I bought some new lingerie. I haven't done that in a very long time, and most of all I hadn't ever done it before for someone so important in my life to show off for them.
It was four days of gradual progression of sexual arousal. At his house I wore my silken polka dot and pink lace bra and panties. The back of the panties are sort of mesh which gives him ample viewing of my ass.
I had also bought a vest. I was in his room in my bra and panties and the vest pulled over my breasts. It gave a splendid view of the rise. Two soft peaches. My skin is warm in his lamplight. I can't help but enjoy his awe when he reaches out and wants to grab me all over.
I lie down on his bed and arch my back a little. I watch him; he looks like he's won the jackpot. His hands come down on me and his fingers are searching out my nipples within my bra. There's a luxury about spreading his hands over my breasts and meeting the satin texture that he didn't anticipate.
When he comes to me he lies on top of me and pulls me up to him and squeezes. His lips are on my shoulder and then down between my breasts. Rubbing the material of my lingerie against his cheek.
Mmmm...memories. Not fantasies.
So I have returned to enjoy some desirable and tasty sexual deviant entries... and I have to go THREE PAGES before I can find a good one.
What happened to all my wonderful sex journal friends? Are they lacking like my own? Have I been isolated because I have isolated others? Sigh.
Well I suppose I shall give you a taste. It's six months now for my M and me.
Each time we come together we do something new. Last night I put my legs in a different position as I sat on his face and he tasted me, licked me, slid his fingers in side of me.
A few sex acts ago I found a position that drives him mad. And me, too.
I sit on him, and I rub his penis up and down my pussy. I'm very wet so it slides well. I tease him for a long time and watch him squirm and his face tense. It's glorious. When I clench my pussy he feels it on the tip of his cock. I recall him saying he loves it so because "that's where his penis belongs... it's his home..." i.e.: That's the way i should feel, without a condom or any protection. I think he's right.
I lift my hips and roll forward so when I slide back his cock slips up between my ass cheeks. And then back down. And suddenly the head of his cock is pressing against my clit and the most astronomical orgasm overcomes me. One that doesn't require me to use my hands, simply pushing against him. I know I'm going quickly against him and he's trying to hold it in; to control his sensations or he will cum. I love it when he bites his lips like that and his eyes squeeze shut. I love it when I hear that moaning.
I slide him inside me and tense my pussy as I slowly pull up. He flinches. He's so close. Again he slips up against my clit so that my juices are all over him. He's too close now. I work my way down his body and wrap my lips over his cock to take him in. He flinches again before his legs clench and he cums hard and hot in my mouth. I swallow it. I swallow it all.
I've never had my back licked before.
He was admiring the arch, the curve of my hip, and he moved down in the bed. How can I tell him that this new sensation is... so luxuriously liquifying? The application of his tongue to my warm skin, the nerves that lay along the line of my spine down to the top of my ass.
He has been playing with my ass hole recently. This is all completely new to him and at the beginning said it didn't interest him. He seems to be getting into it now, and when I prompted him about it he said he wants to (and loves to) try new things, and loves to see me enjoying it.
He hasn't got me off in a while. I've always taken control, I suppose. I'm just used to it. Maybe I should let him do what he wants to do, and wait for his fingers to move up to my clit after thrusting into me time, and time, and delicious time again.
I will see Gentleman M tonight. But this week I have been particularly horny.
I've been drawn particularly to gay porn. This morning I came. Yesterday I came. The day before I came.
I think it's anal that I want. Though I really have to trust Gentleman M and maybe approach the subject but not yet. Right now we're still getting use to each other which I love. I want to learn all about him. I want to know how best I can suck him off without him being too sensitive. I want to learn all the different sensitive places on his body. Behind his ear, in his ear, against his neck, at the top of his spine, the inside of his wrist, his perineum (which I found he loves me touching, which I do love to touch).
Tonight he and I go out to meet his friends and have drinks. If I wear something tight, or what I consider slutty (which to be honest isn't really considered slutty), then I feel out of sorts. But still I want to feel beautiful, and sexy. Wearing skirts and dresses makes me feel that way but for me it's a fine line between what I think is too much and too little.
I don't know what he sees when he sees me, or what clothes he prefers to see me in. I don't know if he thinks I can be sexy in a pair of pants. I don't know if he thinks I'm sexy in my sneakers, or a regular old shirt, but sometimes I think I have to wear a dress or something low cut or high cut for me to look appealing. At the beginning of a relationship I try and find out what a person prefers, clothes wise and look wise. I want to know what they want to see me in so I can work it. But Gentleman M doesn't have any preferences, he's never really been specific except to tell me that he prefers little to no make up.
I could see him in anything and it would make me hot. I could see him in nothing and it's even better. But still I become self conscious. I want to feel confident around him and I want to show it.
Though, I should know, confidence and sexiness always comes from within. If I feel sexy I look it. If I feel beautiful I look it.
For the ladies and gentleman who appreciate man on man action.
I have to stop myself or I'll use all my fast download speed on porn.
I walk into the bedroom, and my pink undies are pulled up into my ass crack. He comes in behind me and wraps his arms around me. Hands cupping my breasts. His fingers flick over my hardened nipples, through my short dress. When he presses himself into me, into my behind, I hitch up the hem of my dress so that he presses himself into the flesh of my ass.
He drops his pants to press himself into me. I fall forward on the bed and he climbs on behind me. Holding my hips he pushed his erect cock against me. I push back into him with my ass. He thrusts himself into me until I'm sure he's penetrated me through all of the clothes.
I feel totally in his control. I am pushed down by his weight. The sound of his moaning makes me so wet. He turns me over on my back. He climbs on top of me and surges his hips forward so that the length of his cock pushes up into the barrier of my panties that separate us.
His tongue seeks mine out. His kisses are so gentle and tender. The shape of his lips moulds into mine; I cling to him.
He pulls off my panties. He moves to go down on me but I have another idea. I get him to lie on his back and I climb on top of him, my cunt over his face. His cock is in my face but still behind his boxers. I can smell him, so pungent, and he grows so hard. I rock my hips back and forth into him, is tongue flattening over my clit and sucking on me.
I take his cock, through the shorts, into my mouth. He's so sensitive, that I think maybe it'll make a difference. He thrusts up into me. I take the whole length of him up into my mouth and I'm sucking, and pull him into me. He wants more, he can take it through the material of his shorts.
More play. More play. Oh god, I want him. Every time he touches me I get a little bit more wet. His hands on my breasts, up inside my pussy, grasping my ass to pull him closer. He finally pulls on a condom and gets to his knees. I think he's doing it to climb on top of me, but no, he gestures for me to get on my stomach. Oh yes, please. Please.
My ass goes back into him, he dips his fingers into me to seek out the hole. He fills me up. The length, the width, the entirety of his cock fills me up. I moan down into the bed and hold on as his weight pushes into me. His balls slap against my clit as he picks up the pace. Thrust, thrust, thrust. He moans and his hands are holding tightly to my ass cheeks. My cunt cinches onto him to draw him in, deep. He can't help himself. He thrusts harder. Ever time he plunges into me a groan or a cry escapes my throat. My fingers clinging to the sheets of the bed.
The hardest cock I've ever known, ever come across, is penetrating me. I can hear my wetness sliding up and down his shaft. Then he gets that tone in his voice. The tone that shares with me his growing orgasm. The anticipation. Where everything inside him gives in to the building pressure, the sensations, in his cock.
He doubles his thrusts. He's pounding into me. I push back so that each thrust is deeper and harder. I want him to cum deep inside me. I want him to explode, inside my warm centre. His voice breaks the moan barrier and is echoing around me, vibrating inside of me. He's yelling now. The strength of his hips, of his solid penis, drives into me. I clench my pussy lips.
He ejaculates. He can't wait any longer and with the deepest, hardest thrusts yet he presses the entire length of his cock inside me until he can't push anymore. Then he slides out and back in again, the entire way. I love to hear him cum, it's like a powerful wave of energy rippling out from his whole body, only further instilled by his voice.
What's even better, if it's possible, is the fact he continues to thrust, slow and long after he cums. to the point that I have to question, will he go again? Is it possible? No it's not possible for now, but he doesn't stop for a long time. Leaning in with his hips, pulling out and then leaning in again until I'm forced to stop myself from begging for more.
Gentleman M... how do I explain something that seems to have naturally come into place? That I haven't told him that I love dry humping, that to make me dripping wet, pressing himself into me from behind like that - whether I'm lying on a bed or pressed up against a wall- is something that drives me crazy. Some of my favourite foreplay, rubbing his erection up against me with nothing but my panties separating us.
I made his shorts quite wet, though, from sucking on them so long and hard. I tried to slip his whole cock into my mouth when he made me cum, 69'ing. Oh well, small things for big things. I don't think he minded.
I asked him, when I was on his lap, prior to my fantastic orgasm, if he had ever put his cock between a pair of breasts. It was a one off question, and he said no, and I left it at that but I hoped that it would leave something lingering in the air between us.
There was something about my breasts, the look of them when I leaned down toward him, that made me think that I would like to do that for him. L loved it, drove him wild. He loved to see his cock disappearing and then peeking out of the top.
Later on in bed I told him that he could do whatever he wanted with me. He said he wanted to put his cock between my breasts. He went to get up but I pushed him back and climbed on him, down between his legs and wrapped my breasts around his swollen cock. It was a luscious sight to see the head of his cock poking out between my breasts as he thrust up into me. As a C cup I seem to have a very good pair sized breasts. "Hand sized," I had them dubbed years ago and it's true. Gentleman M's hand's cup them perfectly. So now, round and pressed tightly together up and down he thrust himself between them.
It got even more hot when I sat up and straddled him simply to kiss him and his cock was so hard it was as straight as an arrow. My tiny shorts didn't do much; he almost impaled me. It wasn't then we had sex. But it certainly added to the tension. I wanted so badly to sit back on him, and it would have been so easy. There was that moment when I hovered above him, our lips so close together breathing heavily in anticipation as the hardness of his cock called to me.
And when I say hardness, I mean hardness. His cock is the hardest cock I've ever come across before.
Gentleman M and I made love for the first time yesterday.
The weekend was amazing.
Sunday he was lying on the couch and I couldn't help but climb on top of him and cuddle him for a little. He pressed his mouth against mine, we kissed very luxuriously. He kisses slowly at first with his lips encompassing my own and then there will be bursts of passion and he will jump up and his tongue slides deep into my mouth.
At first we were talking, laughing. There's always a joke about how I'll take advantage of him when he's sleeping, or vice versa. Our fantasies are an undercurrent, not quite courageous enough to peek out but tickling our conversations.
Then we're kissing again and his hand grabs my ass and squeezes. I love it when his hand holds me there, and pulls me in, and holds me tight. Then I was grinding myself against his thigh. I could feel his leg connecting with my clit, several jolts of electricity burst through me. My knee is between his legs and is gently nudging his crotch as I pushing myself back and forth slowly but after a while I'm not really paying attention.
I grind myself down into his thigh. I'm not aware of how he feels at this point except that look on his face that makes a small explosion happen in my chest. A half smile, like he can't really believe it's happening, and his eyes are watching me.
My hands cling to the back of the couch. I demand the rigidity of his leg, I'm almost breaking out in a sweat, his hand comes up to cup my breast under my short black dress. When he plays with my nipples I'm always almost certain that I could orgasm if he tweaked me a certain way. I'm moaning, and breathing heavily, and pushing myself back and forth on his leg.
So often I come so close to orgasming. I can't believe it's happening, really. I've made myself cum before by rubbing myself against a pillow but never simply by rubbing myself up against someone.
I'm being awfully brutal to my pussy by this time. As I thrust myself time and again against his leg I'm bruising myself. I can't stop. I must keep going. His hand is clasping my ass tightly and then up onto my breast again. The way he teases me causes me to lean my chest down into him. I'm breathing heavily against his neck. Oh God, there it is.
I slow myself down. I don't need to rigorously shove myself down onto him but simple slow, regular strokes pulls me right up into my orgasm. My hands are pushing against the back of the couch. I moan into his chest. Sweat on my brow. My entire body tense and I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh. My clit is rubbing directly into his leg. The friction is finally too much. My cunt is so wet. It clenches tightly.
I yell into his chest. I'm grinding harder as I rocket up into a climax. My body shakes. All the nerves in my pussy explode, tingling, seizing. I'm twitching for a good while afterward.
I've gripped him tightly and try and catch my breath. His smile is now right across his face. Amazed.
"You are so fucking hot," he says. Whenever he says that a shiver of bliss penetrates me.
I've never cum on someone like that. Not without ever having to touch myself.
Then again no one else has ever made me cum as he has. Ever time he reaches down between my legs, and now he has learned how much I love it when he slides his fingers deep into me. And encircles my clit with his finger I come hard, and fast.
When we had sex on Monday I've never come so close to orgasming while having sex, without needing to touch myself, before. Things are only going to get better from here.
To all you sexuals an sexuettes, I wish to know:
What does one do when their lover's cock is extremely sensitive? Twice I've gone down on him only to have him shrink away because he's simply so sensitive. The second time I did my best to keep my tongue, and anything else from touching the head. And I simply sucked, and lolled my tongue at the base but still... he died away because it was just too much.
Recommendations? I feel like he gives me all this amazing pleasure, including going down on me, and I can't give it back. This must not be.