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Breaking a Sweat

Sexy thoughts are far from my mind as I sip my “swamp juice”—a brownish concoction of fruit, protein, flax meal, & chia seeds. But Jake’s hands—brushing my bare neck, and then lower, to my damp sports bra, reel me in.

He just got back from the gym while I worked out at home, and we’re both hot and disheveled, both feeling strong and endorphin-rush happy.

I close my eyes as he awakens my nipples through the thin pink fabric, his muscular frame pressed against me from behind.

“I love the way you look after working out, sweaty and flushed,” he says.

He turns me around, and then a soft, slow kiss—my body is tired from sweating and lifting, and suddenly, a prize.

He draws me towards the bedroom, guiding me as I walk backwards, and we stay lip-locked on the way. One of my favorite things about working out at home is that I can do it in underwear and a sports bra—and they’re both off quickly.

“I want to lick your sweaty pussy,” he says.

My bush is soft and wet, and he dives right in, immersing himself in my juices. I relax into the bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue moving slowly across my vulva. His strong arms grip my legs.

“Mmm, that feels good baby.”

He dips a finger in, inviting my g-spot to join in on the pleasure—“yes.”

My arousal builds, blood rushing to my labia and clit. I get kind of zen—I can picture my g-spot, visualize it swelling and filling.

My orgasm already seems within reach, but I’m not ready yet.

“I want some cock now,” I say, wiggling out from beneath his mouth, and within seconds I swallow him. He groans—that groan I love so much, the one I’ve heard so many times over our almost 7 years together.

I look up into his eyes as I suck up and down, my tongue on his frenulum, my hands on his balls. I know eye contact makes him crazy.

“You’re the queen of blow jobs,” he says, smiling.

“Mmm hmm”—I answer, as much as I can with a mouth full of cock.

He touches my hair.

I know he means it–he’s had his share of blowjobs. Sometimes he likes to show me off—give other men a taste of my lips, my skills. I love that.

“I want to taste your pussy again,” he says.

This is common for us—we both want to taste each other, we both get pleasure out of giving—so it’s a wonderful back and forth of mouths to genitals. Sometimes that’s all we do—oral is amazing sex on its own.

But today I want to get fucked.

We stop for a quick break so I can pee—a necessary thing for post workout, post water guzzling sex.

I come back to find he’s laid out the throe and lubed up his cock, stroking it as he waits.

Perfect.

His thoughtfulness and anticipation of my needs turns me on just as much as his hard thighs, his vibrant tattoos, his gorgeous, long curly hair, and his big, strong, hands.

Those hands are soon on my ass as I get on all fours in front of him.

“I love your big ass,” he says.

I turn my head, looking back at him, looking at my ass.

“And I love how strong your pussy smells right now.”

“Me too,” I say.

It’s true. The whole room smells like me. My huge bush holds my scent well—even more so after being intensely physical. I love the smell of cock too, but nothing compares to the smell of vulva, mine or others. It’s so. Fucking. Good.

He slides inside of me.

The next few minutes are a blur of thrusts, gasps, and wet noises, and then he flips me over.

My clit aches to be touched.

Now I’m facing him—my eyes lock with his.

“Go slow baby, it feels so intense,” I say.

He does as I ask, his cock nudging gently at my g-spot as he grips my open thighs.

It’s not long before I’m gasping “faster,” but now he’s enjoying the tease.

My fingers circle my clit, his thrusts quicken, but just as I feel my orgasm is close again, he slows.

I can tell this orgasm will be blended—my clit throbs, hard with blood, and my g-spot swells with his teasing. Every time he senses I’m close, he pulls back.

His grin tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Sweat drips across his chest—he’s working so hard for me.

I look into his eyes, desperate. I can’t wait much longer.

He thrusts faster and doesn’t slow down this time.

I’ve come to the point where I can’t really think, and my noises and moans are involuntary and increasingly louder.

“Fuck, fuck fuckkk,” I moan, my face surely scrunched up in a weird, orgasm-drawn expression.

He pounds into me as I stroke my clit, furiously now—I’m caught up in an orgasm that doesn’t stop, my cunt squeezing his cock.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna come”—his words come out, frantic.

I ride my orgasm, gasping “yes,” as he pulls out, his come sprinkling my bush.

“That felt so fucking good,” I say, giggling in post orgasm bliss.

We’re both soaked.

“Thank goddess for throes,” I say.

“And showers,” he says.

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Playing With Adam

Jake looks delicious lying on the bed in his blue boxer briefs, his curly hair still damp from a shower.

“Want a bj?” I ask, sitting down next to him.

He looks up, smiling, “No, I hate those.”

“Oh really?” I say, gently feeling his form over fabric.

Soon he has my tank off and one breast in his mouth and the other in his hand, pinching gently.

“Last night I had a sex dream and an orgasm in my sleep,” I say as my nipples stiffen. “I was tied up and taken advantage of, and I loved it.”

My left breast is warm beneath his lips, and my right tingling in the cool air after a lick.

“At one point I remember having your cock in my mouth while being fucked by another man.”

“That’s hot,” he says, reaching beneath my panties, tracing my lips.

“Let’s play with Adam,” I say.

A little while later, I’m lying on my back, and Jake is kneeling above me, hovering and ready.

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say. I feel Adam’s tip teasing my vulva, without entering yet.

I open, Jake thrusts, and I moan around him as my throat is filled with his hardness and at the same time my cunt with Adam’s. I take him in all the way, and suck and suck and forget to breathe until he pulls out, gasping as he rubs himself on my face. Adam moves faster now, and every push feels intensified by the pressure of his girth on my g-spot.

“I’m a good little slut, aren’t I?” I ask as I gasp for air and think about how I must remember to breathe next time.

“Yes, you are.”

He moves Adam away from me, freeing my hands.

“Put your hands on my cock,” he says. Now Adam’s pace matches Jake’s, fast thrusts that seem to echo inside of me. My bush is sticky with a mixture of juices and lube, and Jake grabs it, pulling it roughly, how I like it.

My body skips back and forth between my twitching, full cunt, and my wide, full mouth, both dripping.

Jake pulls out again, and shoves my head lower. He’s still wet with my spit, and I stroke him while I lick and suck his balls. He touches my clit for the first time, and my head swirls, my muscles tightening and aching for release.

I moan, moving even lower to his ass, until all I can see and smell is his flesh. I attack it, firing my tongue in rapid circles.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” he says, groaning.

I moan back in answer from below him, and somehow I’m able to keep licking and stroking as I come hard, clenching around Adam as my hips grind up against Jake’s fingers. My pleasure fuels Jake’s, and he joins me in orgasm, his thighs tightening as he squirts onto my neck, my chin, and a few tasty drops on my lips.

Afterwards Jake and I clean up a bit and head to the kitchen to make dinner.

Having served his purpose, Adam gets a quick shower and returns to his drawer, until next time.

Oral

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Folding my legs

up, a wider view, he grasps

my ankle as his curls

tease, and a gasp

as his lips,

hot and wet

merge

with mine.

Sinful Sunday

“Oral” was featured as a top photo in the Sinful Sunday weekly Round-up. Thanks Jemima for choosing it and of course Molly for hosting Sinful Sunday!

“Oral” also won 1st place in the Whole Sex Life Erotic Image Event; thanks Evoe!

Denial

Every time I sit, the pressure on my finger shaped bruises makes me wince. This morning (more like afternoon) I woke up sore in all sorts of weird places: my knees, my pussy, my neck, my legs, but mainly my poor ass. I’ve been spanked before, but these strong, relentless slaps left my butt streaked with purple and red, and my skin sore to the slightest touch.

As always Jake has been giving me lusty looks all day, and I admit I’ve been trying to keep myself busy with other things. As hot as the flashbacks make me, like remembering being yanked up from the floor by my hair or whispered words of filth while he’s inside, my body says no. It says I need a fucking break, literally.

All day I’ve struggled with this, with the arousal bubbling inside me as my mind wanders to the previous night’s ecstasy, and my sore muscles and bruises protesting with every move.  I park my computer on my lap like a castle moat, hoping to protect myself from Jake’s delicious but at the moment potentially painful touch. I think he’s got the hint, and although he’s made a few suggestive comments, we’ve each been busy doing other things.

In an absent minded moment, I make the mistake of pulling my tank top down below my breast to caress my sore nipple, and before I know it Jake’s lips have taken over, the bulge in his shorts hardening instantly.

“Be gentle,” I say, giggling, as he releases my other breast, “they’re still really sore.”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he rubs his hand over my panties.

“And what about this?” He squeezes it gently, awakening my clit.

“Yes, that too. I don’t know if I can handle being fucked again yet.”

“I didn’t say anything about fucking.”

With that he licks his middle finger, reaching inside this time. I close my eyes and focus on his hands, and his warm breath alternating between my nipples and my lips. Lustful memories surface again, and when I open my eyes, I know he’s thinking the exact same thing.

“You’re such a good little slut,” he says.

“Yes,” I answer, smiling, “I am.”

Anxious to prove it, I pull down a blanket from the futon and kneel on it in front of him, ignoring the thudding pain from my bruises. I start from below, licking slowly, using my tongue to bounce his cock back and forth. I take my time, I take him all the way in, I kiss every inch. I close my eyes again, and I rub him over my face, on my chest, on my lips. I don’t understand why some women hate giving oral; there’s so much power in it.

His body sunk into the couch, his dick in my mouth, the glazed look in his eyes. He is mine, and I love it.

I feel him getting close, his balls moving upwards and his thighs clenching, and I stop. His hand is quickly where my mouth was, and he watches as I stand up silently. I don’t have to say what I want, he knows I’ve changed my mind; not only can I handle being fucked again, I want to be fucked again, I need it.

The next few minutes are a mess of heavy breathing, clothing flying through the air, and a race of mouths to body parts. I win, swallowing him, and he comes in a close second, three fingers inside me tugging at my g-spot like it’s war. I let out a muffled moan, and try to remember to suck as I’m quickly distracted by the rockets of heat shooting from my thighs and now a finger in my ass. I realize he’s not in my mouth anymore when I open my eyes, but his cock is still hard and ready without my assistance. I don’t protest as he buries himself between my legs, and my moaning crescendos with every lick.

I’m at the top, I can almost feel my Everest, my peak, when he gives me a taste of my own bittersweet medicine, pulling his fingers out and mouth off of my hot wetness just before I make it.

My hands storm my clit, hoping to maintain his momentum, but he flips me over, parting my throbbing lips easily. I wriggle below him, pushing back on him on him roughly. He grips my ass, and the threat of another spanking makes my muscles tighten, my breathing desperate. My right hand moves toward my pussy again; I’m so close.

“Not yet,” he says, pulling both of my arms back, leaving my clit screaming for attention.

In this position, with him thrusting from behind and pulling my arms backward, I can’t move an inch. All I can do is moan into the sheets and my knotted hair beneath me. At first I protest a little, trying to break from his grip. He holds tight.

“Oh that feels so good,” I mumble, and for a minute he lessens his hold. I take advantage of this, trying to sneak my hand around, but it’s twisted back behind me before I can say, “fuck.”

I give up, letting my pussy feel him from within instead. I can’t see anything, fused to the bed, wet and tangled. He twists a little, pulling my hips up, and gets me where I need it.

“Oh, god, please!”

“Now!” he answers, releasing my right hand but still thrusting, and as soon as I touch myself I crumble, my body flooded with a pleasure so strong it could carve rocks or uproot trees. I’m useless for a few moments, a sweaty clenching mess, but he keeps going.

Almost every time I orgasm, I think I can’t take anymore, can’t take anymore pleasure. But I can. And I feel the greed growing inside, the need for more. I climb on top of him, making sure to rub my hips for just the right amount of friction. I spin around, reverse, and hold my cheeks open as I slow down a bit. I need another one, another orgasm, another release. He senses me slowing, sees my creeping fingers, and pulls me down on top of him.

I love how he throws me around like I’m weightless, and soon I’m below him again, face to face. I can tell he’s close by the primal look in his eyes, and hoping to join him I tap on my clit.

“No,” he says, pinning my arms. He gazes into me as he moves faster, and I thrust myself up to meet him. My clit throbs and feels like it will burst open, but I ignore it. Bound and forced to focus on only the feeling of his cock, the fire inside me grows, feelings flashing like sparks in every direction. My moaning becomes screaming as he moves harder, and then I lose my breath, gasping as I erupt from inside out. Jake mirrors my explosion with his own, hot spurts sprinkling my stomach.

After, being the gentleman he is, Jake towels me off as I lay motionless on the bed, regaining my energy. He turns me over, caressing my sore bottom, tracing a sticky spot he missed over my sensitive skin.

“That was hot,” I say, “you denying me another clitoral orgasm.”

He’s done this before, kept me from touching myself, but he usually touches me instead, or eventually lets me go. For us it’s usually more about teasing than power-play.

“I wouldn’t have had that amazing g-spot orgasm, my clit gets too greedy,” I continue, “I love how sometimes you know just what I need. Like today, mmm.”

I trace my fingers around my breasts, relishing in my post-sex naked sweatiness.

“Yea, I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck today,” he says, grinning.

 

Dirty Talk

The night was warm and wet, and small beads of sweat trickled between my breasts. I felt like walking sex with so much bare skin showing in my vintage tube top, and I felt curious eyes drift over me as I returned to our table with a fresh beer. Putting a hand on his leg as I dipped into my seat, I followed Jake’s lustful gaze.

“What about her?” he asked, eyeing a young blonde in a flowery dress.

“She looks a little prissy,” I answered, “but hot.”

“I wonder if she would be interested in both of us,” Jake mused, moving closer.

“I wonder what her pussy looks like,” I said, glancing around to gauge if anyone could hear our conversation.

If they could, they didn’t show it.

When we got home later, I told Jake I was tired and wanted go to sleep soon. I could tell he craved a late night fuck, but I wanted to torture him a little. Sitting on the futon together, I put my bare feet in his lap and told him to rub them as we talked and watched TV.  Since we had been checking people out together all night, the topic of threesomes drifted into our conversation again, and I mentioned a tall, cute guy with brown hair I had flirted with while ordering a drink at the bar.

“I think he wanted to fuck me,” I said.

“Of course he did,” Jake said, kissing my toes playfully.

“Next time you should tell him to come home with us,” he continued, “if you want to get fucked extra hard.”

I couldn’t help but rub myself gently over my panties, picturing Jake and the other man standing over me, two big hands on my breasts and two squeezing my ass.

“Where would you want us to come?” he asked.

“Hmm, I guess it depends on what position I’m in,” I answered, feeling my pussy moisten through the soft cotton, my nipples perking in anticipation.

Not wasting any time, we rushed to the bedroom, peeling off our clothes along the way.

“I want to be your fuck toy tonight,” I said as he stood at the edge of the bed, his cock rising like a proud flag.

Without using my hands, I searched for his penis with my mouth, and he waved it back in forth, his hardness hitting my cheek.

“You don’t get it yet,” he said slyly, grabbing my chin with one hand and holding my face to his. I looked into his eyes and saw that his look had intensified.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed, and I quickly changed positions, with my body lying face up on the bed, my head tilted back over the edge near where he stood, almost upside down.

Without asking, he thrust himself into my mouth, and I frantically moved my tongue around him, eager to please. He held my arms down on the bed, trapping me in my deliciously vulnerable position.

“All the way,” he said softly, although still in a rough, aroused voice, “you can do it.”

I stopped moving my tongue and focused all of my effort on relaxing every muscle in my throat and moving my head so he was at just the right angle. He thrusted hard, and I was amazed with how far he went. I’ve deep throated him plenty of times, but in this position it felt like he was further inside than ever before.

“That’s it,” he said, “good girl.”

By now I could feel my pussy dripping and pulsing with excitement, even though he hadn’t touched me yet. He kept thrusting, deeper and deeper, and I gagged a few times, not enough to make me stop, but enough to make me feel even more out of control, even more that I wanted nothing other than to give him immense pleasure.

Just when the thrusting began to feel like too much, too hard, too fast, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards his. His cheek now pressed roughly against mine, he held one hand tight around my neck and the other parted my throbbing lips, his fingers moving hard inside me. I could feel my spit dripping down my neck.

“You’re a good little mouth,” he said, as I moaned with the sudden powerful penetration, “and a good pussy” I answered, nodding my head slightly as he continued.

“Just imagine,” he said, “soon we will do this again, but while you’re busy sucking my dick, you’re going to get fucked too.”

His words came to life in my mind, and I pictured another hard cock filling up my mouth, silencing my moans and gasps, leaving me even more breathless and helpless, submitting to pleasure. My first orgasm rushed over me, my legs flailing beneath him, and I thought he would stop after feeling my pussy tighten and clench around his fingers, but he didn’t. He kept going.

“Oh fuck baby,” I gasped, another orgasm blossoming from deep inside.

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth again?” he asked, expecting me to nod in approval.

“No,” I retorted instead, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Mmm,” he groaned, “stay still.”

I waited for a few minutes that seemed like forever and then felt the cool trickle of lube between my legs. I was on all fours, propped on my elbows, and I began stroking my clit lightly with one hand. I needed to relax. I focused on my breathing as I felt a finger caress my tight hole, moving in slow circles.

“That feels so good baby,” I moaned as he teased me mercilessly.

When he finally put a finger in, I was ready, and I wanted more. When he pulled out his finger I felt something harder, a glass plug.

“Time to warm up your tight little ass,” he said as he pushed it in slowly, listening for my cues. I sighed as it passed my threshold, popping into place. Before I could move he thrust his hard cock inside my soft cunt, and I felt wet and full and ready to erupt. Raw emotions bubbled inside me, exploding from my mouth.

“I want to give you a double blow job,” I moaned from below him as he kept thrusting madly, “she’ll suck your cock, and I’ll lick your balls and your ass.”

I turned around a little so I could see that look on his face when he fucks me, the wild intensity of it.

“I can’t wait to see you fuck another pussy; I can’t wait to lick her clit while you thrust into her, you’ll fuck her good baby,” I said, closing my eyes and picturing it.

“Fuck yes,” he answered, pulling out of me quickly and pivoting me roughly towards him, pumping his cock with one hand and shoving my head toward it with the other. I swallowed him again whole, and I tasted myself on his cock and smelled my juices on his balls as my nose pressed up firmly against them. I love the way my pussy smells, and I groaned and licked and moved my mouth frantically, my animal instincts taking over. When he finally pulled out again, I could barely breathe, and I tried my best to muster up an answer when he asked roughly, “do you want me to fuck your ass now?”

“Yes,” I said, moving quickly back to my position on all fours, sticking my butt up high in the air. He tugged on the plug, which made me feel like I was going to come again, but I held back, using all of my self control not to stroke myself yet.

He stopped touching me for a minute, and images flashed through my mind: sucking two cocks at once, back and forth, a woman’s moist and plump pussy lips in my face, being thrown around like a doll, four hands between my legs.

My fantasies dissipated as I felt a warm thwack on my right ass cheek, the concentrated sting of a crop that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Harder,” I said as he brought it down again on the other check. After a few hits, I felt close to orgasm again, and nearly came when he suddenly brought it down on my pussy, the sting sending waves of pleasure, making me twitch and writhe.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, trying not to come yet, trying to control myself, but I could hear myself moan louder and louder, as if I was outside of my body looking in, observing. He pulled out the plug, and my right hand gravitated to my pussy automatically. I squeezed my mound and cupped my hand over myself, waiting anxiously. Jake rubbed his cock over my ass; he knew I was more than ready but kept me waiting just long enough. I gasped when he finally pushed himself into me, and now I was more than relaxed and eager.

“How’s this baby?” he asked, grunting loudly, gripping my hips and moving faster.

“Just right,” I answered, feeling myself getting closer. Every movement he made felt like an explosion of sensation, my tight ass squeezing him, feeling him, taking him in deeper.  I got that familiar timeless sensation I usually get during sex, except this time it was all slow motion, and every thrust seemed to last forever, the feelings swelling and intensifying.

“Oh god I’m going to come,” I gasped, my clit throbbing frantically beneath my fingers as my pussy and ass tightened. I felt dizzy and warm and consumed as the orgasm I had been prolonging took over me, my body flushing and shaking, my heartbeat slowing to an all encompassing loud pulse, sending blood rushing through my head, my arms, my legs, my pussy, my neck.

I gasped again, almost falling off of the edge of the bed as he pulled out and came, his warm semen splashing my back. I felt like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Jake must have sensed my helplessness, as he pulled me up onto the bed before I could topple over the side. I was way too tired to shower and passed out drenched in come and sweat.

The next morning, I woke up still wet, my hand on my cunt, smiling at the memory of the previous night’s ecstasy as I felt the slickness of lube between my thighs.

A Rough Morning

For a few blurred, barely conscious moments, I forget where I am and remember a woman’s thick lips locked between my legs. As I blink past the sleep haze, I feel Jake’s warm body next to mine, and he shifts slightly. I don’t usually wake up horny, but the image of the woman in my dream is fresh and ripe in my mind, and wetness stirs between my legs, as if she was still there, still softly circling my clit with her tongue.

I wonder if Jake would be grumpy if I woke him up for sex, and then realize the thought is ridiculous. Jake is always ready for sex, even half conscious, tired, hung-over, sick, whatever. He’s facing away from me, and I roll over him, searching for his penis as I gently kiss his lips.

As soon as my hand finds him, his body awakens before he does, and he grumbles and grabs for my head, thrusting it downward roughly, eyes still closed. Half hard, I take all of him in, and he groans in approval as I bring his cock to life.

“That’s my good little mouth,” he says as he yanks my head back by a handful of hair, and I nod in an eager reply, eyes locked on his as he plunges through my throat.

I love the way his instincts take over, how he moves with such force though barely awake.  Wet and ready for attention, I wiggle my butt up in the air, hinting for his gentle touch between my legs. Instead, he brings his palm down hard on one cheek and then the other, and with each spank my muscles twitch and then relax, and I can feel my now full lips throbbing in time with my frantic heartbeat.

After my messy and attentive deep throating, Jake rewards me by throwing me onto my back, peeling my legs open with a dirty smile and then covering me with his mouth, teasing. He knows that I want him inside, but he only licks and caresses until I can’t take it anymore.

“Finger me now,” I whimper, thrusting my hips up and down anxiously, “please.”

By the time he reaches in with two fingers, I feel like I am going to explode and even his first light touch almost sends me over the edge. I flush as he moves his fingers faster inside me, and then slaps my pussy with his free hand.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream, my juices running down his fingers and onto the sheets beneath.

He takes a moment to lick them, as if I’m fruit to be devoured and savored, relished. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me and then pulls me to the edge of the bed, where he stands up, hand on his hardness.

“Do you want to get fucked now?” he asks as he rubs himself over my clit.

“Fuck, yes!”

My legs tremble as his cock fills me, and I can feel my g-spot growing each time he thrusts. My vision blurs, and I feel as if I’m in a kaleidoscope of pleasure, lost in orgasms that seem to grow and multiply uncontrollably, leaving me shaking and breathless. He puts one strong hand around my neck while he thrusts, and holds it just tight enough to make me gasp and then releases, and just when I feel like I am going to faint with ecstasy he turns me over, fucking me hard from behind as he spanks me again.

For awhile I hold myself up with one hand and caress my clit with the other, but eventually my body fatigues and I collapse beneath him, my arms almost unable to function. He flips me again, pulling me up on top of him as he stands, gripping my legs, and I use all of the energy I have left to bounce up and down on top of him.

Time seems to slow and speed up at random, and thoughts give way to only the physical: his fingers on my ass, my hand around his neck, his teeth on my ear, and oh his cock, his cock, his hard fucking cock inside me. I’m not sure if I fall or if he throws me, but soon I’m back on the bed, and he’s holding my legs up crossed in the air, and he slaps my right breast with his free hand.

“Fuck!” I yell, unable to say anything beyond those four simple letters.

He hits my other breast, harder, and my fingers grip into his legs, nails digging into his sweaty skin.

I scream again, making a scene of it, not holding anything back. My pussy tightens and pushes him out, and I rub my hand over myself as I gush all over both of us. He hits his cock against my cunt as I come and come, which makes my fluids to spray in every direction, and I giggle a little as I feel my own warm wetness sprinkle my face.

Drenched in my juices, he fucks me again, and it’s wet and messy and slippery as hell. I moan as he grasps the flesh on my hips, thrusting wildly. He pulls one of my legs up and gets me at just the right angle, and another orgasm floods over me as he grumbles, “where do you want it baby?”

“On my ass,” I demand, and he let’s go, warm cum spewing on my butt and thighs, mixing with mine and trickling between my legs.

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp.

“I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” he says.

“You said that yesterday,” I say, as I laugh and moan in giddy post orgasmic bliss.

 

 

Oral Sex Class

Last night a group of girls and I enjoyed drinks, played games, and participated in an oral sex class for my friend’s Bachelorette party. The Maid of Honor told me ahead of time that she had booked an oral sex instructor, but I didn’t know it would be Charla Hathaway, a sex and intimacy coach I had previously met at an event. I was excited to see her warm, friendly familiar face and to hear what she had to say about oral sex.

Charla began by introducing herself and her work and had us all take out our bananas. After peeling the bananas and posing for some funny not-for-facebook pictures, we began playing with our bananas. Instead of focusing on pleasing or “getting off” the bananas, Charla told us to pay attention to the way the bananas felt around our lips, on the soft skin of our cheeks, and in our mouths. Although there were some awkward giggles stemming from feelings of self-consciousness and over all silliness from erotically playing with a banana, we listened to the instructions she gave in her soft, seductive voice and did our best to take the banana playing seriously. At one point we all broke down laughing as one girl exclaimed, “I broke my banana!”

After answering various questions and leading our banana play session, Charla showed us how to do the put a condom on with your mouth trick. I had never tried it before, and it was actually pretty easy and fun.  In addition to the banana play, we also spent some time talking about how to express to our lovers what we want and how to slow down and enjoy intimacy and being in the moment.

I definitely enjoyed Charla’s class and her teaching style. I appreciated the philosophy Charla expressed to us, that oral sex is much more fun for both partners when the giver focuses more on enjoying the process rather than getting the receiver off. It was a fun, light-hearted, and sexy night. After the class, we had more drinks and played various games including one of my favorites, Who is the Biggest Slut.