CDC survey on female-to-male anal play
CDC survey on female-to-male anal play
CDC survey: Though the report is chock-full of all kinds of straight, gay, and lesbian sex in fairly graphic detail, there’s absolutely no research on female-to-male anal play. It turns out that the straight-male fear of reciprocal anal play is a potent mix of sexism and homophobia; a straight man can do it to someone else, but having it done to him isn’t okay.
But the newly discovered anti-cancer benefits of prostate stimulation are giving straight guys—especially the progressive New York breed—a legitimate excuse to be more, shall we say, open to exploration. And men’s magazines, which until recently discussed anal sex only in terms of how to trick a girlfriend into giving it up, now publish articles on the Aneros—the doctor-created, FDA-approved prostate stimulator—and the male G-spot, a.k.a. the P-spot, a.k.a. the He-spot.
“Straight guys come in looking for the Aneros,” says Riccardi, “but once they get all their questions answered, they’ll walk out with something more fun and less medical for themselves. Or their girlfriends will come in looking for ways they can be the penetrator, too.” When Riccardi first started working at Babeland three years ago, she would gently ask straight female customers if they’d ever tried sticking a finger up their boyfriend’s or husband’s bum, and they’d shoot her looks of horror. “Now when I ask them that question, they almost all say, ‘Oh, sure.’ ” The store’s strap-on sales have never been higher.
“My wife is totally turned on by the idea of ‘having’ me, as that’s just not something women really get to do most of the time, and it’s not something that guys have usually had done to them. It really is a reversal in the most primal of ways,” explains newlywed Brooklynite Anthony. “I think anyone who doesn’t enjoy it or thinks they wouldn’t is hindered by their own hang-ups. It feels good, period. And breaking taboos is sexy. Variety is sexy. Being vulnerable is sexy.”
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In The Stillness Of Your Arms
In The Stillness Of Your Arms
In the stillness of your arms
as we lay together satiated
bathed in loves afterglow.
I feel the safety therein
& know that I have found
forever's place.
You kiss my forehead gently
a seal of your intention
to protect me always
a promise well kept
as years have passed.
A sigh of contentment
escapes swollen lips
kissed to perfection
I snuggle deeper
into your embrace
as if I could get closer.
We listen to the night sounds
hearing in the distance
the sweet voice of a violin
kissing the summer wind
Your hand caresses my arm
in a soothing back and forth
I steal a glance upwards
your eyes are closed
my fingers play across your chest
you smile
whispering I love you too.
In a moment it will begin again
this dance of desire
sparked by passion
ignited by love
&
I will open willingly
to it's onslaught
Decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions
I have come to the conclusion that I must be quite horny, seeing as I have done nothing but talk about or write about sex since late last night.
Now I could write the last half of the Hunter and call it a night or I could risk busting the stitches in my belly n go get me some sugah, decisions, decisions. I guess it remains to be seen which course of action I take? Hey where you going with them batteries,
get back here?!!!!
Bad Sex 101
Bad Sex 101
Excuse me?
I recall one fellow who seemed so darn sexy I couldn't wait to be with him, fast forward to the magic moment and suddenly my prince became a frog. foreplay was I guess taking the wrapper off my cheeseburger.
The act went a little something like this.......
Naked in bed after smoking a joint[yea yea I was like 22] he suddenly jumps on top of me does the cheek kiss, ear lobe blow, nipple lick right, nipple lick left, spit on hand [you figure out why] and whose yer daddy. Without missing a beat he than begins pouring out the sex talk come on, come on, you know you want it, come on come on tell me you want it or I'll pull it out!
I am all for sex talk sometimes, but it indeed must be earned. So there I was looking up at him with that look dogs give when they are wondering what the hell and he is banging away n talking, but obviously not clued into the fact it aint happening, at least not for me. [must have been the weed]
So now I feel perturbed. I know I am not the only one who realized during the act, either at the beginning or somewhere between it and the end that it was not going to be a "happy ending" for me.
I am now thinking about the laundry and what was on superchannel wondering if my vibrator batteries were still good etc. his voice droned on and that's when it occured to me that I might expedite matters if I joined in the verbiage. Oh yess, yess, I want it, yes, yes, give it to me lover, bang that p**y. sighhh really? Geez... he made it to the finish line.
Now came the awkward part of getting him out of my bed and out the door, cuz we all know letting them stay implies a round two perhaps before breakfast and I wasn't having it. During these times it is always good to have a friend who lives close by.
So I excused myself and headed to the bathroom, darted across the hall in bathrobe, into pals place [open door policy], where I then told her the sorry tale and hatched a plan. Darted back into apartment flushed toilet ran the water etc. calmly walk back into the bedroom. where he is laying looking to darn comfortable smoking a cigarette.
Counting down in my head I wait for the loud knock on the door and in rushes my gal pal, with a sorry to interrupt but did you forget we gotta be somewhere in an hour, oops hi there sorry but we gotta go. Oh no I completely forgot so n so's party damn I would ask you to come but it's friends only.
Twenty minutes later we watched him drive away.
Now I wish I could say this was the only bad sexual adventure I ever had, but it isn't and in fact it isn't even the worst one. The worst one can be summed up by the fact that in the middle of the bad sex to add insult to injury, a cockroach ran across my face [his place]. Altogether now EWWWWW!!!
Bad sex 101 :the list
Bad sex 101 :the list
Bad sexual experiences I have had
This has never happened to me before [4 times]
I got mine get yours [yes someone actually said it to me]
OMG where is your dick? [I was looking right at it, it was 2inches rock hard]
Bet that feels good? what feels good? [he was inside but see above]
hump, hump, blot, blot, hump, hump, blot, blot, [ the minute I got wet he dried it with a cloth, I have no idea ask him]
He penetrates he scores [ came on the first thrust]
He misses the goal [came before the first thrust]
Oh your pants are wet [he came in them, same guy all 3 encounters]
Just lay there and be quiet [yup thats what he said] worse, I did what I was told.
47 times in 3 days [after he had finished serving 18 months and not in the army] none of them quickies [ So okay this was good, then it went bad] why well......
A] he was extremely well endowed 14inches
B} he had the stamina, staying power of the everready rabbit
C] Hard, deep, fast n furious is okay the first two or three times then it's just showing off.
D] This resulted in me peeing funny for several days, wherein I then discovered via my doctor that he had tilted my cervix OUCH
How about you got any bad sex stories?
One more reason
One more reason
Okay, there is one more reason why I love to write smut. So women will stand up and damned well ask for what they want. Oh I know there are millions of liberated gals who do just that, [ I will not tolerate substandard sex ever again] and that's to be expected after all it is 2009 and celebrated woohoo. But for every gal that says you better come correct, there is one who still feels that
a] sex is just for making babies and not to be enjoyed [I know one]
b] this must be what sex is [only one partner ever so how to judge] this gals needs some good sex so bad it is making her crazy
c] being overtly sexual is a turnoff [depends on the partner I guess which then leads me back to ask, learn, discover]
d] I don't think I like sex [ find out why if its a mental issue or physical issue the more you know the better to treat it right?]
So many woman still think masturbation is verboten. yet doctors have said that a certain amount of orgasms a week help keep a woman healthy [good for the heart was the quote]. It also says self pleasuring ensures we get what we want and don't end up frustrated and unsatisfied.
That self exploration also teaches us about our body is a big bonus. The better informed we are the better informed we can make our lovers yes? Reading smut, er, erotica tends to let you know in a very physical way what turns you on so if you are having trouble finding the words to say I need better sex, Hand him or her a book and say chapter 3 you me in the bedroom I'll be waiting.
Hey it works for me, whew am I ever PMSing woohooo!
True Confessions
True Confessions
Okay I admit it, I love to write smut, not porn for porns sake, that's to easy and really it sort of lacks imagination and judging by what and when those books are used for, written for the biggest bang, in the shortest intervals [after all one handed reading can get tedious] a good plot isn't really required.
But dammit I got needs and sometimes those needs are best served via two total strangers meeting wherever they meet and banging each others brains out at least on paper or in this case screen [grin]
So I like to write erotic fiction, wait let me rephrase that, I like to write erotic fiction for women. which I do under the pen name of Erotique. [ I may create a new channel just for her to write and chat.]
We have all fantasized about that one sexy encounter with some handsome hunk or hunkette [yes I am an equal opportunity coupler], either on the beach [dangerous places] or the gentleman seducer [rich handsome unselfish, skilled lover].Though you can probably insert skilled lover in all scenarios pretty much.
Of course there is also the other end of the scale, [the virginal fast learner who takes directions well], that we woman then take under our wing and show them the way to manhood. In which case you want stamina and quick recovery, [uh huh yea that's it, show mama what ya got baby].
I like to think of it as my way of saving a relationship, since I know well the disappointment of sex gone wrong. I know I am not alone. There are men out there who could take a lesson from some of the fellas we find in books. I am betting behind every get you squirming in a good way love scene, there is a woman who has been through an, oh no you didnt sexual encounter. I shall recount just such an occassion in my next article.
When writing erotica for us women, I think about all those factors that men oft times do not. for instance if you're like me you have moods and those moods dictate the kind of lovemaking you want that night or day. soft playful, rough demanding, seductive role play, take me I'm yours sighhh.
Truth is we know in reality a lot of times we are too tired or cranky or bored of the same old thing and sex can if we are not careful become a chore at home Since many of us aren't going to go out and have a series of affairs to try n change that, we then go inside our imaginations for our fantasy needs.
most of us wish we had that lover in real life, which sad to say most of us don't. I'm not saying we have lemons, just that even if they started out as great lovers, they too over time have moods, for some of the very same reasons, but they articulate it differently.
Where we might say I need a little foreplay [like taking out the garbage], they are apt to say "hey honey how about a blowjob!" Since we love the big lout we forgive him this most of the time.
So that's why there are those moments when we want that fantasy man or woman and that's where I come in.
When I'm writing a story and getting to the juicy part I have a secret weapon I use to give it, it's heat an thats my very own libido. If while writing it I get aroused[yea I said it] then somethings working. I put it out there for you to read and if as one reader commented, it had you fanning yourself or wondering where your vibrator was, then my job is done and you're welcome!
Stop The Madness
Stop The Madness
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Somewhere right now even as I write this, there is a woman willingly having bad sex! Perhaps it is the belief that bad sex is better than no sex or maybe it's me and not him, or if I don't give it to him then he will go else where etc. well Erotique says..............
Stop it, stop it right now dammit, bad sex is not better than no sex. If it was there wouldn't be so many cranky woman who want to hit their men with baseball bats afterwards, when they are lying in bed listening to him whistle as he gets cleaned up in the bathroom.
Oh come on you know what I'm talking about. When he slides back into bed and tries to kiss you goodnight and you grit your teeth holding back the scream of outrage, since your anger is compounded by having to sleep on the wet spot, you know you had no part in making. Oh hell no, stop it right now and don't you ever do it again, or I will hunt you down and slap the orgasm out of you!
If the only one who knows it's bad is you then Honey it aint you it's him and here I gotta be frank too, if you can make magic by yourelf and it is oooh so good then I REPEAT, IT AINT YOU!!!
Stop it, stop it right now, stop blaming yourself If you are afraid he will simply go elsewhere think about it for a minute, in fact think of someone you would like to see suffer and send him their way, kick his ass to the curb n count your blessings. Your consolation is they will be getting the bad sex instead of you and sleeping in the wet spot!
Stop the madness if you are thinking things like maybe I'm just not into sex, until you've had good sex how the hell will you ever know, So don't wait till its all over and lay there fuming you hear me?
Tell him before he even makes his move, HELL do it at breakfast so he has a whole day to think about it, just open your mouth and say ahh baby the sex it aint working for me, something is so not happening. There aint no big O ya know?!! Stand up really proud and strong and say.......
I AM MAD AS HELL AND I WON'T FAKE IT ANYMORE!!!
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Ask Erotique
Dear Erotica..[ahem that's Erotique]
oh no my dear.. I fear you may have misunderstood.. I HAVE talent baby.. I know stuff most other women couldn't conceive of.. even whilst under an alcohol induced sexual encounter. I've been told that my mouth can bring their whole body to tingle.. yes.. you're right.. I haven't forgotten.. now to the thought that I may be intimidating the fuckable men that might be local to me.. I care NOT to fuck the dude who just looked like he came directly from the Grease Monkey.. my standards are a bit higher than that.. and I shall endeavor to restrain the comments when some self motivated 50 year old boy approaches me while putting his teeth back in.. it is a goal.. I shall be laid before the end of the summer.. sincerely.. quality twat in tow.
Dear quality twat in tow.
I have total faith in your sexual prowess. I am willing to bet you a lifetime of condoms though that I could indeed teach you a few things you may not know, in fact I would be happy to teach you personally, one on one, at your convenience, I'll supply the Jack. I must confess I too have induced my fair share of tingles and body spasms complete with that oh so cute toe curling thingy myself. But I digress
I was speaking more to your attracting men to you, rather than scaring them away. Although I do take your point on the type of man you would prefer and having high standards as well, I would have to agree with you too, never waste good kegals on just any penis. So it appears after all of this, that really, the only thing you need is some GQ dick, the question now is how to acquire it? I shall have to think on that, perhaps a find quality twat a GQ man contest?
Dear readers
If you have a question for Erotique, you can do one of two things. either drop your Q in the comments area, or if you wish to remain fully anonymous hit that lovely contact me button at the top of the page and I shall endeavor to answer all questions promptly. Thank you so much for all the lovely questions so far.
Erotique.....
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Dear Erotique
Oh my GOD!!! I can't believe you posted my pain for ALL to see!!! menapause at 36 thankyouverymuch.. active and well trained kegals keep the need for toys at bay.. and it's not like.. a dryness thingy.. it's more like.. you know.. a closet that hasn't been opened for awhile.. just a little musty and in need of a good vacumn cleaning..
honey..I didn't say I wasn't finding the little man in the boat.. I was just saying no one ELSE is looking for him.. (sumbitch) now.. if you really want to give me some advise.. FIND ME A FUCKING MAN DAMNIT!!! I mean.. really.. in my sex dreams.. I'm masturbating.. and that.. my love.. is so goddamn sad.. that I'll just have to add a tad of the Jack in the coffee this morning :)Signed tight fit
Dear tight fit
I am addressing both of your lively and spirited responses to yesterday's response to your um, previous question separately. First of all, hell yes I printed your pain for all to see, how better to share with the world a very common issue and what remedies are out there for the asking.
while menopause at 36 is a bummer I am glad to see you have learned to embrace it somewhat. Let me state here for the record that well trained kegals are no excuse for not having some fun toys to play with in which case considering your comment about pencils being a tight fit, perhaps you should exercise your kegals a little less. since most men don't mind a little squeezing but pinching off the circulation may not be as edifying or as pleasurable.
As to the musty issue, there are femine hygiene products for that to keep it fresh while it is in storage so to speak. While I am sure you are an extremely clean and dapper gal, a little musty just won't do so spritz that right away. I am also very pleased that you indeed have been finding your man in the boat on your own that in itself is half the battle as you await the proper mate to well mate with.
It is hoped that in finding you a man, he will most definitely be a Fucking man, one who does not fuck would defeat the purpose don't you think?
Now regarding the dreams of masturbating rather than makiing sweet love with some stranger or Johnny Depp say, could be attributed to the fact that in essence your only date for the last eleven years has been your hand and perhaps you have become to attached to it. After all your hand does not talk back, or leave it's underwear on the floor, nor does it make you sleep in the wet spot, or say I got mine get yours.I am also willing to bet it listens to your needs and never stands you up. With such a truly unselfish appendage I can see where it may cause some attachment issues. As for a little Jack in your morning coffee it's a shame it couldnt be a little Jack in you....
Dear Erotique
oh.. and.. yeah.. it's not like you're the FIRST person to make the connection between the LACK OF SEX and some "bitch quotient".. I endeavor to love my bitch quotient.. I love my salty language because .. well.. because.. it's a talent.. and I refuse to let my talents die!!! well.. wait.. no sex.. 11 years.. and baby.. I HAD some talent.. please.. PLEASE tell me it's like riding a bike.. really.. you might be right about the dildo.. thank goodness I HAVE gone through menopause.. I'm wondering what a tampon might do to me these days.. but.. really.. you don't forget.. do you??? :) signed tight fit
Dear tight fit
Well I applaud your embracing of your bitch quotient and that you regard it as such a gift, however I must look to your eleven year drought and suggest perhaps that may be playing a factor in the lack in abundance of fuckable men beating down your door to copulate with you. I see you yourself seemed to have come to some ah ha moment in that regard as well. I feel safe in confirming that it may indeed play a role.
Men like sugar not vinegar at least in their women, which is why most of us fake it like hell, until we rope the suckers in then we let em have it. have no fear it is like riding a bike however if you rode one badly thats not likely to change without some added training. I fyou werw an excellent rider than chances are it will come easy to you and will be enjoyed as if you never stopped riding.
I have it on good authority that you never forget and also tht you re never to old. This from a ninety year old still sexually active woman who is seeing a younger man of seventy five. No I will not paint a visual for you.
Dear Erotique
I just started having sex and I still can't orgasm without you know...doing it myself. I was close once but I made him stop because I had no idea what was going on. What should I do to achieve orgasmal status during sex? Signed Anonymous (wink wink)
Dear Anonymous (wink wink)
Many young ladies exploring sex for the first time evcen though they may have self pleasured are often confused and sometimes rightened by the difference in self stimulated orgasm and one with a partner. There are really two type of orgasms exernal wall clitoral and interior wall g spot.
The latter of course is brought on by penetration, which causes the vulva to swell around the penis. Yes your vagina changes shape during intercourse. The internal orgasm is coupled with the external and creates a much more intense orgasm which can be overwhelming in its intensity as it builds up. This can cause anxiety and result in exactly what you described.
Another factor that plays into it even with protection condoms and the pill is the fear of becoming pregnant, this too can result in fears around orgasm, where as masturbating removes that fear, hence the reason for preferring to finish on your own.
What to do to relax and let it happen first discern the reason based on what I have outlined here you can now explore the root cause. then you face that fear head on. Beyond that perhaps something to calm your pre coital nerves may be in order and learning to breath stay in the moment and trust that your partner will take you safely through the experience. That and practice, practice, practice, will make perfect.
As the saying goes if at first you don't succeed, fuck him again!
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Dear Erotique
You realize I haven't been laid in over ELEVEN YEARS.. RIGHT??? you DO know that??? RIGHT???
Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh... OH MY GOD...I know VIRGINS getting laid more than me.. I mean.. 11 years..
Even if I were to just jump that poor sucker next to me at the bar..should I stop by the car wash and vacuum it out first???
Althought.. think about this.. there isn't a guy out there that I wouldn't be able to make feel like King fucking Kong.. I'm sure a dick the size of a pencil would feel like a tree trunk to me at this point.
Signed tight squeeze
Dear tight squeeze
While I doubt there is actual dust all up in there, it may very well be besides the what the fuck do you mean eleven years lack of sexual activity, that you are suffering from a tad of vaginal dryness, which can be common in women who are not sexually active and or are either Perimenopausal or menopausal. The old adage use it or lose it, does indeed apply.
This leads me of course to also assume if dryness is part of the case that you do not take care of your needs on your own. Perhaps the first thing to do is get reacquainted with your vagina, hello vagina meet left hand or right whichever one you tend to feel comfortable using then, pet it and wet it I say!
Before taking that next step back into mainstream sex with said man at the bar you should endeavor to also acquire a personal dick read dildo [bigger than a pencil would be best], that you could then use at your leisure and pleasure to re introduce your self to the fine feel of being screwed, laid, horizontal tangoed, i suggest doing it until your to tired to do it anymore [After all you have some catching up to do]
Not only will this give you intense pleasure, it will also serve to calm your nerves and even out your temperament. read ease the bitch quotient [smile]. Which in turn will turn your stress levels down and be a boon to your heart, see wonderful all around.
While this will effectively end the 11 year drought, you may find you need a little extra moisture enhancer, so may I recommend either Sensuvive or Carrageenan both fine lubricants.
For more indepth medical information to better understand how to care for your dry well of desire, check out
http://www.womentowomen.com/menopause/vaginaldryness.aspx
Then take two orgasms and call me in the morning!
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[Get you better sex]
No topic is too deep, er, I mean off limits, if it means a healthier sex life for you.
The Hunter And His Prey
The Hunter And His Prey
He couldn't remember when he had ever felt so aroused the feeling was heady as if he'd partaken of to much fine wine. He took a deep breath fighting for composure.
This would be his best yet, he watched as the woman made her way to the checkout counter. Grabbing some random items he stepped into line behind her, careful not to show his interest, yet close enough to smell her. He inhaled the rich scent of the floral scented shampoo in her hair, the color a striking red auburn had been what drew him to her, he was partial to redheads.
From the corner of his eye he watched her as she paid for her groceries then headed for the exit. Slapping down a ten dollar bill to pay for his, he forced himself to smile at the cashier and wait for his change. Within seconds he was out the door and scoping the parking lot. He spotted her standing at the crosswalk.
Not that he needed to, since he knew where she lived, but he wanted to enjoy every moment and that meant watching her walk along unaware that she was in his sights. He quickly closed the distance between them but not to close. He fell into step behind her and allowed himself to enjoy the sensual sway of her hips as she walked along.
She should know better than to go traipsing around the streets after dark, who knew what danger lurked in dark alleys, or walking just behind her. He smiled at his own wit. Her building was just up ahead and he slowed down. She fumbled about in her jacket pocket and produced a key as she made her way up the steps. His anticipation grew, his arousal painfully evident and he was grateful for the jacket concealing the bulge in his jeans.
He stood watching her as she tried to juggle the bag in one hand and fit the key into the lock at the same time. "Need some help with that?" He offered. She turned startled and dropped the bag, but he was up the stairs in a flash and caught it just before it hit the ground. "Oh thank you," she breathed a sigh of relief. "You're my hero and you just saved my eggs." "Let me help you, I'll hold this while you open the door." She smiled and he felt a definite stirring in his loins.
This close to the finish line he had to stay cool. "You know I'm just on the fifth floor myself, it's no bother to show you to your door, got to protect those eggs ya know." She laughed and he followed her inside. I think I've seen you in the elevator a couple times she tossed out the feeler pretty sure he was the new guy in five eighteen, though she was at work the day the new tenants moved in. "That's me," he smiled and she noticed he had dimples. They rode up in the elevator together.
He leaned against the wall trying to act nonchalant. "So, you must really be low on food to go out at this hour." "No not really I worked late tonight and I just know that's probably gonna happen again tomorrow, so down to two eggs, I figured better safe than sorry. Besides I had a wicked craving for a snickers." "Mmm snickers." He snuck a peek inside her bag. "That's the real reason admit it?" "Okay you caught me."
She looked up at him feigning guilt. "Now of course, I have enough ammo to fight for leverage." "Leverage?" She asked. "Yup, here's where I say we should have dinner and you say I would love too. It seems a small price to pay for saving your eggs and not eating your snickers!" "Oohh the old kidnap your candy bar so you'll have dinner with me trick huh?' She grabbed for her bag, but he held it just out of her reach and the impetus brought her up against him. The spark was instantaneous...............
To be continued
Foreplay
Foreplay
His lips came down on hers and finding no resistance pressed firmer against her mouth, his tongue licking along the edge of her lip seeking entrance. She opened to him letting him explore her tongue meeting his in the dance. His hands now magically empty pulled her to him one hand cupping the back of her head his fingers entwined in her auburn tresses.
She clung to him, her arms snaking up around his neck, her breath coming in short gasps.
She must be crazy she thought, totally insane, yet he felt so damn good. She could feel the muscles of his chest through the jacket and t-shirt underneath and as his other hand cupped her buttocks and pulled her tighter against him she felt his hardness and the hunger for him grew like a match to paper.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and whispered 'your place or mine' just as the elevator reached the fifth floor. "mine" she replied breathlessly. They exited the lift in such a hurry they nearly forgot the bags. With one deft movement he caught the door leaned in and grabbed them. They practically ran the few feet to her door as she pulled out the key he took it from her pushing her up against the door his hands and mouth found her breasts through her blouse the bags forgotten once again.
She put her arms around him for balance and savoured the hot air from his mouth. Braless her nipples rose instantly to his touch. He pushed the key in the lock guessing right the very first time and felt the door give way. He held her as it swung open and with his foot he slid the bags just inside and closed the door behind them tossing the key down beside them.
He began to undress her, her jacket and blouse tumbled to the floor as his mouth sought for and found her naked flesh, he gently nipped the taut bud with his teeth and she groaned from the pleasure pain. Her skirt and panties followed and within seconds she was naked. His hand found its way between her thighs and found her moist. He caressed her, his forefinger playing across the tiny bud nestled between, then further as he took one nipple into his mouth he slipped a finger into her moistness she nearly fell over from the sensation.
She wanted him inside of her right now, but he was still fully dressed, she tried to take his jacket off but his hands were to busy. As he slipped a second finger inside of her she gave up and this time her legs would not hold her. He followed her down one arm holding her now as he lowered her to the floor. His hand moved rhythmically inside her as with his tongue he played back n forth from one breast to the other licking, kissing, biting gently, his lips tugging on each nipple as his hand continued its slow in and out strokes. He had time now, time to enjoy every inch of her.
She wanted more she wanted to feel his naked body against hers and yet, yet she didn't want him to stop what he was doing. But just as suddenly as she had thought it, he did, pulling away from her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously, desire making her eyes seem darker than the chestnut brown. He leaned back and removed his jacket and t-shirt then stood kicking off his shoes and unfastened his pants. Retrieving a condom from the pocket, he held it up for her to see, then slid his underwear down and she took in the full measure of what had been pressed against her in the elevator.
She watched, waiting, anticipating, as he slid the condom slowly over his bulging erection. God he was magnificent she drank him all in now, tanned, rugged six pack and fully loaded she thought. He knelt before her his hands caressing her thighs massaging, building the heat all over again.
He spread her leg apart and lowered his head, she let out a guttural moan as his tongue darted out and made contact with her flesh. Her hands automatically entwined in his hair, but she didn't know whether to pull him away or press him further.
So suddenly did he take her into his mouth and suckle, that her hips rose up from the shock of desire that coursed through her. He continued relentless, his hands cupping her buttocks and holding her to him as he increased the suction.
She felt the last vestige of control slipping away and something else building, as her body began to move now of its own accord, her hips rising, her legs wrapping around him, locking him in like a prisoner.
Her head rolled from side to side and she put a hand to her mouth to quiet the moans that threatened to become screams as her orgasm grew ever closer with every hold and release moment.
She was panting now her fingers clenching and unclenching in rhythm, with his mouth on her. Faster, faster, he built the tempo, faster, faster. She bucked and tossed but he would not let up, then she was there, he knew it, could sense it, right at the brink, just on the edge...... and that's when he stopped.
To be continued
Culmination
Culmination
"Oh god no" she murmured, "don't stop, don't stop," she was literally shaking, her body one massive nerve centered at the apex of her thighs controlled by a small rounded mass of flesh now hardened to a tiny nub from his mouths exertions.
She could have screamed from the intense pleasure and frustration. She wanted to hit him and pull him to her and inside of her all at the same time.
He had fought his own war as he took her to the point of pleasures peak. The urge to throw himself on her and bury himself deep inside her had been threatening his sanity since he stood in line behind her at the store. Several times he had come close to spending himself right there like some untrained school boy, that's how strong his lust for her had grown as he watched her walk the few blocks to her building.
In fact, the closer he'd gotten to her the harder it was not to take her where she stood. The elevator ride up had been excruciating, then this here on the floor her body so close to his. His hands and mouth had been all over, drinking her in, savouring every inch, every curve, every second of her body's reaction to his ministrations.
Over and over he'd asserted his strength of will waiting knowing that if he did he would reap the biggest reward.
Though it felt like forever, it was only a matter of moments before he had shifted his position and now moved between her thighs his erection tantalizingly close rubbed against her thigh and sent shivers of anticipation through them both. His mouth came down on her breast and he nibbled gently then moved to the other and repeated the action.
Dissatisfied with that, wanting more, his weight on his knees he used both hands to pull her breasts closer together, then took both nipples in his mouth at once. She felt hot sparks of desire run through her while at the same time she was acutely aware of his hardness nestled now between her legs rubbing against her vulva and grazing her clitoris.
She didn't know which sensation to pay attention to. She groaned good lord, she couldn't take much more. As if sensing this she felt him shift again slightly all the while his mouth still suckling and felt his hardness pressing into her slowly, filling her inch by inch. She felt her self tighten around him and her hips rose up urging him deeper inside.
Though her legs felt like jelly she forced them to move wrapping them around his waist and as she did he slid in even deeper and held himself very still.
He needed a moment she was so tight around him he had to regain control. His stillness was driving her crazy he could feel her pumping up against him trying desperately to feed her hunger for him. He began slowly once again to move.
This time he pulled almost all the way out then thrust deep inside her as he moved from her nipples to her mouth kissing her. He cupped her buttocks firmly with both hands his body now in perfect alignment with hers, breast to chest, hip to hip, he plunged in and out once again in slow rhythmic thrusts.
"You're beautiful" he whispered in her ear "so beautiful," She moaned spurred on by his voice his words. He nuzzled her neck and she could hear his own breathing speeding up and the sound of his desire catching in his throat as he let out a low guttural moan.
"Come for me" he whispered "give yourself to me." He moved faster. "Is this what you need. Tell me?" "Yes" she moaned their bodies now moving in perfect synchronicity. 'Show me," he commanded "Show me." Her body obeyed, her hips rose again and again her legs tightened their hold on him.
In out.......
"Show me" he urged her gently this time, his voice soothing yet arousing her to higher points of desire, "
"More?" He asked pumping faster 'Tell me." "Yes more" she buried her face into his neck biting him. "More, give me more." "That's it" he encouraged her, tell me what you need." "Faster' she urged and he did as she bid.
Once again she felt her body begin to vibrate. As the sensation grew she lost control her arms were tight around his neck clinging to him like a lifeline "oh god, oh god" she moaned and he pumped harder, deeper, faster.
"Come for me" "Yes" she cried "Yes." "Now" he asked. The reply was a strangled cry as her orgasm over took her, the spasms making her tighten around his hardened length and he too lost control, thrusting deep, deep, inside of her as he too finally let go, his orgasm matching hers in intensity.
They rocked together locked in the battle unable to stop as the sensation washed over them both like a wave drowning them, until finally it left them spent.........
As they lay there in the after glow, entwined in each others arms, he whispered. "Rachael?" "Mmm," she moaned, her body so thoroughly satiated she couldn't move, but she managed to open one eye and peek at him. "Yes," she finally answered. "Next time," he continued, "You be the hunter."
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