It's been 24 hours since I bathed in sexual bliss and I can still almost feel him inside me. I still get feverish just thinking about it. We kissed hard with our tongues twirling and pushing against each other in a savage duel. We made love like it could be the last chance that we have.
I have the following words to describe the kind of horizontal exercise I want: mind-blowing, headboard-crashing, multi-orgasmic, perception-altering, and if possible, one that can get me that much closer to an out-of-body experience. And he did give me all that.
Mr. Flintstones is a businessman who has been here in the country for almost a decade already. That explains why when he walked me to his front door, he playfully whispered "Masarap ka!"
Ahhhh, I can't get enough of you. Let me know when you want to ravage me again. I'd be your willing victim. Guess I am both starry-eyed and elated up to this point. I might as well play with myself...
I long for the pain-and pleasure combo that some people reading this would most likely frown upon. I like it rough and hard with a good amount of biting, ass-slapping, sucking, hair-grabbing, and a stream of dirty talk thrown into the package. And we did just that. He was bound to really give me the pleasure I have been craving for. It's amazing that he knew what I wanted without us even talking about it. It was scorching in his room although the A/C was on and the fan was on the highest level too. Little sweat trickled down my face and his bod as we fuck each other with utter abandon. The intensity is well enough to light a furnace. We practically burned the sheets. He was a machine! I was pleased and awed at the same time. And so after that intense will to gratify each other, we showered and slept naked next to each other.
He slept so peacefully. I was stealing glances at his cute lips. It's probably my most favorite part of his face. It was enticing me to kiss it without even him trying to. I fell asleep soon after. I may even have dreamt while asleep but I totally forgot about it. I think I slept with a smile on my face despite the emotions that's been running inside my broken heart.
I woke up with his gentle tugging of the covers as he was removing them away from my hands. He grabbed my right hand and let me feel his semi-erect cock. I licked the palm of my hand before I gave him some gentle stroking. That went on for a good couple of minutes and his hardness was so inviting I had to have him inside my mouth again. He made me too hungry for him. His cock is beautiful. Just about the size that would bring me glorious spasms. Oh did I tell you he didn't smell funky down there? He didn't have the bleach-odor that I certainly detest so I happily blew him and even attempted to defy my gag reflex and brought him deep down my throat.
I then positioned my body on top of him. I loved giving him the "jiggling boobie show" as I see his face light up when I do. He entered my wet ever-ready pussy in a stroke that made me moan so hard. His meat is starting to become a favorite. And this is the reason why I love sleepy-sex all the more. You'll never know what to expect. My inner thighs clench and unclench as the overwhelming wave of orgasm threaten to drown out my other senses one minute, while making every pore in my body acutely aware of every known element in the atmosphere. He has clearly mastered pleasuring his playmate and I am the lucky one for the day. And I like it all the more when he asks me how his cock feels inside me. Of course, I said "It feels so good, I don't want you to stop what you're doing." And he would indulge me...
He didn't have that mammoth-sized cock but he was a sexual dynamo. He took me to levels of passion I didn't know existed. For the first time since I got devirginized and I mean this with full conviction, it dawned on me that "orgasm" isn't a mirage - a fallacy perpetrated by advertising. It's real. And it's about to happen to me again for the nth time this sleepy Sunday morning. I like his cock, not monstrous, but just about enough to make me feel completely filled-out. He had the skill, enthusiasm, and willingness to try new things, I suppose. If I am thinking straight I think he tried to prep my other orifice as I felt him massaging it. It felt good but I don't think I am ready to be explored back there.
We tried several other positions and he gave me multiple orgasms again. Oh it was glorious. I could sing praises for him. I tried to stifle my moans with the pillow by covering my face but he removed it and planted a kiss on my lips. I guess he wants to see me finally lose control. For the record, he's by far the best fuck I have ever had.
He then laid me on his bed and started to kiss me. There was an unbelievable wave of electricity that sent shivers down my spine as soon as he kissed me with his soft lips. He likes tongue on tongue action. He looked at me like he wanted me so bad and I could not say no. He got me with those eyes plus the fact that I have been thinking about doing it with him lately. He felt my ass as he made his way under my skirt. He let out a moan as soon as he felt that I was wearing some little thing down there. He skillfully removed my purple lacy g-string while he pulled me on top of him. My wetness grazed through his hard cock and it just made me all the more wet. He removed my tee and my bra quickly and began pleasing the twins, cupping them and licking my nipples. I can only moan as I whispered to him "Bite 'em!". He happily obliged as I guided his hands to squeeze the other one harder as he licked and sucked the other one. I knew at that point that any moment his rock hard cock will be entering me already. I was so full of lust, thoughts and all. And I wasn't wrong, he slid his cock inside and damn it felt soooo good. He held me close and whispered to my ear, "Is this what you want? How does my hard cock feel inside you?" to which I replied, "Yes, I have been wanting this and your cock feels so good inside me."
I leaned forward so he can comfortably fuck my pussy while sucking my breasts at the same time. We both were breathing heavier, occasionally stealing kisses. I got pretty loud I should say, I could not stifle my moans. I was feeling intense pleasure, he was so good at what he does. I leaned back and rode his cock as I watch him enjoy the moment. He looks so sexy with those piercing eyes and knowing looks. I played with my clit as I watch him admire the view, tits jiggling and his hard cock going in and out my pussy lips.
He then flipped me over and fucked me on all fours. He was so deep inside me and I can feel him hitting the spot. I felt him stretch my pussy lips with his cock. He really knows how to use it to satisfy his partner. Not long after that, I experienced my first orgasm courtesy of Mr. Flintstones. I let out a moan as I squeezed him in deeper and as I beg him to not stop fucking me. It felt so good, I want to do it again and again. Unbeknownst to me, he had that in mind too. While recovering from that mindblowing orgasm, he turned me on my back, lift my legs up, pulled me to his thighs, gathered and pulled my hair and entered me with long slow strokes as if teasing my pussy to want him more and more. I came again as I bit my lips in pleasure. He whispered to my ears as he continued to go in and out, "So are you going to come over here every week?" I let out a "Yes!" as another wave of pleasure is developing. Damn! He just knows how to fuck me good just the way I like it.
He then asked if we could do the 69. I answered by positioning my pussy on his mouth and took his hard cock inside my mouth. I tasted my pussy juice that coated his dick. I can't believe I am in bed with him and I can't believe he was licking my asshole too. I called out his name in utter pleasure. Boy oh boy, he got some skills! Impressive I should say.
As soon as I came for the fourth time, he pulled out and sprayed cum all over my chest and my belly. He wanted to cum inside my mouth but I told him to cum all over me. I could not forget the look on his face as he came. I felt too sexy being all flushed and as endorphin rushed through my every vein. Clearly, he was experiencing pleasure that's difficult to describe too. We then showered together before we fell asleep next to each other.
"I totally enjoyed myself. Loved every stroke. Indulged myself in my healing. I knew next time he calls that I am going to meet him again in a heartbeat."
Yesterday, while I was crying my eyes out over an unrequited love, I got a call from a fantasy-worthy guy who has been asking me to meet him for the longest time. It was a booty call I know but what the heck misery loves company but orgasm is bliss. Besides he was too hot to resist. After almost two years of talking to him, failed plans and all, I had the urge to meet him right there and then. Who cares if I am all cried out?
We briefly talked on the phone and he told me that he left his door open and he told the lobby guard to let me in if I arrive. No more ID's, no more bag inspection, I just have to go up to his condo unit. I wasn't too far from where he stays so after quickly jumping in the shower and soaping my anticipating kitty, I was well on my way already. I didn't dress to impress,just a skirt and a tee, but made sure to wear a lacy g-string and that brassiere that flaunts the twins. I just pulled my hair back, put on my shades to answer that 6AM booty call. I brought a book along to thwart any perception about why I was there in his condo. I can be shy sometimes you know.
I rang the doorbell although I know he opened it already. Who knows? I guess I am just not the kind who enters doors, some strange doors. When no one was answering, I opened the door and got in a dimly lit hallway leading to his room to the left of the door. He was sitting on his bed covered in white linens with big white fluffy pillows. He looked wasted, sloshed but he looked sexy as hell. He gave me a kiss on the lips as he had me settle down and put down my purse and book while he went to the restroom to do his thing. I sat in one corner of his bed eagerly anticipating and equally nervous for what is in store. He came out of the restroom wearing only his green or blue boxers (I don't know exactly because he had the window shades down, I didn't recognize the color) with a rock hard dick that seemed to point to me "Tag, you're it!".
To be continued...
For sure, this experience will be one for the books and that gave me some much needed sexual healing. I can go for more...
I confess: I love sex, the rough and intense ones, hair pulling and all.
I am just a normal girl in this big world I am in. I am no party girl. Heck, you won't even think I love sex when you just look at me. I love sex and only the men I have been with Behind Closed Doors can attest to that. And the sexiest part of my body is well my brain and my boobies.
I love the ripple of anticipation that travels throughout my body as I sense the eventuality of things to happen. I love feeling that burning feeling inside me that needs to be satiated. The thought of a skillful tongue pleasuring every inch of my body and every nerve-endings I have sends me to convulsion. I love looking at a man's face when he is about to cum. I love it even more when he thrusts in so deep that he hits the spot.
And you can never go wrong if you let me cum first then again and again. You'll get a second helping from me and that's a guarantee. And oh I like 'em big and hard.
Welcome to my blog as I take you to my wild side...Cum with me!