His lips and mouth and tongue are tweaking my clit and I can't keep still, I don't know what's going on, just that I'm cumming over and over again. I don't know how much I came, the orgasms melted into each other and he didn't stop. He pulls up to kiss me again, and again he's covered in my cum all over his face. I'm kissing and licking him clean, loving how he loves it so much.
He rolls over next to me, and asks if its his turn to cum yet. I beg him for more - how can I stop when its this good? He can't believe I want more, but I only ask once and he climbs on top and sticks his dick in me.... again I explode into orgasm from hardly any movement. "So sensitive today" he whispers as he kisses my neck. "Such a sensitive pussy... oh fuck you're so wet," he says as I cum again. And again.
My whole body is bliss and he seems happy to keep me going - because he goes back down to my pussy and starts eating me out again. Now he's alternating between mouth and finger on my clit, toying with me. My legs and hips are tired, but I can't stop shaking, bucking, screaming, whipping my head back and forth as I grab pillows, his hands, his shoulders, his head, crying out his name. Its like one long orgasm that is neverending.
Finally, after what must have been 15-20 orgasms (that I can remember), he pulls away, kisses me again, and I almost savagely attack him with kisses, stopping only to say how much I love him. And he tells me he loves me so much, he thinks I'm delicious and he loves to eat me out. I am flooded with the most incredible emotional bliss I could ever imagine. I lay on his chest to catch my breath, let my brain try to figure out what just happened to me.
A few minutes pass, and I ask him how he'd like to cum... he asks for a foot job. Its been a long time since he's had one, and right now I'm just happy to be able to do make him cum that way. We grab the lube and I lather up my toes and soles of my feet and sit so I'm perpendicular to his body, ankles on his body. I've only given a few foot jobs to him, so I feel very inadequate with my skills. But he's moaning from my feeble strokes, rubbing the sole of one foot along his cock while the other cradles it. His cock is slippery and I can barely hold onto it with my feet. I manage to scrunch my toes on one foot, then slide his cock between my big toe and second toe stroking his head. He loves it. He's watching his cock slide between my feet. I jack him off with the soles of my feet, then alternate scrunching my toes around him and he tells me he loves it. He loves my beautiful feet and how good I make him feel. He's so turned on he can't look away. I stop only to reapply lube twice more, and he's begging to cum, especially when I hold his cock in between my toes. Finally I rapidly stroke him with one foot, pinning it against my other foot. He cums with a lot of force spilling cum on his stomach.
We wipe off the lube, pull up the covers, and fall asleep. An hour later, we're holding each other the same as when we fell asleep.
But then I met the BF... Oral sex is one of the best feelings on earth. Period! I've still had my share of doubts, wondering if he's just being nice, is he really OK with the taste, etc. But today all the doubt, secret fears and worries went away with an incredible symphony of orgasms. Enjoy.
Today I got home from work early to finish the afternoon at home. As normal, I checked into twitter and tumblr to see what was new. The BF always going through tumblr with me so we can see the sexy pictures and see what the other person likes. Its like a little bit of voyeuristic foreplay for us. We hadn't been through tumblr in a few days, and the several pages of images and GIFs got us going... big time.A girl licking another's pussy in a wet, frantic way.
That image, as I explained to the BF, is one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I'm the girl on the bed... of course seeing this image and explaining it to him made me horny. And then I found another picture - and my hornyness started to escalate. He suggested we take a "sex break" from work... how can I argue with that? So off to the bedroom we went.
So in bed the BF wanted me on my back, and started fingering my very smooth, very bare pussy. I had a Brazilian wax yesterday and all of my hair is gone. The BF loves the way this feels - of course! He started playing with my clit and said he was going to give me a hand job... pretty much one of my favorite things to have. He starts off slow, teasing, and gentle, then fingers my vagina with strong, swift strokes. We are kissing lightly, just lips on lips, or a light sweep of his tongue on my lips. Its soft and sensual and very sweet.
Having my clit played with is very intense - most of the time I can't keep my eyes open, just clenched tight. Every once in a while I forced myself to look him in the eyes. He loves to watch my face, my reactions to what he's doing. Our whole bodies are under the covers, so we both can feel but not see. When I look away and close my eyes, he asks me if I'm picture other women fingering me. No, I reply, I'm imagining his fingers and what it looks like - seeing it in my mind what I'm feeling is so incredibly sexy and such a turn on for me. When I tell him what I am thinking, he smiles at me, he likes my answer.
"Purr for me," he says. "Purr my little kitty." So I make my moans more audible for him. He plays with my clit, playing with it more. "Ohh that's good kitty," he tells me. "Oh you like that huh... oh your clit boner is getting bigger. Keep purring for me." My moans tell him where to go, what to do... its like a secret map he's following to find a trigger to make my pleasure even more. Then he places his finger tips around my clit and starts pulling his hand up - he's jacking me off. "You like your clit being jacked off like a little dick, don't you?" I barely open my eyes, mouth open, and moan my agreement. "Oh I know you do... your clit boner is bigger."
And then he says something that gets me wild, "Beg me to eat your pussy... if you beg good enough, I might do it." And oooh he's teasing my clit and pussy so very much, and my moans are louder. I'm going wild with anticipation. I give up moaning, and start pleading with him. "Please, please, please eat my pussy... please baby please eat me..." and I'm begging more and more while he's jacking me off. I'm almost ready to cum from his fingers, I can't imagine how good it his mouth would feel right now.
He pulls the covers back, and climbs down to lay between my legs. He doesn't hesitate at all. His tongue is just suddenly on me, flicking across my clit, licking and lapping at it. It feels warm and soft, it feels so very good and my moans are echoing my pleasure. He pauses for a moment to readjust, pulls on one of my pussy lips to pull it up just a bit, and his mouth is back on me, eating away, making long strokes up and kissing my clit over and over. My legs are shaking from tension and my hips are flexing up slightly against him... he starts sucking on my clit, giving it sucking kisses. With a few more flicks of his tongue, I was cumming.
He didn't stop. He kept licking, sweeping his head back and forth very quickly to keep my orgasm going and going. I'm crying out so loudly. Then he pulled back, for a moment. I caught my breath and began to relax... and he went back to sucking on my clit. Another orgasm, and when he kept going and going, another orgasm. Now I'm bucking my hips and he's staying with me, flicking my clit and each stroke of his tongue makes me cry out.
He stops, and once again my legs and hips relax. He climbs up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips and chin. I'm everywhere and I'm sweeping my tongue and lips around his face, savoring the taste. Its delicious. "It tastes so good, doesn't it?" he asks me. My heart thrills at these words. The head of his dick is on my clit, hard but not moving. Its teasing me. He can feel me pushing into it lightly, and he rocks his dick on it. I'm so close to cumming again. Then he slides his dick into me, and I'm flooded with pleasure. His eyes open in shock or surprise, I'm not sure. "Ooooh baby! Your pussy has never felt so good... oh fuck baby I can't believe how good it feels right now." And he pulls out only slightly, and when he just barely pushes back in, my orgasm explodes and I'm crying his name, grinding my hips. He stops moving until I begin to relax, and the repeats the same slow movements. Another orgasm. Then another. He's barely able to control not cumming himself, I can tell, but suddenly he pulls out and climbs back down to my pussy, and he's eating me out again.
I'm hit with orgasm after orgasm, crying out his name over and over. His lips and mouth and tongue are tweaking my clit and I can't keep still, I don't know what's going on, just that I'm cumming over and over again. I don't know how much I came, the orgasms melted into each other and he didn't stop. He pulls up to kiss me again, and again he's covered in my cum all over his face. I'm kissing and licking him clean, loving how he loves it so much.
He rolls over next to me, and asks if its his turn to cum yet. I beg him for more - how can I stop when its this good? He can't believe I want more, but I only ask once and he climbs on top and sticks his dick in me.... again I explode into orgasm from hardly any movement. "So sensitive today" he whispers as he kisses my neck. "Such a sensitive pussy... oh fuck you're so wet," he says as I cum again. And again.
My whole body is bliss and he seems happy to keep me going - because he goes back down to my pussy and starts eating me out again. Now he's alternating between mouth and finger on my clit, toying with me. My legs and hips are tired, but I can't stop shaking, bucking, screaming, whipping my head back and forth as I grab pillows, his hands, his shoulders, his head, crying out his name. Its like one long orgasm that is neverending.
Finally, after what must have been 15-20 orgasms (that I can remember), he pulls away, kisses me again, and I almost savagely attack him with kisses, stopping only to say how much I love him. And he tells me he loves me so much, he thinks I'm delicious and he loves to eat me out. I am flooded with the most incredible emotional bliss I could ever imagine. I lay on his chest to catch my breath, let my brain try to figure out what just happened to me.
A few minutes pass, and I ask him how he'd like to cum... he asks for a foot job. Its been a long time since he's had one, and right now I'm just happy to be able to do make him cum that way. We grab the lube and I lather up my toes and soles of my feet and sit so I'm perpendicular to his body, ankles on his body. I've only given a few foot jobs to him, so I feel very inadequate with my skills. But he's moaning from my feeble strokes, rubbing the sole of one foot along his cock while the other cradles it. His cock is slippery and I can barely hold onto it with my feet. I manage to scrunch my toes on one foot, then slide his cock between my big toe and second toe stroking his head. He loves it. He's watching his cock slide between my feet. I jack him off with the soles of my feet, then alternate scrunching my toes around him and he tells me he loves it. He loves my beautiful feet and how good I make him feel. He's so turned on he can't look away. I stop only to reapply lube twice more, and he's begging to cum, especially when I hold his cock in between my toes. Finally I rapidly stroke him with one foot, pinning it against my other foot. He cums with a lot of force spilling cum on his stomach.
We wipe off the lube, pull up the covers, and fall asleep. An hour later, we're holding each other the same as when we fell asleep.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday morning ritual and a bit more pt2
Part 2
If you haven't read part one, you can catch up here.
We are cuddling, laying facing the foot of the bed with our feet on the pillows, collapsed in a pile together from sex. I don't remember what we talked about. I know he wanted to get me out of bed to start the day, but I was feeling lazy. And still a little horny... I wanted to play with the bullet vibe on my clit.
So I flipped around and reached for my bullet vibe and handed him the control. I love to control the placement while he controls the vibrations. I never get off as good as when we pair up like that... I have only limited control -- he actually controls when I cum. And he loves to torture me until I'm crying for release. But today was not meant to be. The vibe would not turn on. We fiddled with it, replaced the batteries, and nothing. To say I was frustrated is an understatement. I just received this vibe on Friday, two days ago, and had received the most incredible orgasm from it then. I don't have anything that comes remotely close to it. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do. He handed me something I wasn't expecting - his prostate massage vibe. I think he could see the disbelief on my face. "Just try it," he encouraged. Well, why not? I hadn't used it on myself. I knew it was completely sanitized from his last use of it - and it is made from silicone. So I turned it one and started using it.
It doesn't replace the bullet vibe, but it was OK. If anything, the 7 different vibration options offered some good sensations. What was the hardest for me was trying to figure out what was comfortable - this toy has an odd shape to it (it wasn't made for a clit, after all!) but once I curved it around my clit, I found some very satisfying vibrations. The BF could tell it wasn't giving me quite the vibrations that I wanted, so he started running his hands up and down my body, from breasts or neck to hips, pussy, or thighs depending on his route of choice. Occasionally he would stop and brush my nipples or give them a tweak, but what really got me going (and does get me going every time) is his fingers brushing the outside of my pussy lips or my hand that is on my clit - its the biggest tease he can ever do and it drives me fucking wild with desire and pleasure. After driving me crazy for a bit, he ignored my pussy, making it worse for me. Now I needed his hand to tease me if I was going to get off, and he knew it. I waited and waited, cycling through the vibe cycles. Sometimes he would press down on the edge and wiggle it against my clit - boosting my pleasure and making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, but he wouldn't touch me and that's what I really, deeply wanted.
The vibe felt good, and as the BF started to play with my breasts, almost massaging them, I started getting flashes of sensual massage, where the masseuse covers you in oil and massages your whole body and ends up focusing on massaging your 'yoni' until you get off. But I wanted HIS fingers down there, playing with me. Fingers are so incredibly sexy and I get off just thinking about fingers on me, in me. I started picture him massaging me that way, filling my pussy with two fingers while he massaged my clit with this vibe where it was just enough to keep me on edge without spilling over into orgasm.
Suddenly, his fingers are in my entrance, rapidly moving back and forth and I can hear my lips and wetness moving so fast against his fingers. I explode in orgasm almost instantly, and keep riding the waves as pleasure as he keeps going, and I'm hit with orgasm number two almost as soon as the first is done. I remove the vibe, and the BF pulls away his fingers, and I rest my head against him.
We cuddle some more. I like to hold/be held after a good clit orgasm, and he happily obliges me for a few minutes. Or twenty, I'm not sure. I do know almost an hour and a half has passed since we first woke up. He wants to start the day and after all this cuddling I'm ready. As I go to get out of bed, I am on my stomach and I push my ass up in the air to really make it big for him. His reaction was beyond perfect: "OOooooh! You can't do that!!! You're so so naughty!" but as he says this, he's biting his lip and scooting over to my side of the bed. I play innocent.
"Do what? This?" And I stick it back up for him.
"No, you can't do that. You'll get me horny again." This doesn't sound bad to me, and I have a feeling he's already there. He's now sitting cross-legged next to me, I sit up and look at him.
"Now what?" I ask. I look at his dick which is sitting on his foot. Its not hard.
"Now I'm horny again. You're too sexy." And he starts jacking off his dick. I lay back down on my stomach, and push my ass into the air for him again. He reaches out with his free hand and starts rubbing it, one cheek than the other. He's playing with that fleshy part where it meats my thighs and making it jiggle in his fingers. "Ohh baby I love your ass!" he semi-whispers to me. Now I'm flexing my butt up and down, then wiggling my butt, flexing it up and down as he's watching it move for him. I can hear his hand speeding along on his dick.
I flex my legs and pull my feet up, soles near his face. He takes them and starts kissing them to his face. I start flexing and pointing them and he's gasping at the sight of them. He's running his fingers in the gaps when I flex and then kissing them scrunched together. I keep doing this, but then I start scrunching them fully on his face. I can't see what I'm doing, but it feels like I'm doing it on his mouth/chin area and then I feel his tongue darting in, licking at my toes so I know I've hit the spot. His groans are getting louder and there's nothing in the world but a mix of toes and lips and tongue for both of us. I hear him start to cum, the moans getting louder and longer with a final flurry of jacking off movements. I let my feet drop, sit up, and kiss him. We tell each other "I love you" and head off to face the day.
If you haven't read part one, you can catch up here.
We are cuddling, laying facing the foot of the bed with our feet on the pillows, collapsed in a pile together from sex. I don't remember what we talked about. I know he wanted to get me out of bed to start the day, but I was feeling lazy. And still a little horny... I wanted to play with the bullet vibe on my clit.
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| Pandora vibe - from Babeland |
It doesn't replace the bullet vibe, but it was OK. If anything, the 7 different vibration options offered some good sensations. What was the hardest for me was trying to figure out what was comfortable - this toy has an odd shape to it (it wasn't made for a clit, after all!) but once I curved it around my clit, I found some very satisfying vibrations. The BF could tell it wasn't giving me quite the vibrations that I wanted, so he started running his hands up and down my body, from breasts or neck to hips, pussy, or thighs depending on his route of choice. Occasionally he would stop and brush my nipples or give them a tweak, but what really got me going (and does get me going every time) is his fingers brushing the outside of my pussy lips or my hand that is on my clit - its the biggest tease he can ever do and it drives me fucking wild with desire and pleasure. After driving me crazy for a bit, he ignored my pussy, making it worse for me. Now I needed his hand to tease me if I was going to get off, and he knew it. I waited and waited, cycling through the vibe cycles. Sometimes he would press down on the edge and wiggle it against my clit - boosting my pleasure and making me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure, but he wouldn't touch me and that's what I really, deeply wanted.
The vibe felt good, and as the BF started to play with my breasts, almost massaging them, I started getting flashes of sensual massage, where the masseuse covers you in oil and massages your whole body and ends up focusing on massaging your 'yoni' until you get off. But I wanted HIS fingers down there, playing with me. Fingers are so incredibly sexy and I get off just thinking about fingers on me, in me. I started picture him massaging me that way, filling my pussy with two fingers while he massaged my clit with this vibe where it was just enough to keep me on edge without spilling over into orgasm.
Suddenly, his fingers are in my entrance, rapidly moving back and forth and I can hear my lips and wetness moving so fast against his fingers. I explode in orgasm almost instantly, and keep riding the waves as pleasure as he keeps going, and I'm hit with orgasm number two almost as soon as the first is done. I remove the vibe, and the BF pulls away his fingers, and I rest my head against him.
We cuddle some more. I like to hold/be held after a good clit orgasm, and he happily obliges me for a few minutes. Or twenty, I'm not sure. I do know almost an hour and a half has passed since we first woke up. He wants to start the day and after all this cuddling I'm ready. As I go to get out of bed, I am on my stomach and I push my ass up in the air to really make it big for him. His reaction was beyond perfect: "OOooooh! You can't do that!!! You're so so naughty!" but as he says this, he's biting his lip and scooting over to my side of the bed. I play innocent.
"Do what? This?" And I stick it back up for him.
"No, you can't do that. You'll get me horny again." This doesn't sound bad to me, and I have a feeling he's already there. He's now sitting cross-legged next to me, I sit up and look at him.
"Now what?" I ask. I look at his dick which is sitting on his foot. Its not hard.
"Now I'm horny again. You're too sexy." And he starts jacking off his dick. I lay back down on my stomach, and push my ass into the air for him again. He reaches out with his free hand and starts rubbing it, one cheek than the other. He's playing with that fleshy part where it meats my thighs and making it jiggle in his fingers. "Ohh baby I love your ass!" he semi-whispers to me. Now I'm flexing my butt up and down, then wiggling my butt, flexing it up and down as he's watching it move for him. I can hear his hand speeding along on his dick.
I flex my legs and pull my feet up, soles near his face. He takes them and starts kissing them to his face. I start flexing and pointing them and he's gasping at the sight of them. He's running his fingers in the gaps when I flex and then kissing them scrunched together. I keep doing this, but then I start scrunching them fully on his face. I can't see what I'm doing, but it feels like I'm doing it on his mouth/chin area and then I feel his tongue darting in, licking at my toes so I know I've hit the spot. His groans are getting louder and there's nothing in the world but a mix of toes and lips and tongue for both of us. I hear him start to cum, the moans getting louder and longer with a final flurry of jacking off movements. I let my feet drop, sit up, and kiss him. We tell each other "I love you" and head off to face the day.
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