Merry Christmas! One of you asked to hear what it’s like to ..
🕑 Added 2021-12-25 14:40:29 +0000 UTC
Merry Christmas! One of you asked to hear what it’s like to have the sex with me. So I asked a dear friend/ex to describe it. He really delivered:
Her eyes have always done it for me. That open, curious, enticing gaze. When I let myself sink into my desire for her, it feels like foreplay sometimes starts hours before we make it to the bed.
I feel fortunate that we met around 17. I couldn’t navigate my feelings back then, but I knew she was really special. I didn’t know then that I’d still be describing her as the best I’ve ever had.
You have to be prepared with the fact that there is no "off" switch for her libido. Given time, attention, and a measure of skill, she's practically always game.
Even so, you wouldn’t believe how gentle you have to be, starting out. The most delicate pressure on her clit elicits a response. But if you have the patience, it’s exquisite. She'll buck and moan, begging for it, and when she cums at the tip of my finger running gentle circles on her labia, it's as though time itself stops.
When we have the foresight, we lay down a towel first, because sometimes she squirts so much it soaks the sheets. One of my fondest memories consists of her straddling my face standing up, braced against a dresser, with me on my knees beneath her eating her out. Gripping her ass and running my tongue all over her folds while she shuddered and moaned. When she finally came I felt like I was drowning. I could’ve died happy.
And that’s all before we get to really fucking-fucking. But the journey is a reward of its own, because by the time our clothes are on the floor, I’m rock-hard and insane with lust. I crawl between her legs, her gorgeous pussy engorged and glistening. I might run my cock around her pussy lips just to see how close I can get her to the edge of climax again. But it's a point of no return.
In that moment, with both of us poised on the cusp of ecstasy, I return to her eyes, now almost wild, searching, drinking me in. I feel seen. I feel powerful, like the only guy in the world who can give this woman what she needs.
Not all pussies are created equal. Hers is the closest thing to “fits like a glove” I’ve ever experienced. No matter the position, no matter the speed, she grips every contour of my shaft. I can't jerk off half as well as her pussy delights me.
Sliding in, I feel her hunger. She draws me in so powerfully that before I know it I'm balls-deep, and the space between us disappears.
I love the way she loves fucking me. In the moment, as I'm reaching my own climax she's looking straight into my eyes and telling me, "No one fucks me like you do. Please never stop fucking me." Given a chance, I never will.
When I can't contain myself anymore, she's eager to take all of it deep inside. As I release I feel a sense of security and serenity—and yes, love—that's unmatched across my many trysts and relationships.
In the afterglow I am attentive to her soft curves, maybe pressing my hips into her perfect ass from behind, maybe cupping her sweet breast with my hand. It's a gift, because so few people know just how tender she can be in the right hands. I'm just lucky those hands have so often been mine.
