Yet another session with YoungMan. Sex together is insanely amazing. Our bodies fit together like forever-changing puzzle pieces. We're both on the thinner side of light, for our respective heights, and we both have crazy long limbs. So when we caress, when we collide, when we stretch the bodies, we become a tangled mess of arm-leg-insert-crook-of-knee-elbow and then a kiss. I'm mezmerized by his lips and tongue. What's surprising is how focused I am on his lips when the most striking thing about his face must be his eyes. Deep blue, expressive and quiet, and just plain sexy. When we're facing each other, when he can see me and watch me while we're having sex, he gives me the most piercing, sustained fuck-stare I've ever experienced. It's a hard type of stare that chills me deep down and it makes me want to be hurt by him. I feel as though I could be used by him and thoroughly abused, and that very sentiment makes me cum almost immediately.
YoungMan discovered my hard-core proclivities (think choking, force, bondage) with zero discussion on my part. He's so incredibly in touch with my bodily responses that he homed in on all the crazy things that get me going -- things that I fantasize about, but would never ask someone to do. He's extremely observant, and I'm all the luckier for that. He thoroughly enjoys pleasing me, and says that he just loves watching me as I exist in varying states of pleasure. And his stamina is overwhelming. He says he's never met a girl who wants to and can fuck for as long as he can. I could say the same for all of my previous partners. My husband and I also have long bouts of sex, and usually will take at least an hour, if not two to enjoy ourselves. But with YoungMan, we've probably averaged about 3-4 hours each time. With most of my other partners, I've always felt guilty for wanting to go at it longer and continue to please myself, even after they've finished.
There seems to be some kind of magical chemistry that happens between us. We have so many little things in common, (though yes, there are quite a few things that differ remarkably), things that are personal choices, things that have nothing to do with anything important at all, yet are all around. Insignificant coincidences that occur way too frequently not to be noticed. And sexually, we're dynamite. As experienced as I am, with as many previous partners that I've had, I find it incredible that I'm experiencing brand-new sensations with YoungMan. And I'm completely taken aback at his forward behavior in bed. He's just as forceful as I want and like, following the ebb and flow of my desires. We joke about him being a devil in disguise because of how deeply he knows what I want, and I never have to say a thing. Perhaps I do "say" enough for him to know, but it's all in the language of our bodies. As though we read each other so naturally and thoroughly that spoken words are wholly unnecessary.
And orgasms... wow. With most other men, I'm able to cum once, following a slow and steady build-up of desire. Usually, that one time is a hummer; it's built-up for so long that when it happens, I feel like I've exploded. And generally it happens aided by my hand, as the extra friction on my clit (in just the right way) is a booster. I've only considered the rolling orgasm a bonus -- that is, after the one major quake, I might get a couple of aftershocks that roll on through me. And sometimes, those reverberations are actually uncomfortable because my body is at a heightened state of intensity already. But with YoungMan, it's like I get chain-linked mini-orgasms from the first time he enters me, all the way through to the end. The one time that I had a crash-worthy orgasm with him was so overwhelming that I actually squirted ejaculate all over his stomach. It was EVERYWHERE. Normally, I'd have been embarrassed, but with YoungMan, it's as though all of my inhibitions are turned off. In fact, when I ejaculated that time, I got so turned on by being amazingly wet that the sex got even more wild after it happened. Sex with this guy is so different from other men I've been with. And this scares me. I feel like I'm developing a serious physical, chemical addiction. Not the obsessive kind that deals with emotions, fear, worry and relationship issues. But the compulsive kind that is raw, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The desire is so tremendous that I am always searching for ways to get that next fix.
Now, for a list. Newly discovered, incredibly sexy things that YoungMan does to me:
1. the fuck-stare.
2. he loves my ass. lots of ass handling, squeezing, pinching, slapping, biting, spreading. whoo! a doozy.
3. the tight, pointy tongue and everything it does. licking his lips, licking my lips, licking the air, teasing me, and most recently, going down on me.
4. he takes me. after i've exhausted my capacity for orgasms, his build-up for orgasm comes from handling my body like a piece of meat. he moves me, makes my body fuck him. both hands on my waist, my thighs, my ankles, my stomach, my shoulders, my wrists. whatever it takes. he makes me fuck him.
5. this morning, I came three times within 8 minutes. then he came all over my stomach. that was the quickest quickie we've ever had, and I didn't even think it was possible.
6. the taste of his cum. the most delicate flavor i've ever had. he pulled out of my cunt, and went straight in my mouth, cock in hand. never, EVER have I thought that would be sexy for me. but hey, with him, it's amazing.
Oh, and I did a strip tease for the first time in my life. And it didn't feel awkward at all. In fact, I got REALLY turned on by it. By the time we got the actual sex, I was literally dripping all over him. It's all him. I know it. It's all because of YoungMan.
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Monday, October 08, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
my personal fireworks
I fell asleep thinking about him last night. Drifting thoughts strolling through my heavy mind -- his fingers long and soft, gentle nose stroking my cheek, his unusually sensitive body and its expression of joy in my arms. He was breathing short, tense, pulses of air and moaning quietly as I kissed his stomach. Slender stomach, taut with anticipation, rippling with every chill that my tongue introduced. I loved how he smelled. Sweet, musky, ripe, dark, curly hairs -- as black as my own. I fell asleep to these memories, swaying me gently in the cool breezes of my afterthought.
And when I awoke, there he was again, fresh in my mind. I felt him there, laying in bed with me, my breasts swollen and aching to be touched. How his mouth, in its entirety, moved along my body, clever tongue, curious lips, fitting my flesh like three-dimensional puzzle pieces cut from the same core. Now is when I touch myself -- a morning reminder of what transpired between us. Now is when I re-embody the memory and celebrate once more the incredible beauty that I witnessed and was a participant in creating. I resume the thought that rocked me into slumber. His cock is erect and hard, so engorged that I can lick just the veins. My tongue probes all around his flesh, and I can make out the topography of his abdominal base. He's tasty. Seeing his pleasure drawn all over his face is tasty. I take him into my mouth and he lets out a gasp, and the look on his face tells me he is experiencing a feeling in a category of its own.
Mind wanders to his fingers and how he fucked me with his incredibly agile digits. First he teased me, taking me all along the edges of my desire. He worked me up to want him so purely, swelling in pleasure. He decided when to enter me, when to brush, when to stroke, when to push, when to pull. I was a puppet in his hands, and he -- a master artist. When he fucked me like this, I felt all of his giving. As if in his hands he offered a single gift, and that gift was ecstasy.
Non-chronological image takes me backward in time, irrational leaps and jumps that take me to the places where I found pleasure. I had my lips wrapped around his cock. My ass was in the air. I was dreaming of getting fucked while sucking on his lovely member. I wanted him to see my ass waving around in the air, yearning to be fucked, back arched, lips puffy and tight. Suddenly my fantasy was interrupted as he sat up quickly, and mounted me in a maneuver that can only be described in wrestling terms. God I wanted him so badly. How deeply I ached to feel his cock inside me, that ache is impregnated into the very cells of my flesh. Still, the chills eek across my spine when I think of how his body went from supine to erect in a matter of seconds, and cock in my cunt. Just. Like. That.
And just like that, I was about to cum. Climbing, writhing sensation burning through my fingers, past my pussy lips and tightening, tightening. My god, I'm so close. That's when it hit me -- the way he held me when he took me from behind like that. Around my entire waist, his arm wrapped me in an embrace that felt like a surreal visit into a gel-filled reality. His entire body held me tight as he pumped himself into me. Long, slow, deep strokes, and me tightening, tightening. His entire arm was wrapped around my waist, elbow hugging my ribcage, pulling me into him, making me meet him there, right there in the middle where the earth comes crashing down, where the immense gravity of a black hole takes everything inside. Consumes everything around it. Right there in the middle is where he took me. And right there, I was fucked, I fucked, and there, I came loud and sweet. What a morning!
BeautyEyes, if only you knew... these were the fireworks I was telling you about. If only you knew...
And when I awoke, there he was again, fresh in my mind. I felt him there, laying in bed with me, my breasts swollen and aching to be touched. How his mouth, in its entirety, moved along my body, clever tongue, curious lips, fitting my flesh like three-dimensional puzzle pieces cut from the same core. Now is when I touch myself -- a morning reminder of what transpired between us. Now is when I re-embody the memory and celebrate once more the incredible beauty that I witnessed and was a participant in creating. I resume the thought that rocked me into slumber. His cock is erect and hard, so engorged that I can lick just the veins. My tongue probes all around his flesh, and I can make out the topography of his abdominal base. He's tasty. Seeing his pleasure drawn all over his face is tasty. I take him into my mouth and he lets out a gasp, and the look on his face tells me he is experiencing a feeling in a category of its own.
Mind wanders to his fingers and how he fucked me with his incredibly agile digits. First he teased me, taking me all along the edges of my desire. He worked me up to want him so purely, swelling in pleasure. He decided when to enter me, when to brush, when to stroke, when to push, when to pull. I was a puppet in his hands, and he -- a master artist. When he fucked me like this, I felt all of his giving. As if in his hands he offered a single gift, and that gift was ecstasy.
Non-chronological image takes me backward in time, irrational leaps and jumps that take me to the places where I found pleasure. I had my lips wrapped around his cock. My ass was in the air. I was dreaming of getting fucked while sucking on his lovely member. I wanted him to see my ass waving around in the air, yearning to be fucked, back arched, lips puffy and tight. Suddenly my fantasy was interrupted as he sat up quickly, and mounted me in a maneuver that can only be described in wrestling terms. God I wanted him so badly. How deeply I ached to feel his cock inside me, that ache is impregnated into the very cells of my flesh. Still, the chills eek across my spine when I think of how his body went from supine to erect in a matter of seconds, and cock in my cunt. Just. Like. That.
And just like that, I was about to cum. Climbing, writhing sensation burning through my fingers, past my pussy lips and tightening, tightening. My god, I'm so close. That's when it hit me -- the way he held me when he took me from behind like that. Around my entire waist, his arm wrapped me in an embrace that felt like a surreal visit into a gel-filled reality. His entire body held me tight as he pumped himself into me. Long, slow, deep strokes, and me tightening, tightening. His entire arm was wrapped around my waist, elbow hugging my ribcage, pulling me into him, making me meet him there, right there in the middle where the earth comes crashing down, where the immense gravity of a black hole takes everything inside. Consumes everything around it. Right there in the middle is where he took me. And right there, I was fucked, I fucked, and there, I came loud and sweet. What a morning!
BeautyEyes, if only you knew... these were the fireworks I was telling you about. If only you knew...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Nice Orgasm
Wow, I just had one of the nicest masturbatory orgasms I've had in a while. Sometimes all it takes is a little something new to kick it up a notch. After a bit of blog-surfing and ending up at the brilliant eros, logos, I decided to revisit a site she has on her side bar that I'd been to a while back -- I Feel Myself.
I think my brain goes through an exhilarating-numbing cycle that goes something like this: for fantasies and for porn, I think about the same concept (i.e. force, incest, lesbian, etc.) and it will be for some period of time when that's the only concept I can think of to get me off. And so it goes until finally it loses its edge, and I just can't seem to cum anymore. (Or perhaps I've orgasmed so much that the brain loses its chemical high that is normally induced by orgasm?)
And so it was today that I unexpectedly stumbled once again, across the best masturbation artistry ever found on the internet. Today, I had the divine pleasure of experiencing Bisou and her provocative form as she rubbed herself in such a tantalizing position. You must see it for yourself. I'm not sure how long her video will be offered as a freebie, but if you can view it, then the pleasure will be all yours. She happens to be in my favorite sexual position, the one I cum by the most, be it with another person or by myself. And her special quirk is something that gave me that extra umph! that took me right over the edge. Not to mention, I was touching myself while seated, behind my desk, in my office (at home). This change in position for me also made something of a novel experience (relatively speaking that is) to enhance my pleasure. All very nice.
EDIT: 12:18pm -- okay, so I went back to see Bisou again, and WOW another very nice orgasm. Twice within an hour. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Bisou!!
I think my brain goes through an exhilarating-numbing cycle that goes something like this: for fantasies and for porn, I think about the same concept (i.e. force, incest, lesbian, etc.) and it will be for some period of time when that's the only concept I can think of to get me off. And so it goes until finally it loses its edge, and I just can't seem to cum anymore. (Or perhaps I've orgasmed so much that the brain loses its chemical high that is normally induced by orgasm?)
And so it was today that I unexpectedly stumbled once again, across the best masturbation artistry ever found on the internet. Today, I had the divine pleasure of experiencing Bisou and her provocative form as she rubbed herself in such a tantalizing position. You must see it for yourself. I'm not sure how long her video will be offered as a freebie, but if you can view it, then the pleasure will be all yours. She happens to be in my favorite sexual position, the one I cum by the most, be it with another person or by myself. And her special quirk is something that gave me that extra umph! that took me right over the edge. Not to mention, I was touching myself while seated, behind my desk, in my office (at home). This change in position for me also made something of a novel experience (relatively speaking that is) to enhance my pleasure. All very nice.
EDIT: 12:18pm -- okay, so I went back to see Bisou again, and WOW another very nice orgasm. Twice within an hour. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Bisou!!
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