"Will you let my penis in your pussy?" was the question he asked when I had suggested a quick nap before our busy evening. I shouldn't be surprised at the question; he has asked me before work this morning and I'd had to say no as I was already running 40 minutes behind schedule.
"Yes," was my simple reply, and he beat me running into the bedroom.
"Strip! Woman." he commanded. I only giggled and pealed off my work clothes. We stood on opposite sides of the bed and looked at each other. He grabbed his balls and penis and shook them toward me. My hands cupped my boobs and bounced them toward him. He bit his lip in appreciation.
We climbed into bed and under the sheet, laying on our sides. One arm beneath each of our heads held hands at the top of the mattress. The other arm pulled us closer together, each one gently massaging the others back. Legs touched from thigh to toe. We started with light kisses. Lips that barely parted and kisses were soft and light. His lips parted more and his tongue swept across my lips gently in the way I had teased him this morning. I sighed and kissed deeper into him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and sucking his bottom lip as I pulled away. He moaned as I returned to his bottom lip, sucking on it and gently biting it. He started to suck mine in return but I pulled away to kiss more of him. I closed my eyes and let my lips feel my way around his mouth. His lips are plumper than mine and I loved to kiss them.
His hands started wandering down towards my butt and then up to fondle my breast. He palmed my breast softly and then circled my nipple with his finger to make me shiver. His fingers traveled down my body to push apart my legs. I shifted to my back so his fingers could find their way to my waiting clit.
I watched his face as his fingers found their way to my wetness. I had wanted him since I saw his hard cock this morning and teased him with my parting kisses; his eyes grew wide at the discovery of just how wet I was. He only gave me a few strokes on my clit before getting up to enter me.
He knelt over my body and positioned his penis head at the entrance of my vagina, but he did not enter. First he kissed me some more, from my lips to my breasts. He took time to suck on each of my pointed nipples, watching me slightly arch into him. As he made his way back up my body, his dick entered me slightly.
He rocked back and forth gently, his penis barely entering with each thrust. I was wet enough for his whole cock, but he wasn't rushed. He savored each gentle thrust in me, barely increasing his depth. The slow movement teased my G-spot and I closed my eyes again in pleasure. His head rested on my breasts until his entire dick was in me. He paused and pushed up to stare into my eyes. His face was pinched in pleasure. It was the face that had only entered our sex life almost a year into our relationship; a face of more than pleasure, but pleasure, passion, lust, and the deepest love. Like the core of his feelings worn on his face for me. The face I see so often now, and love so much.
He now thrust deep into me and pulled out slowly. More pleasure from my G-spot and I told him he was going to make me squirt. He called me a squirting machine. I said it was his fault for turning me into that. He gladly accepted that responsibility, and sank his head back onto my breasts.
From below him, I pumped my hips, pushing out as I flexed up and into him, then squeezing his dick as I pulled away. He stopped moving and let me fuck him from below. I could feel my wetness surrounding him, this cushion between us that felt so good. His hands moved under my head to cradle me and he kissed me with urgency. He moaned into me as I fucked him a bit faster. His breath caught in his throat each time I almost pulled away.
He knelt before me and started fucking me hard and quick, where his balls slap me and his cock hits my cervix so I cry out with each fast strike. Pain and pleasure mixed; it felt good in such a strange blend of feeling. His body made a loud slapping noise as he fucked into me and I felt an orgasm start to build. One hand still cradling my head, he kissed me until my hands clutched his back as my orgasm built and I came, squeezing him with my pussy and my fingers on his shoulders. He paused deep in me as my body shook around him.
A few seconds of my body being tense while my body was flooded with pleasure. He felt my fingers relax, and resumed fucking me, hard and fast again. My orgasm was barely subsided and the pleasure was coursing through my veins. Feeling him moving inside me again, feeling my come pooling just outside my vagina, I screamed in pleasure. My eyes were shut as he fucked me into another orgasm.
This time my hips bucked and my back arched against him. My body was wild and thrashing. He stopped his rhythm again to watch me in my ectasy. I could feel my body, my vagina, moving around him. Squeezing him and feeling his hard girth in me just caused the waves of pleasure to continue to spread through me.
He started again soft and shallow. Shallow hitting that spot that, if I could relax the right way, I know would end in squirting. I forced my body to relax, focusing on breathing and moaning. Our faces were touching cheek to cheek but where our lips were almost next to each other. We were breathing and moaning in each others ears. I clawed at his back, I could feel it coming.
And squirt poured all over his dick. He felt the warm stream hit him and pour down his balls. His hands, still in my hair, grabbed tight. His hips no longer gave me shallow thrusts, but quick deep ones which cut off my squirt and then forced it from my body. He called my name and I clung to him.
He was overtaken by the moment and fucked me like he needed to. Fast, quick, deep, rough. It didn't take much to send him over the edge to his own orgasm in which he pushed in as deep as he could while I cried out at the invasion. He collapsed on my breasts and I held him. We cuddled for a few moments sharing contented sighs.
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Force me
"Force me," I said. "Force me to suck your dick. Force it down my throat. Push my head, make take it." I was kneeling on the bed, eyeliner and mascara on. I wanted him to see it run down my face.
His cock was already hard from tonguing my pussy earlier. I love his tongue on my pussy, but when he sticks it in me, wraps his hands around the outside of my legs, and pushes in until his face is up against my body and then starts wiggling his head, I completely lose it. I go from moaning slightly to a squirming, howling mess. He'll stay in me until his tongue is coated in my come. Then he'll pull out, take a few breaths and let my body still, and do it again.
And now it was my turn. I looked up at his face. He's always timid about really forcing his cock down my throat. He knows how sensitive my gag reflex can be and I think he's afraid of pushing me too far. Tonight, I wanted to be pushed.
His hard cock stood out at me and I started to lightly suck it, working my way from head down toward the base. Each bob of my head took me a bit closer as I let my saliva wet him and my tongue swirl at that spot he loves. His legs bowed slightly as I made my way. His left hand reached back for our headboard to help steady himself as he stood on the mattress. I appreciated the choice of the mattress - it made my knees feel so much better than the floor.
I started to slide down more onto his cock, right to the point where my gag reflex would be triggered. I choked and pulled up, leaving a trail of spit stringing between his dick and my lips. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked up into his eyes. He was staring down at me, watching. I closed my eyes and pushed back down onto his dick, gagging again. More spit. Again. Again. His right hand gently rubbed the back of my head, letting me work up my throat and gain control over my gagging.
I took a deep breath, and then pressed full onto his cock, pushing into my throat. I always struggle with keeping my throat open, and I felt his cock stop, blocked. And then his hand pushed me, and his cock forced itself into me.
Air cut off, slight pain of being stretched in the way I love, my body wanted to push away and yet I wouldn't allow it. I choked against him for a bit, and then he released me. I came up, gasping for air. A huge intake of breath followed by an exhale. Tears on the side of my eyes, waiting to fall. His cock was covered in thick, throaty cum. Back into my mouth for a few shallow bobs of my head, and I pushed down again, and he pushed me further. It went easier this time, but I had to fight my body for control.
A tear fell down my face as he released my head and I gasped for air again. On and on he forced me, making me stay longer than I wanted to. Pushing me sooner than I expected. Doing exactly as I wanted him to. As I asked him to.
Spit ran down my chin, mascara and eyeliner ran down my cheeks and smeared onto his belly as my body struggled against his. He played with my breathing and held me even when my hands pushed him away. I looked up and him and he watched my wet face with muted interest. His pleasure was all that was important and my discomfort was part of that pleasure.
"You've become quite a cock slut, haven't you?"
I looked into his eyes. "I always was," and then slid my mouth back onto his sensitive dick. Each bob and lick was met with soft moans from his mouth.
In the end, we pushed my gags too far and decided to change from the deep throating. He ordered me to my desk where I was to live-tweet the sex we were having. He still didn't make it easy by making me squirt (on our carpet!) and then pulling my hair so I couldn't see the keyboard and barely the screen.
It made for one hell of a fucking, and neither of us cared we missed the first 10 minutes of the Superbowl. Sometimes you just need to be used.
His cock was already hard from tonguing my pussy earlier. I love his tongue on my pussy, but when he sticks it in me, wraps his hands around the outside of my legs, and pushes in until his face is up against my body and then starts wiggling his head, I completely lose it. I go from moaning slightly to a squirming, howling mess. He'll stay in me until his tongue is coated in my come. Then he'll pull out, take a few breaths and let my body still, and do it again.
And now it was my turn. I looked up at his face. He's always timid about really forcing his cock down my throat. He knows how sensitive my gag reflex can be and I think he's afraid of pushing me too far. Tonight, I wanted to be pushed.
His hard cock stood out at me and I started to lightly suck it, working my way from head down toward the base. Each bob of my head took me a bit closer as I let my saliva wet him and my tongue swirl at that spot he loves. His legs bowed slightly as I made my way. His left hand reached back for our headboard to help steady himself as he stood on the mattress. I appreciated the choice of the mattress - it made my knees feel so much better than the floor.
I started to slide down more onto his cock, right to the point where my gag reflex would be triggered. I choked and pulled up, leaving a trail of spit stringing between his dick and my lips. I took a couple of deep breaths and looked up into his eyes. He was staring down at me, watching. I closed my eyes and pushed back down onto his dick, gagging again. More spit. Again. Again. His right hand gently rubbed the back of my head, letting me work up my throat and gain control over my gagging.
I took a deep breath, and then pressed full onto his cock, pushing into my throat. I always struggle with keeping my throat open, and I felt his cock stop, blocked. And then his hand pushed me, and his cock forced itself into me.
Air cut off, slight pain of being stretched in the way I love, my body wanted to push away and yet I wouldn't allow it. I choked against him for a bit, and then he released me. I came up, gasping for air. A huge intake of breath followed by an exhale. Tears on the side of my eyes, waiting to fall. His cock was covered in thick, throaty cum. Back into my mouth for a few shallow bobs of my head, and I pushed down again, and he pushed me further. It went easier this time, but I had to fight my body for control.
A tear fell down my face as he released my head and I gasped for air again. On and on he forced me, making me stay longer than I wanted to. Pushing me sooner than I expected. Doing exactly as I wanted him to. As I asked him to.
Spit ran down my chin, mascara and eyeliner ran down my cheeks and smeared onto his belly as my body struggled against his. He played with my breathing and held me even when my hands pushed him away. I looked up and him and he watched my wet face with muted interest. His pleasure was all that was important and my discomfort was part of that pleasure.
"You've become quite a cock slut, haven't you?"
I looked into his eyes. "I always was," and then slid my mouth back onto his sensitive dick. Each bob and lick was met with soft moans from his mouth.
In the end, we pushed my gags too far and decided to change from the deep throating. He ordered me to my desk where I was to live-tweet the sex we were having. He still didn't make it easy by making me squirt (on our carpet!) and then pulling my hair so I couldn't see the keyboard and barely the screen.
It made for one hell of a fucking, and neither of us cared we missed the first 10 minutes of the Superbowl. Sometimes you just need to be used.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Early Morning Booty Call (literally)
Loud, obnoxious jazz music jolted me awake. Actually I was already awake, but the music made me go from very sleepy to wide awake. I had known it was early and now that my boyfriend's 5am alarm was going off, I knew just how early it was -- on a Saturday.
He snoozed the alarm and rolled over to cuddle me. His body was so hot to the touch. How could he sleep under the quilt and be comfortable? I threw off my covers and then cuddled into his big spoon. His arm wrapped around me and settled just under a breast. He moaned contentedly and kissed my shoulder, nuzzling me with his nose and lips.
My brain was so awake from that sudden music, but my body was still asleep and relaxed. Heat from his body warmed me. I noticed that he had no boner, unlike the ones I normally feel when he spoons me first thing in the morning. The alarm must have thrown his body off.We laid there together, little sighs and swallowed moans of early morning happiness as our communication back and forth.
Then the music went off again. He flipped over to turn it off, and I complained of the noise - it was louder this time. He turned it off and continued to just lay in bed. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and asked if he was going to get up now. He laughed at my contradiction - asking if he were about it get up, but laying on his chest as if to hold him there. Guilty as charged.
He said he would jack off first and then get up. I snuggled in to him, wrapping a hand around his inner thigh and laying my head so he could tuck it under his chin as we normally do when I'm not participating or expecting an orgasm in return. This time I planned on just resting and enjoying it while he did all the work. It was too early for me to do anything else.
Not a minute later, he whispered to me, "I wish I could lick your booty hole." I perked my head up.
"Oh you do?"
"Yes," he breathed. "I wanna lick it."
"It's clean, you can if you want to." I had showered before going to bed. I pulled myself away from his body and crawled up, kneeling 'face down, ass up' on my own pillow so he could find my ass in the dark.
He got up, and knelt behind me. Still jerking off, his fingers of his left hand glided across my skin as he felt his way in the dark. Such a light touch despite his obvious lust. Finger were replaced by lips as he landed soft kisses that swept from one side of my ass to the other, avoiding the cleft in the middle.
I wondered if being in pitch black was making him act slower, or if he was just trying to find his way. Then a finger slide in my crack and expertly located my anus. He wasn't "lost" in the dark, he was just taking his time and slowly approaching the inevitable.
The finger circled around my hole before lightly pressing on it. My body tense, and then a tongue was suddenly replacing the finger and my body jolted in surprise and excitement. Oh, I love it when he rims me. The first lick was small and light, like a test run. He felt my body respond and heard the moan escape my lips. I was his.
He pressed his face into my ass crack and tongue swept across my booty hole. He made circles and sweeping movements. His mouth explored me expertly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.
Normally I hear the sounds of his hand on his penis and his soft moans. We always have lights on during sex so we can see one another. But in the dark, facing away from him, with a fan running in the room, all I could detect of him was the tongue licking my asshole. It was strange, being so cut off from him and yet so intimately connected. My moans were loud and I knew he would hear me. I had no idea until my first rim job that I could get off just from him licking my asshole.
Suddenly I felt his tongue probe me, entering my asshole. My hips rocked in pleasure and I felt my anus contract around the tip that was in me, moan turning into soft scream. He pulled out and repeated this, my hips bucking more and I felt the orgasm draw close.
He pushed more tongue into me and was pulling out when I came, aware of the spasms I was making around him. He could feel every contraction of my pleasure around his tongue. He licked me and probed me through my orgasm and continued with the same fervor once my moans diminished a bit. I was lost in post-orgasmic bliss, hugging my pillow beneath me, and I heard his final grunts of orgasm break through that invisible sound barrier between us.
He collapsed for a moment on the bed and accused me of being naughty for talking him into such a filthy act so early in the day. I giggled and teased him for being so easy to convince.
He snoozed the alarm and rolled over to cuddle me. His body was so hot to the touch. How could he sleep under the quilt and be comfortable? I threw off my covers and then cuddled into his big spoon. His arm wrapped around me and settled just under a breast. He moaned contentedly and kissed my shoulder, nuzzling me with his nose and lips.
My brain was so awake from that sudden music, but my body was still asleep and relaxed. Heat from his body warmed me. I noticed that he had no boner, unlike the ones I normally feel when he spoons me first thing in the morning. The alarm must have thrown his body off.We laid there together, little sighs and swallowed moans of early morning happiness as our communication back and forth.
Then the music went off again. He flipped over to turn it off, and I complained of the noise - it was louder this time. He turned it off and continued to just lay in bed. I turned over, laid my head on his chest, and asked if he was going to get up now. He laughed at my contradiction - asking if he were about it get up, but laying on his chest as if to hold him there. Guilty as charged.
He said he would jack off first and then get up. I snuggled in to him, wrapping a hand around his inner thigh and laying my head so he could tuck it under his chin as we normally do when I'm not participating or expecting an orgasm in return. This time I planned on just resting and enjoying it while he did all the work. It was too early for me to do anything else.
Not a minute later, he whispered to me, "I wish I could lick your booty hole." I perked my head up.
"Oh you do?"
"Yes," he breathed. "I wanna lick it."
"It's clean, you can if you want to." I had showered before going to bed. I pulled myself away from his body and crawled up, kneeling 'face down, ass up' on my own pillow so he could find my ass in the dark.
He got up, and knelt behind me. Still jerking off, his fingers of his left hand glided across my skin as he felt his way in the dark. Such a light touch despite his obvious lust. Finger were replaced by lips as he landed soft kisses that swept from one side of my ass to the other, avoiding the cleft in the middle.
I wondered if being in pitch black was making him act slower, or if he was just trying to find his way. Then a finger slide in my crack and expertly located my anus. He wasn't "lost" in the dark, he was just taking his time and slowly approaching the inevitable.
The finger circled around my hole before lightly pressing on it. My body tense, and then a tongue was suddenly replacing the finger and my body jolted in surprise and excitement. Oh, I love it when he rims me. The first lick was small and light, like a test run. He felt my body respond and heard the moan escape my lips. I was his.
He pressed his face into my ass crack and tongue swept across my booty hole. He made circles and sweeping movements. His mouth explored me expertly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure.
Normally I hear the sounds of his hand on his penis and his soft moans. We always have lights on during sex so we can see one another. But in the dark, facing away from him, with a fan running in the room, all I could detect of him was the tongue licking my asshole. It was strange, being so cut off from him and yet so intimately connected. My moans were loud and I knew he would hear me. I had no idea until my first rim job that I could get off just from him licking my asshole.
Suddenly I felt his tongue probe me, entering my asshole. My hips rocked in pleasure and I felt my anus contract around the tip that was in me, moan turning into soft scream. He pulled out and repeated this, my hips bucking more and I felt the orgasm draw close.
He pushed more tongue into me and was pulling out when I came, aware of the spasms I was making around him. He could feel every contraction of my pleasure around his tongue. He licked me and probed me through my orgasm and continued with the same fervor once my moans diminished a bit. I was lost in post-orgasmic bliss, hugging my pillow beneath me, and I heard his final grunts of orgasm break through that invisible sound barrier between us.
He collapsed for a moment on the bed and accused me of being naughty for talking him into such a filthy act so early in the day. I giggled and teased him for being so easy to convince.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
TMI Tuesday: Comfort and Thrill of Sex
1. How do you feel about giving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t really enjoy it.
e. I don’t enjoy it at all.
f. I have never given anal sex.
g. I have never given anal sex, but would like to start.
My answer: A. I love to fuck with boyfriend with my fingers or toys! If I had a dick, I'd fuck him with it, too. I love to do it face-to-face so I can watch his pleasure and judge how I need to go with my angle and pace.
His answer: A. (When I asked him, I hadn't even finished asking "Do you love it?" when he answered "Fuck yeah!" with eyes lit up.)
2. How do you feel about receiving anal sex (penetration with penis, finger or sex toys)?
a. I love it.
b. I enjoy it.
c. I’m ok with it.
d. I don’t enjoy it at all.
e. I have never received anal sex.
f. I have never received anal sex, but would like to start.
My answer: B. I would add that while I enjoy anal sex, I am not always in the mood for it and its rarely on top of my list. Now if you're going to lick my asshole, I'm up for that any time. ANY TIME.
His answer: A. He loves it, loves it, loves it. He'll take it anyday I think.
3. How do you feel about getting undressed in front of a new lover, for the first time, as he/she watches you?
a. It’s a turn on for me.
b. It turns me on a little bit.
c. I like it, but only because it gets him/her going.
d. It does nothing for me.
e. I don’t like doing it because I am shy.
f. I don’t like doing it because I think it’s immoral/improper.
My answer: This was a hard one for me. I've only had 2 lovers. The first one the undressing happened VERY slowly over almost 2 years. With my BF, I undressed for him on webcam before I did it in person. Both times I felt self conscious and shy, but his response turned me on. I undressed very quickly when we met in person and he did the same. I think we were alreayd so turned on the act of undressing didn't do it so much.
His answer: A again. He says it definitely turns him on, and all the time, not just the first time.
4. Do you express your sexual pleasure with moans, groans, sighs, and other noises (provided that you are actually turned on)?
a. Yes, each time I have sex (90-100% of the time).
b. Yes, on most occasions (70-89% of the time).
c. Yes, on some occasions (40-69% of the time).
d. Yes, on a few occasions (10-39% of the time).
e. Yes, but only on special occasions (1-9% of the time).
f. Never, not even when I am really turned on.
My answer: A, all the time. I cannot stifle my vocal expression of pleasure. I've managed to do this only once or twice and it was super difficult.
His answer: A. I am so happy to be with a partner who has no voicing his pleasure. Now he calls out my name when he masturbates next to me and that is one of the best sounds in the world.
5. Do you talk to your partner in a sexually explicit way?
a. Talking dirty is one of our favorite activities.
b. Occasionally, I like to talk dirty with my partner, and I do it with ease.
c. I talk dirty with my partner, but it feels awkward.
d. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but I don’t dare for fear of being judged or ridiculed.
e. I would like to talk dirty with my partner, but she/he isn’t into it.
f. I don’t talk in such a way because I think it is inappropriate.
g. I don’t talk in such a way because I can’t bring myself to do it.
Our answer: B. We talk dirty all the time. Our second language is innuendo. Is it one of our favorite activities? I'm going to say no just because we DO talk about a lot more than just sex. We've been living together for a year and communication and being on the same page is one of our highest priorities. So by default B.
6. What kind of animal do you most sound like when building to a climax?
a. quiet little mouse
b. low moaning wolf
c. screeching beluga whale
My answer: I am a C. If B had read "Howling at the moon wolf" then that would have worked. What can I say? If you're with me, you'll know if I am enjoying myself.
His answer: He had no clue, so I selected B for him. He's nowhere near me in terms of loudness, and his vocalisations are more quiet than loud.
Bonus: Which do you prefer comfort sex or thrill-seeking sex? Why?
Comfort seekers value
deep intimacy, quiet engagement and trust over time of familiar
relationships. For them sex is best as a safe, loving nurturing space.*
Thrill seekers value wild energy, adventure and novelty; they are willing to try open relationships, testing themselves outside average sexual practices. These folks crave a place to push the boundaries of new experiences.*
Thrill seekers value wild energy, adventure and novelty; they are willing to try open relationships, testing themselves outside average sexual practices. These folks crave a place to push the boundaries of new experiences.*
I'd say I'm a comfort-thrill seeker. I want to build deep intimacy with novelty and pushing the limits. Yes we have discussed open relationships and we are definitely not "average" in our sexual experience, but that does not mean I'm giving up sex as a "safe, loving and nurturing space." I'd say I am currently experiencing both and I love that.
*Adapted from Susan Mernit’s blog
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!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.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
I made him watch me masturbate
Friday. I woke up horny. I ran off to work. Once there, I got wound up on twitter talking with wonderful, sexy people about making out with a girl, chewing gum as practice for oral sex, and how my hornyness was causing me to hit on almost any woman I found attractive on twitter.
And of course, everyone taunted me. By noon I could smell myself just sitting at my desk. I took extra pee breaks just to smell me more - and wipe out the extra wet off of my pussy. After work I had some errands to run, and I could barely stand not going home to masturbate.
Finally, home after 6pm, and I'm aching to orgasm. I tell the boyfriend, and we devise a genius plan. Into the bedroom we disappear, both stripping naked. I sit him up with his back on the footboard of the bed. I took our rope handcuffs and tied them together behind his back tight through one of the bars. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and I laid down with my legs up and over his legs. I had told him he wasn't allowed to cum until tonight when I would fuck him with a toy of my choosing. For now, he had to sit and watch.
I laid down and displayed myself to him, pulling my pussy lips wide open. I slid a finger down and wiggled it just outside the entrance of my vagina. The noise was loud in the room; it made him gasp. I ran my feet down his legs to his balls and dick. It was quickly growing hard. He bit his lip as he looked at me, telling me it was wrong to tease him so much with my feet. I pulled a finger out and tasted myself and made a show of it for him. Delicious. He licked his lips.
I took out a new toy, a bullet vibe that is four inches long and has a beautiful shape of multiple bulbs. I had never used this toy yet, but I wanted it in me. I turned it on, and pushed it in. Aaaahh yes that was what I was needed. I slid it in and out slowly, testing the vibrations. I spread my pussy lips wide so he could watch. He bit his lip. His legs tensed.
I loved how it filled me but just a little, not too much. Sliding in and out of me I could feel the ripples. It felt much longer than four inches as each rippled passed in and out of me. Pulling out felt the best, it made me moan. I pushed it in me, and left it there. I played with my clit with my fingers a little bit, and then I felt my vagina tensing around the vibe.
An idea hit me. I used my kegels, and pushed the toy out of me. The boyfriend gasped as he watched it push out, then pop out at the end and my moan told him just how good it felt. I pushed it back in and spread my lips wide and pushed it out again. Over and over. It felt incredible! I felt his dick with my toes - it was rock hard. He asked me if it felt really good, I responded with a loud, long moan.
By now my clit is begging for some proper attention. I pushed the long bullet in me, and pulled out my favorite (regular sized) bullet vibe. His mouth dropped - BOTH? Yes, both. One in me, the other on my clit. The one in me was on an intermittent, fast buzzing pattern while the small bullet on my clit was on very low - and my moans went to another level. I almost cried from the intensity. My legs instantly went tense. I moved my foot away from his hard dick - I didn't want to hurt him by accident. I shifted my legs wider, now on the outside of his, my pussy in full view to him.
I held the small bullet on my clit and my moans reflected my need to cum. But I toyed with myself - cumming quick would be too easy. I waited excruciating hours for this, it was going to be worth the wait. I played with my breasts, my nipples hard. I pulled and pinched at them with one hand while the other held the bullet. My vagina gripped the large bullet.
He stretched his legs straight and put his toes on my ass, kneading me slightly. He got close to my asshole, but moved away. I was distracted with his feet wandering around me. Thighs, ass, thighs... then a big toe pushed the bullet vibe in all the way - his toe held it in me. I could feel it buzzing against my cervix. Intense, almost too intense, my body tried to move away but his foot seemed to follow me. My clit was begging for my attention too much. It became a dizzying array of pleasure in so many areas... I could hardly think.
And then I turned the smaller bullet up from very low to medium, and the moans exploded from my mouth, crying out begging for release. He watched my body writhe in front of him, pussy exposed for him to watch. My orgasm did not take long to arrive, but it took forever to stay. It hit and the shock wave rocked through my entire body. I went from very loud to silent.... silent.... silent. I lost all remembrance of movement or feeling just an explosion of pleasure throughout my entire body. He withdrew his foot as frenzied spasms rocked through my body.
Finally, I found my voice and a high, loud scream was heard - and it took me a second to realize it was me. Was it make the room vibrate? It seemed like it. If anyone ever thought I was being physically tortured, it was this moment. I screamed through the orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Finally I managed to switch the small bullet vibe off - it was pinned to my clit in between my legs. I slowly, relaxed. The boyfriend's body was tense from watching me. My body continued to tremble as small aftershocks ran through me.
He begged me to untie him, to let him touch himself. As soon as I was sure I could find my ability to move I got up, licked his cock slowly from tip to base, and untied him. I bent him over, and plugged him with the butt plug.
"Now you wait," I said, "Until I say its time to fuck you."
And he did wait. I teased him a lot that night, wiggling the plug and spanking him with it in him.
Later that night, I stuck the same gold bullet vibe in his ass while I slowly jacked him off. He was well satisfied by the time I finished.
And of course, everyone taunted me. By noon I could smell myself just sitting at my desk. I took extra pee breaks just to smell me more - and wipe out the extra wet off of my pussy. After work I had some errands to run, and I could barely stand not going home to masturbate.
Finally, home after 6pm, and I'm aching to orgasm. I tell the boyfriend, and we devise a genius plan. Into the bedroom we disappear, both stripping naked. I sit him up with his back on the footboard of the bed. I took our rope handcuffs and tied them together behind his back tight through one of the bars. His legs were stretched out in front of him, and I laid down with my legs up and over his legs. I had told him he wasn't allowed to cum until tonight when I would fuck him with a toy of my choosing. For now, he had to sit and watch.
I laid down and displayed myself to him, pulling my pussy lips wide open. I slid a finger down and wiggled it just outside the entrance of my vagina. The noise was loud in the room; it made him gasp. I ran my feet down his legs to his balls and dick. It was quickly growing hard. He bit his lip as he looked at me, telling me it was wrong to tease him so much with my feet. I pulled a finger out and tasted myself and made a show of it for him. Delicious. He licked his lips.
I took out a new toy, a bullet vibe that is four inches long and has a beautiful shape of multiple bulbs. I had never used this toy yet, but I wanted it in me. I turned it on, and pushed it in. Aaaahh yes that was what I was needed. I slid it in and out slowly, testing the vibrations. I spread my pussy lips wide so he could watch. He bit his lip. His legs tensed.
I loved how it filled me but just a little, not too much. Sliding in and out of me I could feel the ripples. It felt much longer than four inches as each rippled passed in and out of me. Pulling out felt the best, it made me moan. I pushed it in me, and left it there. I played with my clit with my fingers a little bit, and then I felt my vagina tensing around the vibe.
An idea hit me. I used my kegels, and pushed the toy out of me. The boyfriend gasped as he watched it push out, then pop out at the end and my moan told him just how good it felt. I pushed it back in and spread my lips wide and pushed it out again. Over and over. It felt incredible! I felt his dick with my toes - it was rock hard. He asked me if it felt really good, I responded with a loud, long moan.
By now my clit is begging for some proper attention. I pushed the long bullet in me, and pulled out my favorite (regular sized) bullet vibe. His mouth dropped - BOTH? Yes, both. One in me, the other on my clit. The one in me was on an intermittent, fast buzzing pattern while the small bullet on my clit was on very low - and my moans went to another level. I almost cried from the intensity. My legs instantly went tense. I moved my foot away from his hard dick - I didn't want to hurt him by accident. I shifted my legs wider, now on the outside of his, my pussy in full view to him.
I held the small bullet on my clit and my moans reflected my need to cum. But I toyed with myself - cumming quick would be too easy. I waited excruciating hours for this, it was going to be worth the wait. I played with my breasts, my nipples hard. I pulled and pinched at them with one hand while the other held the bullet. My vagina gripped the large bullet.
He stretched his legs straight and put his toes on my ass, kneading me slightly. He got close to my asshole, but moved away. I was distracted with his feet wandering around me. Thighs, ass, thighs... then a big toe pushed the bullet vibe in all the way - his toe held it in me. I could feel it buzzing against my cervix. Intense, almost too intense, my body tried to move away but his foot seemed to follow me. My clit was begging for my attention too much. It became a dizzying array of pleasure in so many areas... I could hardly think.
And then I turned the smaller bullet up from very low to medium, and the moans exploded from my mouth, crying out begging for release. He watched my body writhe in front of him, pussy exposed for him to watch. My orgasm did not take long to arrive, but it took forever to stay. It hit and the shock wave rocked through my entire body. I went from very loud to silent.... silent.... silent. I lost all remembrance of movement or feeling just an explosion of pleasure throughout my entire body. He withdrew his foot as frenzied spasms rocked through my body.
Finally, I found my voice and a high, loud scream was heard - and it took me a second to realize it was me. Was it make the room vibrate? It seemed like it. If anyone ever thought I was being physically tortured, it was this moment. I screamed through the orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Finally I managed to switch the small bullet vibe off - it was pinned to my clit in between my legs. I slowly, relaxed. The boyfriend's body was tense from watching me. My body continued to tremble as small aftershocks ran through me.
He begged me to untie him, to let him touch himself. As soon as I was sure I could find my ability to move I got up, licked his cock slowly from tip to base, and untied him. I bent him over, and plugged him with the butt plug.
"Now you wait," I said, "Until I say its time to fuck you."
And he did wait. I teased him a lot that night, wiggling the plug and spanking him with it in him.
Later that night, I stuck the same gold bullet vibe in his ass while I slowly jacked him off. He was well satisfied by the time I finished.
Friday, April 27, 2012
Sometimes we masturbate together
Note: This masturbation takes place around 11pm, after a delicious round of 69 around 7p where I came four or five times and he came in me while I choked on his dick. I tweeted the details as I sometimes do... its the danger and delight of following me on twitter.
So I told you earlier today that I don't masturbate very often. But sometimes, its exactly what we want. Tonight was no exception - we were tired, and had satisfied each other from our oral sex and fucking earlier. Tonight, I wanted myself.
Normally, we lay down together, and I place my leg over his as we both spread wide. Our faces are about a foot apart, and we are looking at each other. My fingers are in my pussy, as I am turned on my eyes close briefly, I bite my lip. He does the same.
His hand starts moving on his limp dick, I watch it grow harder. My finger is moving on my clit, turning it in small circles, just like I like. My speed is slow, my touch is somewhat light. Every once in a while I open my eyes and watch his face. His eyes are closed, he's biting his lip. His dick is hard now in his hand as he jerks it off without lube. I love it when he goes raw.
I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure in my clit. He sucked on it so much earlier, its very sensitive. I have to be gentle. I can tell this is going to be a long, slow build for me. I focus on my pleasure, think about how he sucked on me, licked my pussy as I came on his tongue. I can hear his rhythmic jerking, I look at him and he's watching me again.
As I close my eyes, he asks me why I'm so quiet. I ask him what he means... he says I'm not being loud enough, he needs my moans to help him cum. Inside, I'm very pleased that my moans are a part of his masturbation and the build to his pleasure. I grin, and tell him that I probably need my bullet vibe... he tells me to grab it, he wants to listen to me cum.
Its on my nightstand, where I always have it within reach. I push it into my vagina and turn it on its lowest setting. I instantly moan and bit my lip. His eyes are now wide open, watching me. I tell him what I'm doing with it.
I tell him I want to have one bullet in me, the other on my clit. I want him to do this to me someday. He nods, and his hands continue jerking off his very hard dick. My eyes shut, focusing on this pleasure in my vagina, but my clit is begging for attention. No, not yet. I won't give in yet. I turn the vibration up higher, and it makes me ache for clit stimulation.
I pull the bullet out slowly and it feels like it is suddenly 5x longer than normal. I'm moaning - its so slow and as I pull it out it slowly slides up toward my clit.
I'm too sensitive for direct vibration. I place the tip of the bullet on the highest part of my clit - highest by going up toward my belly button right where my large pussy lips start. I put my vibe to the lowest setting, and its rumbley against me. The rumbles travel down my clit, I can feel it everywhere and in the parts of my clit inside of me. It's very intense. I am moaning. I can feel my orgasm building quickly.
I turn off the vibe, and wait for my body to relax. My hips relax, and I turn it back on. I don't know if he is watching me anymore, its too intense to open my eyes or even think of it. All that exists is this intense pleasure in the blackness of my mind. My legs are tense, my pelvis is up in the air, my ass is barely touching the sheets; I'm making high, whiny moans, almost like I'm crying for release from this torturous endurance.
I turn off the vibe again. Too close. I'm not ready to cum. I don't even hear the boyfriend jerking anymore... I'm lost in myself. Again I relax. I wait. I can feel my build receding and I turn it back on the lowest setting. My moans overtake me again and even I am surprised at how loud I am now.
I hear him cum, hear his groans of pleasure and how his hand slows as he watches the cum pour from his cock. I can't open my eyes, but I am imagining his cum, his hand slowing, his stiff cock in his hands. He is watching me, I'm sure. He sees how extreme my pleasure is, and the vibe is barely on.
I feel my orgasm building faster, and I consider letting it go. NO something inside me says. Let it build more... I turn it off. I whimper... he turns over toward me, he reaches out a hand and lightly runs it up and down my body. He runs it around my thighs, my breasts, my pussy. It tweaks a nipple and brushes my lips. I turn the vibe back on. My moans take no time in regaining their volume. I can barely hear him when he calls me "his beautiful" as I know I can no longer hold off my orgasm.
I can feel it building. His hands are still tracing around my body. I think about maybe getting myself off with multiple orgasms this time - I'm barely using the vibe... the thought is fleeting as the pleasure completely overtakes any thought from me. I have no idea if he kept touching me or not... I remember feeling it coming, inevitable.
Then it was here, and I'm surprised by the intensity. I almost sit up, my legs slam shut, pinning the bullet between my legs fully on my clit. I feel the control pulled from my fingers but that thought doesn't register as I'm trying to scream but no sound is heard from me... I try and try and finally I get some noise out. Its barely audible. And then he switches the vibe from very low to midway and my clit feels like its almost on fire with pleasure. And now I'm screaming loudly, no shrieking loudly, as I sit all the way up and tug it from between my legs.
I toss it aside, and my screaming turns to loud moans and my body lays down, trembling. My legs are still shut tight, I can't pull them apart... I can feel my clit being squeezed between them. It sends more tremblings and moans up and down my body. "Aftershocks" of the orgasm. He watches me go through them and teases me, asking me if it was really that good, as if he doesn't believe me.
After several very long minutes of trembling, I manage to open my eyes, uncross my legs, and turn off the light. I don't remember falling asleep.
So I told you earlier today that I don't masturbate very often. But sometimes, its exactly what we want. Tonight was no exception - we were tired, and had satisfied each other from our oral sex and fucking earlier. Tonight, I wanted myself.
Normally, we lay down together, and I place my leg over his as we both spread wide. Our faces are about a foot apart, and we are looking at each other. My fingers are in my pussy, as I am turned on my eyes close briefly, I bite my lip. He does the same.
His hand starts moving on his limp dick, I watch it grow harder. My finger is moving on my clit, turning it in small circles, just like I like. My speed is slow, my touch is somewhat light. Every once in a while I open my eyes and watch his face. His eyes are closed, he's biting his lip. His dick is hard now in his hand as he jerks it off without lube. I love it when he goes raw.
I close my eyes, focus on the pleasure in my clit. He sucked on it so much earlier, its very sensitive. I have to be gentle. I can tell this is going to be a long, slow build for me. I focus on my pleasure, think about how he sucked on me, licked my pussy as I came on his tongue. I can hear his rhythmic jerking, I look at him and he's watching me again.
As I close my eyes, he asks me why I'm so quiet. I ask him what he means... he says I'm not being loud enough, he needs my moans to help him cum. Inside, I'm very pleased that my moans are a part of his masturbation and the build to his pleasure. I grin, and tell him that I probably need my bullet vibe... he tells me to grab it, he wants to listen to me cum.
Its on my nightstand, where I always have it within reach. I push it into my vagina and turn it on its lowest setting. I instantly moan and bit my lip. His eyes are now wide open, watching me. I tell him what I'm doing with it.
I tell him I want to have one bullet in me, the other on my clit. I want him to do this to me someday. He nods, and his hands continue jerking off his very hard dick. My eyes shut, focusing on this pleasure in my vagina, but my clit is begging for attention. No, not yet. I won't give in yet. I turn the vibration up higher, and it makes me ache for clit stimulation.
I pull the bullet out slowly and it feels like it is suddenly 5x longer than normal. I'm moaning - its so slow and as I pull it out it slowly slides up toward my clit.
I'm too sensitive for direct vibration. I place the tip of the bullet on the highest part of my clit - highest by going up toward my belly button right where my large pussy lips start. I put my vibe to the lowest setting, and its rumbley against me. The rumbles travel down my clit, I can feel it everywhere and in the parts of my clit inside of me. It's very intense. I am moaning. I can feel my orgasm building quickly.
I turn off the vibe, and wait for my body to relax. My hips relax, and I turn it back on. I don't know if he is watching me anymore, its too intense to open my eyes or even think of it. All that exists is this intense pleasure in the blackness of my mind. My legs are tense, my pelvis is up in the air, my ass is barely touching the sheets; I'm making high, whiny moans, almost like I'm crying for release from this torturous endurance.
I turn off the vibe again. Too close. I'm not ready to cum. I don't even hear the boyfriend jerking anymore... I'm lost in myself. Again I relax. I wait. I can feel my build receding and I turn it back on the lowest setting. My moans overtake me again and even I am surprised at how loud I am now.
I hear him cum, hear his groans of pleasure and how his hand slows as he watches the cum pour from his cock. I can't open my eyes, but I am imagining his cum, his hand slowing, his stiff cock in his hands. He is watching me, I'm sure. He sees how extreme my pleasure is, and the vibe is barely on.
I feel my orgasm building faster, and I consider letting it go. NO something inside me says. Let it build more... I turn it off. I whimper... he turns over toward me, he reaches out a hand and lightly runs it up and down my body. He runs it around my thighs, my breasts, my pussy. It tweaks a nipple and brushes my lips. I turn the vibe back on. My moans take no time in regaining their volume. I can barely hear him when he calls me "his beautiful" as I know I can no longer hold off my orgasm.
I can feel it building. His hands are still tracing around my body. I think about maybe getting myself off with multiple orgasms this time - I'm barely using the vibe... the thought is fleeting as the pleasure completely overtakes any thought from me. I have no idea if he kept touching me or not... I remember feeling it coming, inevitable.
Then it was here, and I'm surprised by the intensity. I almost sit up, my legs slam shut, pinning the bullet between my legs fully on my clit. I feel the control pulled from my fingers but that thought doesn't register as I'm trying to scream but no sound is heard from me... I try and try and finally I get some noise out. Its barely audible. And then he switches the vibe from very low to midway and my clit feels like its almost on fire with pleasure. And now I'm screaming loudly, no shrieking loudly, as I sit all the way up and tug it from between my legs.
I toss it aside, and my screaming turns to loud moans and my body lays down, trembling. My legs are still shut tight, I can't pull them apart... I can feel my clit being squeezed between them. It sends more tremblings and moans up and down my body. "Aftershocks" of the orgasm. He watches me go through them and teases me, asking me if it was really that good, as if he doesn't believe me.
After several very long minutes of trembling, I manage to open my eyes, uncross my legs, and turn off the light. I don't remember falling asleep.
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