HNT ~ Kiss The Bride

*** Thanks to Curvaceous Dee for including this HNT as part of her favorite images of the week ****

In two days I will get to hear those wonderful words: You may now kiss the bride.

Until then…

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HNT Gallery 2009

Possession – Part 3

Part 1 here. Part 2 here.

At that moment, Shyla’s hands splayed on my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers as she kissed me, deeply, and I reignited into being. My eyes snapped open, and I saw her face, eyes closed still kissing me. I could feel her moaning against my mouth. The world snapped into tack sharp focus, and my awareness extended to the dust on the walls, the sounds of moths fluttering outside, the creaking of the springs of my bed. I was awash in sensation. Shyla broke the kiss and lifted her head up, her fixing with mine. Suddenly the world silenced, and I could feel every inch of her body like I was inside it. I shifted under her, and felt the ripples of her pleasure echo through my consciousness.

Shyla looked down at me. Her thoughts rang in my head with that same voice that first seduced me. See? Her smile carried so much. I nodded. With a smile of my own I rose up from under her, and rolled on top of her. With a loud laugh, she wrapped her powerful limbs around me and pulled me deep inside her. I gasped at the heat she felt from my cock, but now also the incredible intensity I felt for myself, aware of every microscopic bit of her skin as it stretched around my hypersensitive body. I drew back, slowly, enjoy the deep, violin-like resonance of our shared pleasure before plunging in, moaning with her. Our eyes stayed locked, and our thoughts passed between before the words were found. Her legs rose up and I plunged deeply inside her. Her arms pulled me down and I lowered my hips and ground against her clitoris, which I felt keenly throbbing against my hips, and keenly throbbing with pleasure inside her. Shyla happily took it all in as I rushed wit hthe discovery of her body, learning her pleasure from the inside, and how it nearly drowned out my own. Nearly.

The first orgasm was like an earthquake. Her body seemed to rend itself in two, shaking fiercely as the waves piled on top of each other. Her gaze from below as she accepted me inside her for this  pleasure blazed. Though I thought I could blind from experiencing her sex, I dared not blink and lose her eyes. She bade me to continue, and her arms lashed out to the bed, gathering the mattress in fists, nearly tearing it apart as the second fire ignited, burning my stomach. Or perhaps it was her heat I perceived. I had long lost track of what senses were mine and what were hers.

Silly boy, don’t get lost. I still want you to come in me. She smiled as her thought echoed in my head. Her voice was all I needed, and like an avalanche, by body seemed to be crushed with the wabe of pleasure hitting me as I felt my seed burst inside her. She smiled, and I could feel it burning her inside. Her mouth opened as she felt it acidly attacking her body. Her eyes closed and I felt her body clench around mine and then burst into a nova of orgasm. The fire from my venom inside was consumed by the brilliance of her own pleasure. She arched under me, still heaving with breath and mouth agape in a grin. She pulled my head down, finally breaking the eye contact we had held unblinking for so long. Our bodies shared their heat, and we slowly felt the echoes of pleasure fade away.

I slid out of her and rolled onto the bed. She playfully rolled on her side, her finger on my chest. “Wasn’t that worth dying for?” she purred. As my awareness expanded back out to fill the space around me, I breathed long and heavy, still in awe of the incomprehensible intensity of what we had experienced. She looked at me disapprovingly. “I can’t read your thoughts now, silly.”

I smiled. “Yeah…that was worth dying for.” We laughed a bit now, simply breathing, as I let myself wash in my new senses. Finally, I asked. “So, what are you?”

She smiled. “I’m a demon. The Catholics would have called me a succubus, but I never cared for the term.” My mind raced. Succubus – female demons that stole men’s souls through lust.

“And I…”

“…am also a demon. At least now you are,” she finished for me. “Though, you would be an incubus.” I pursed my lips. “I don’t care for that one either. Catholics suck.” She laughed. “So, Sylvanus, welcome to your new existence.. You, dear sir, are now a predator.” Her hand drifted down my body, and my erection rose up to meet her touch. “And….my lover.” My eyes showed my smile as she took my erection calmly in her warm hand. “I have so much to show you.”

Possession – Part 2

Part 1 here

I looked around the bathroom in shock. My body was still cold, and I was unable to get warm, and I was starting to reek from the sweat of my nightmare. But, most of all, I could no longer see color. I felt gaunt, as though me spirit had been taken from me. Perhaps it wasn’t just a dream? I turned the faucet on to run hot water. The steam rose from the sink, almost scorching my skin. As I ran more cold water I found even that uncomfortably hot. I splashed it on my face anyway, trying to find some sanity.

“That won’t bring your soul back.” The voice was familiar, though it has lost its dreamlike resonance. I looked over my shoulder to see a woman, her skin pink, the only color I could perceive, and glowing softly. Her raven hair was pulled back, and she was stark naked. Ordinarily the appearance of someone in your house during a state of obvious sickness on your part talking about your stolen soul would command a lot of questions. But I knew who this was.

“I take it you’re not giving it back.” Her lips curled into a smile as she padded closer to me, putting her hand on my back. It still felt strangely warm.

“It’s not mine to give.” I looked at her balefully. She looked down at the floor wit ha grim smile. “You have a choice.” I only stared at her blankly. Questions seemed entirely superfluous now. “You can change, and evolve.” I wondered if she was real, why I could perceive her differently. Her hand splayed on my chest sensually, rubbing over it seductively as her lips approached my ear.

“Or?” I asked, finally. Her body was nearly draped over mine now, her intense heat almost painful. Her curves leaned closer, lustfully cradling me. I looked down at her hand as her nails grew into claws threatening to pierce my skin.

“I think you know what the other choice is.”  She licked her lips against my ear. I could hear the hunger in her voice when she said this. Her teeth grew, becoming feral, and I felt her skin become scaled. Her wings unfurled from her back, blocking the light in the bathroom, and bathing me in radiant heat.

A deeper voice came from her. “So…predator or prey?”

“Why me?”

There was a pause, and she shrank back into her lithe attractive form, her head cocked as she considered the question. “Now with the silly questions?”  She seemed to probe my thoughts for a moment.  “You’ll understand.” It was obvious to both of us what I had decided, so that was answer enough. She smiled as I admitted this to myself, and reached out with her hand. I took it and allowed myself to be led back to the bedroom. She directed me to lay down, which I did, weakly. I looked at her body, admiring her form. She seemed to glow, and was effortless in her movements, as though she did not set her weight on anything. I wondered what her name was.

“Shyla,” she said. She looked at me with that wan smile as she swung a leg over me, sitting on my knees. “I was born Rachel, but I prefer my chosen name over my given name.” Her hands slid warmly up my thighs as she looks down at my flaccid form. “This won’t do.” She took it in her hands with a smile. At her implied command I grew hard under her touch. She smiled coyly, perhaps in a bit of self-congratulation. She shifted up again to straddle me, and sank easily onto my hips. This time, actually seeing her take me in to her body the experience was new. Our eyes met and I could see a fire in them as she began to grind on me. A wave of cold washed over me, and her body felt ever hotter, but there was electricity bursting from our bond. Pleasure shone through the sense of cold as I felt an orgasm blossom from seeming nowhere. I looked into her eyes to see a wicked smile as she ground at me. The darkness began closing on me. Her moans started to reach crescendo as she consumed me, delighting her capture, and, with my orgasm, I passed out life, betrayed.

Possession – Part 1

This is a new foray for me, into the world erotica. This is the beginning of what may or may not be a long series of erotic fiction. The first three parts will be published over the next week. We will see where it goes…

When you have set your mind to the cause of being a player, and of getting yours, there are certain skills that go along with it. There is the sixth sense awareness of when there is an opening to engage a person’s sexuality, or the ability to polish any rough edge wit ha casual lie. But, most important among all of them is the ability to slide out from under the inebriated arm of your most recent conquest without waking her. In this case, she was a nice enough girl, and definitely enthusiastic, but, let’s be honest, the dawn’s early light was not going to be best look for her. And, truth be told, when you are someone like me, it’s often best just to be forgotten.

I slipped out to the left, carefully moving so the swell of the mattress did not disturb her. I put my clothes on, and contemplated leaving a note. What should I say? She was a nice lay, definitely enthusiastic, but not much to look at. I’ve had good lays before, so I think this one is a “just move on.” As I make my way out of the bedroom, I see her roommate sitting in the living room, smoking. Her eyes were large and catlike, her hair straight, and she was wearing a red satin dress, and her face had the expression of someone who had been keenly listening to my adventures. She looked up at me with a smile.

“So how is Lisa?” Her eyes leered at the voyeurism of her question.

“Pretty good.”  She took another long drag of her cigarette.

“But you’re sneaking out.”

“I have a job, you know.” She stood up, snuffing her cigarette, and walking towards me.

“Did you leave a number?” I smiled, knowing that there was no way out of this one.

“No.”

“No one ever does.” She stepped closer to me, her breath smelling of smoke, eyes aglow. She inhaled deeply. “She smells delicious, though.”  Her lips brushed mine, and I kissed her. She smiled and pulled back. “You’re very naughty. But you do have a job.” Her hand cradled my cock in my slacks, which surged instantly to life. She was taunting me now. “Do you really think I want my roommate’s seconds?”

I instantly closed the distance back between us, kissing her again, this time her mouth opened, accepting my tongue. Her hand closed tightly on my cock, and I could feel the heat of her grasp through the fabric, and her mouth was intensely warm around my tongue. After another squeeze she pushed me away. She smiled very coyly. “She does taste wonderful.” I started to surge into her again, but she stepped away. “Go back and lie with her.” She turned away from me and walked into her bedroom,  switching the lights off and plunging me into darkness.

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I considered my options, between going back or forging ahead. I carefully shuffled my feet forward into the darkness. The room was pitch black, any objects were silhouettes painted against a dark canvas, visible only to my mind’s eye, which could not conceive of the obstacles, either. My hand groped for something to guide me., lost as I was. I flailed at the thick black blanket that had been cast over me, hoping to rip the darkness from the world and bring back the lines and orthodoxy I knew, but the night eluded my grasp. With no choice, I groped forward, hoping for some guidance, trying to find the way forward.

Sylvanus.

The voice as a whisper from the dark sea around me, or it was a figment of my imagination. I stepped again forward, my eyes wide open, searching for some sort of sign of where I should be.

Sylvanus.

I heard it. My name has curled from the darkness, and the voice was not my own. I could not deny that I was not alone. I turned my head and stared purposefully in the directly of the whisper, acting as though I could see with no light. “Yes,” I answered, projecting a confidence I did not feel. My answer was a laugh behind me. I whirled, my arms stretching out touching no one. I turned back, my eyes searching for a hint of movement they couldn’t find.

Sylvaaaaanus.

I was being taunted now. The voice raised above a whisper, I could detect a feminine quality to it, and the cruel giggle that followed it. I turned again, and this time lunged, feeling an obstacle flash in front of my ankle, to send me pivoting ot the floor. I landed with a hard thud, only just catching myself before my head struck. As I rolled over to leap back up I felt a heavy body land on me pushing me to the ground. Her form was lithe and small, almost elflike, but her weight nearly took my breath away. Most of all, her body was hot,, even feverish. I felt a tongue lick up my neck leaving a burning trail, and her hands slid down my shirt, the smell of char filling the impenetrable darkness. I struggled under her weight, but her lithe hands pinned me down until she kissed me, silencing my struggles. The warmth of her tongue entered my mouth, and I kissed back, tasting her burning body, feeling her heat penetrate me. This kiss stopped as her lips curled upward into a smile, and her tongue withdrew. She lept off of me, the air rushing up behind her.

Confused, I rose up in the darkness, my singed clothes falling away. I brushed the light ash from my body, and sniffed my hand, to get the acrid smell of burnt fibers and something pungent…arousal?

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The world was quiet. I look around, and the voice whispered again. “Do you want me?”

A simple, direct question. Too direct, really. There was no teasing, no coyness. Simple question, which needed a simple answer.

“Yes.”

Suddenly I was aware of the intense heat of her body again, this time right in front of me. Her hot hand grasped my erection with long, delicate fingers that belied their power. Wickedly smiling lips kissing me, and my mouth opened again to accept the heat of her tongue. Suddenly, the voice lost its mystical quality as it breathed directly into my mouth.

“Good.” With that she leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my body, the force of her assault forcing me onto my bacs. AS I landed with a thud I felt her hips seem to open up and take me into her wetness. My eyes snapped open uselessly as I felt the intense, searing of her core as it enveloped me. I tried to scream in pain but she was already sliding on me, wringing pleasure from my body. Her moans were rhapsodic, like a siren’s call. She thrashed on me, driving my orgasm involuntarily from my body as she slithered up and down me. It was as if my thoughts came from her lips, guiding her actions.

“Yes, harder….harder…that’s it, I’m going to come!” AS the words escaped her the sensation of our two rising orgasms grew and I felt this powerful wrenching sensation as she seemed to suck me up into her body. Her orgasm was mixed with a laugh as her body seemed to pump my very essence into her. I tried to scream, but I was without breath. My lungs were full black water, and sense of touch faded, as I felt myself being drawn into the black hole of her orgasm. Her hand laid on my chest, and I felt my heart slowing…slowing, coming to a stop. Her body lifted away, and I dimly felt the warm beating of air from flapping wings before I lost all senses.

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My eyes lazily opened in my sweat-drenched bed, unsure of how I was home again. My covers were over me, and I was freezing cold. I rolled over to find a dry place, to try to warm up. The dream had terrified me. The experience of my soul being wrenched out in the vulnerability of climax had shaken me. Warmth would not find my body, and I could not stop shivering. I climbed out of bed to take a shower, in the hopes of cleaning this nightmare away. I turned the light in the bathroom on to another shock. The world was gray. My eyes perceived no color.

What had happened to me?

HNT ~ Reaching Across The Miles

We have been apart this week while I have been at a conference for work, so this HNT is really for us reaching out to each other.

Inspired

This post was inspired by Pink’s amazing performance of the Divinyl’s “I Touch Myself” at her concert that Mina and I attended on Friday.

The air was dry and heavy with smoke, the herbal scent laying on her body, crushing her, infecting her. The world was smeared through her drunken stupor as she felt the atmosphere wrap around her body, seeping into her pores. She squirmed a bit on the lounge, her seemingly fused shut. The vapors in the air took on a physical being, caressing her skin with a feline touch. As her skin parched under the acidic contact she felt ripples of sensation curling across her body.

Sound grew to hush, the smoke muffled the room. Sight faded to black, she didn’t need it now. Taste was cruel and bitter, so she blocked it out. The smell was hypnotic, her breathing seemed to wash her thoughts away, and her skin was coming ablaze with touch. She could not hide from the smoke, however she turned her body. It snaked up her legs and saturated her panties. It filtered through her bra and curled at her nipples. With the softest of touch, it trailed up her neck in tendrils, erupting in shivers. She rolled to her side, legs together, squirming, but the insistent ethereal fingers merely found more places to arouse her, teasing the small of her back and the sides of her hips, twisting down the hidden crevices of her body. She was captive to this tentacled beast that insinuated itself throughout her body. She surrendered, parting her legs, laying on her back.

Her breathing sank into the slow, deep cadence of pleasure, her voice long absent from her body, she silent undulated, sightless. Her nerves awoke in an electrical storm of sensation, the air curing under arms, spiraling on her breasts, slithering up her thighs. The many weightless hands of smoke sank down and teased her body. Dimly, she perceived a heavier hand sinking down to her most intimate regions, sliding under the fabric covering her, knowingly seeking out her deepest secrets. She arched her hips against the first warm touch she felt, and it rewarded her by ferreting out the hidden river that was rising to a flood, then returning to her clit. In perfect little circles, it aroused her body, and suddenly her skin began to glow, the heat pulsing form her body as she began to sink into the air around her. Now her arousal was an imperative, her skin was ablaze with sensation and the fingers were matching the waves of her pleasure perfectly. Breathlessly, silently, she arched into the touch as her body fully erupted, and she was overcome by shivers and intensity. She collapsed heavily, and lapsed from consciousness.

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She awoke to see the beam of light streaming through her ethereal lover. The hand that had brought her perfect orgasm was still under her clothes, and her eyes slowly traced the its arm up to her own shoulder. Uncertainly, she pulled her hand away from her body. A slow blink, and she tried to assess the room, but she knew only that she was not alone.

the wedding

Right above these words, it says “19 days till we get married.” (At least on the day I wrote this.) Am I excited? Yes, I am. I have dreamed of this day for many of my adult years. I have picked the perfect dress for this day… this day that is MY day. My one day to be the princess. To be the most beautiful girl in the room. My one day to walk down an aisle and see Sylvanus’s face as I become his wife.

It’s going to be a very special day. I know this…. but… I can’t help being sad.

Sylvanus’s job is getting worse every day. He’s already prepared to have a very tough week this week. He is leaving for a business trip this weekend, so he knows the boss will be on him.  So Sylvanus is already preparing himself for early mornings and late nights at work…. why? Because all I want him to is leave work ON TIME, not early… but ON TIME this Friday. Sylvanus and I are going to see Pink in concert Friday night. Isn’t that pathetic? Sylvanus can’t leave work on time on a Friday. I hate his job and he hates his job too.

My point here is… everything leading up to our wedding is pretty shitty. We can’t even spend more time in Vegas. It’s a quick weekend trip and then we rush back home. The very next day, Sylvanus gets to go back to his shitty job. yay.

Lately, I’ve been getting really really bummed about the wedding. I should be happy. We invited people to attend… somewhere around 60 people. We were both so excited to have a fun wedding in Vegas. Excited to give people an excuse to get away to Vegas. We were happy to have our wedding in a place that would allow everyone to have a good time even when the wedding is over.

As it stands, I think we’ll be lucky to have more than 25 people at the wedding/reception. This number includes Sylvanus and myself. Thanks to the economy, not many people can make it. As the days get closer to the wedding, more and more people are telling us they cannot attend. It makes me really really sad. My fantastic celebration is turning into a small get together. It’s getting to the point that the expense of this Vegas wedding is a bit much for a 20 person party. Really it is. I wanted to have a traditional reception with a dj, dancing, bouquet toss, garter toss, wedding cake. It’s the one reason why I didn’t want to have a restaurant reception… but now… *sigh*

So yeah, I’m depressed about all of this. Yeah I know I know… it’s going to be a wonderful day regardless. What matters is the ceremony and having each other and confessing our love to each other. I know that it’s not going to matter how many people are there. I know that having a small intimate wedding is often better than a large one. I know that the people who are showing up are the one’s that really matter.

It’s just that I’m disappointed to the reality of my fantasy. It’s a let down. We had planned to have this awesome wedding and reception in a place of fun and celebration. We had planned to be surrounded by many family and friends. It was going to be this great thing… but… now it just fell short. It really is becoming a bit too much for only 20 people. It would have been better for us to have a local beach wedding and saved a lot of the money that was giving to us as a gift for the wedding. We could have used that money for the honeymoon… which right now is not even planned because a) no money and b) Sylvanus’s job won’t allow him.

Alright, I’m done with my pity party.

HNT ~ Lacy

I splurged…at IKEA. Okay, but I still splurged, and I have some new backdrops down. Of course, what goes better with lace, than…more lace! Perhaps a female body wrapped in lace? Done deal.

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HNT Gallery 2009

Toy Review: Womolia Heat by Emotional Bliss

This particular review has been weeks in the making. I’m actually ashamed that it hasn’t been posted sooner. Nina of Emotional Bliss was sweet enough to send us a Womolia Heat after talking to Sylvanus. We had the honor of meeting her while at ANE. So without further ado, I present to you, Womolia Heat.

The Package

The Womolia Heat comes inside a soft blue Emotional Bliss box. It’s a cardboard box that makes for easy storage underneath a bed. Included you get the charger, water based Emotional Bliss lubricant, silicone based Emotional Bliss lubricant and an instruction booklet.

Getting Familiar

The Womolia Heat runs on rechargeable batteries. It needs to be charged for 12 hours before it’s first use. Once charged, the Womolia Heat will run from 90 to 240 minutes before it needs it’s next charge. It has a blue emotional bliss LED logo that glows during charging as well as during it’s use. You will know if your Womolia Heat needs to be recharged because the LED will not glow. The logo will start to flash slowly when you are getting a low battery and will flash rapidly if it is about to lose all power.

Not only does Womolia Heat have nine different settings and speeds, it also heats up!. There are 3 different vibration intensities, low, medium and high. In each intensity there are 3 different modes of vibrations ranging from constant to pulsing. The newest feature to the Womolia is the Heat factor. The Womolia Heat raises in temperature according to the intensity of the vibrations you are using. It never gets uncomfortably warm. It’s quite wonderful having a vibrator heat up during use.

One really awesome thing about this vibrator is that it has an antibacterial agent incorporated into the manufacturing process of the soft plastic. So when you clean Womolia Heat with soap and water, it also cleans itself.

The instructional booklet that comes with the Womolia Heat is simply amazing. Categories include, but not limited to, “setting the scene”, “operating guide”, “lubricant info”, “suggestions on how to use your massager”, “using your intimate massager with your partner”, “how men can also use this massager”. Pretty cool huh?

Putting it to work

One of the things that attracted me to the Womolia in the first place was it’s shape. I really enjoy having my lips stimulated while I masturbate. The broad tip of the Womolia Heat made me believe that this was a vibrator that could do the trick. It certainly did prove itself.

I have used the Womolia several times since receiving it and I have had a wonderful orgasm each time. It is meant to be a clitoral stimulator, but the tip can be inserted and is one of the suggestions from the booklet for during orgasm.

I took my time using the Womolia Heat. I started it at the lowest intensity and ran it along my lips. It felt good and stimulating. The booklet suggests that you run the vibrator at the highest intensity for 10 minutes prior to use. This will have the Womolia nicely heated for your use. This also comes in handy for people like me who can’t use it at it’s full intensity. This way you can reach it’s maximum heat potential without having to use it at full intensity the entire time you are using it.

The Womolia is naturally curved to fit within my womanly folds. It felt good to have a vibrator that stimulated my folds along with my clit. I have had several strong orgasms using my Womolia Heat. I really like it a lot.

I will tell you that this is not a vibrator that can be easily hidden from prying ears. It’s not terribly loud, but it’s not terribly quiet. Obviously the higher the speed and intensity, the louder it gets.

Conclusions

Emotional Bliss is a wonderful UK based company who makes great products. Not just the Womolia Heat. They stand behind their product and have a quality guarantee. I am truly lucky to have been able to try out the Womolia Heat. Do I recommend this vibrator be part of your collection?… absolutely! Especially if you are a clit girl. This is a much different product than your normal clit vibe, which is why I wanted to try it. I really enjoy having a vibrator that stimulates my folds as well as my clit. This vibrator is worth every penny you pay for it.  Check out the Emotional Bliss site. I have and I have my eyes on the FemBlossom Heat!

Used up – Part 1

The long weekend was a healing time. On Saturday morning we found a different rhythm to our day. I woke up, and Mina was already awake. I decided to simply stay in bed, instead of the usual routine of rolling out softly so as not to disturb her too much while she slept on in the morning. We would stay in bed for hours on Saturday, nearly till one. Most of it was spent talking, happily wasting our time, and much like when we were first together.

Of course, part of that tradition was, naturally, fucking. After a brief conversation with our dear, dear friend DLG (the woman who introduced us to each other) I gave Mina a kiss for her. And a few more lower, just below her navel, but perhaps TOO immediately below. I am so hopelessly literal at times. Mina, of course, suggested where the kisses should go, and I was happy to oblige. She settled into the mattress with her usual soft sigh as she relaxed, waiting for the pleasure to wash over her. I began with delicate kisses, and licks along the creases of her thighs, gently teasing her body, willing it to open up to my attention. Her flesh opened for me, and I indulged in her wetness. I took my usual patient approach, keeping my motions in just the gentle laps she likes, feeling her body react as her mind sank into the hypnotic wave of pleasure.

But, somehow, that pure moment, that sharp ecstasy, eluded her this morning. I inserted a lone finger, and I could feel her muscles squeezing, but that growing, clamping pressure that marks her surrender to her body’s will never emerged. I stopped licking her a moment, rubbed her clit with another finger, spreading her wetness along its length, then I exchanged fingers for a moment before adding both. She cried out in shock and pain as her body stretched. I carefully sank both fingers in slowly as she winced as the sensation. The pain from the invasion faded, and her body accepted my tongue’s attention again. This time I could feel her muscles clamping down on my finger, painfully forcing my knuckles together, and the tension ringing through her body. She writhed under me, her body twisting as her cries broke out into an incoherent scream and her hips lifted off the bed. The licks slowed as her body began fluttering down to earth, but they didn’t stop. Each touch of my tongue forced her body to arch back up a little as the intensity lashed over her, and faded into a warming burn.

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She laid on the bed like a rag doll, and I slid up and arranged her limp body to cuddle with me. As her conscious mind began to assert itself, she commented on how wonderful it felt, and how long it had been. I couldn’t resist telling her about how amazingly wet she had gotten. She gave me that sarcastic look of “you’re just saying that,” and I gleefully wiped my still-wet finger all the way up and down her arm. Her eyes opened wide, then she tried to dismiss it as simply my own slobber. (I am, admittedly, messy in that way.) To prove she sniffed her arm, and then suddenly looked up at me as if to say, “you weren’t kidding!” Instead, an “oh my god” escaped her lips, and I congratulated myself for a job well done.

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Something you should know about Mina: She’s a giver. I would never insist on it because I gave her oral (though I do insist on it rather frequently just because) there was definitely a blowjob in my future. It would be hours away, though, as we laid lazily in bed, the conversation happily and aimlessly drifting about. Eventually she said something that gave me an excuse, and I pushed her head onto my hips, though not on my cock. Mina was unimpressed. “I’m waiting for you to make it big.”

“Just leave your face there. That’ll do it.” Sure enough my body responded to her closer and she watched with quiet fascination as my penis transformed into a cock. She happily took it in her mouth and began bobbing her head on it.

There is a really frustrating thing about getting oral from her. It always makes me crave a good fuck. So, as she is starting to her her rhythm, and really work up the pleasure in my body, my mind is thinking only of sinking into the heated recesses of her body, and happily spilling my orgasm with him. Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. I looked down at her looking up at me. “I really want you to fuck me now.”

Honestly, this is a real girl? How did I get this lucky?

I debated for a moment what position, this settled for lying on top of her, lifting her legs up and settling between them. It took a little patience for her body to open up to me, but I was soon inside her. Like any good Irishman, I gave it to her hard and fast, and for forty exquiste seconds before losing control and exploding inside her.

Yeah, I’m a porn star all right.

I blame the good head.

Oh right, sexy story, back to it.

Once I had come inside her, I knew that the sensation of my pulsing in her body always made her crave her own orgasm. I laid low on her body, dragging a leg on the mattress so I could hit her just the right way. Her hands reached down to my my hips, willing me in deeper, and I happily obliged. With a slow deliberate pace, I let her body work itself to orgasm around my steady movement until she finally let loose the cry f feeling that pleasure again. Afterward, I slowly lifted myself off and rolled back to my side of the bed. It was well past lunch time, and we both had real days ahead of us. But Sunday promised more delights in bed…