Posted by tonyp , Sun Jun 05, 2011 04:02 PM
As I have written in a number of these entries MMO’s or what I now refer to them as … SDO’s are a solitary experience for me. It had been really hard for me to do them with J participating as they require a lot of concentration, having her there is a huge distraction as I tend to focus more on her when we are messing around as opposed to focusing on what I am feeling. Beyond the concentration required to make them happen there is a lot of muscular control required to differentiate sensations and shutdown the ejaculation equipment and just focus on the orgasm part. She is such an incredible turn on for me it becomes very hard to keep from going over the top and cumming.
In the last three years that I have become particularly accomplished at inducing SDO’s by thought and contraction, with no inserting of anything in my anus and no physical intervention of any sort. I have only had them with J as a partner twice. On one occasion she was nothing more than a passive participant, the other she was involved with an occasional pat and comment. Her witnessing my intense sustained orgasm was sufficient fuel for my exhibitionist tendencies; having her watch me provided the motivation for two nice sessions, but they were not as hard and deep as some I have had. But this last Friday night was different.
D was at his sisters for the night so we had the house to ourselves. Our slingshot son has been a bit of a damper on our privacy. It is nice when he is gone for a few days. After a few glasses of wine that got J really relaxed we wound up upstairs in our room after dinner was done and everything was cleaned up. We wound up spending a wonderful hour and half or so of foreplay that included many of her favorite things. She was so relaxed and turned on that she let down her guard and submitted herself to me to stimulate her. I got her into the large recliner in the corner of our room and semi reclined her without the foot rest up. Parting her legs I went down on her with painstaking patience, bordering on teasing. After an extending amount of mouth work on her pussy she was literally dripping.
When I did finish her she was so comfortable and aroused that she had three successive orgasms in 20 minutes. Each successive orgasm was harder than the previous one; by the time she went over the edge on the third one she wound up stuffing a towel that was next to the chair in her mouth to stifle the shriek that accompanied it. Needless to say she was a dishrag when all was done.
Ordinarily she would dutifully jump up and offer to do oral on me or climb into bed and open her legs to accept me. But this time I seized the moment and began to massage her feet to keep her relaxed and in place. It worked …she was so hazy and warm from the orgasms that she relinquished her guilt and just laid there and drifted in and out of the haze as I massaged her soles and ankles.
After a while she was semi asleep in the recliner. I left her to go wash up. As is always the case when I do oral on her I had a raging erection that was dripping a stream of precum. When I came back to the bedroom she had transitioned to the bed and was waiting for me.
Climbing into bed with her brought one of those moments of closeness and devotion that felt so warm and blissful that we came together in a kiss that took my breath away and made my heart race. The intimacy and emotion in that kiss was amazing. We kiss a lot. Some kisses are perfunctory and some are so deep and sensual that they are like white heat, searing my consciousness and making me sweat with desire … this was one of those.
That kiss ignited a passion for her in me that literally consumed me. While the erotic part of me wanted to fuck her hard and fast, the sensual part of me wanted this moment to last forever. Unspoken I decided that this might be the time to see if I could make an SDO work with her participation.
So wordlessly I slid between her thighs as she lay on her side facing me and settled my cock between her thighs. Then to her surprise I nested the underside of my cock in the crease between her pussy lips. The wetness and heat of her pussy mouth was palpable from the hard orgasms she had just had. Instantly the warm wet heat of her sodden pussy caressing my hard cock sent a jolt right up my cock and made my anus flutter.
I could feel my prostate hardening and tingling as the sensation of her feminine pussy mouth embraced me just as her legs were. I kissed her one more time as if saying goodbye and nestled my face in the crook of her neck and began kissing the soft skin on her neck, while I hid my eyes under her hair.
Despite her arduous effort in the recliner she still smelled sweet and sexy, maybe more so as a result of the hard orgasms she had. She was so sensual and soft. Although neither of us said anything she knew what I was thinking. She put one hand around my back and embraced me while she put the other hand behind my head and stroked the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair.
Soon I found myself lost in the thick warmth of her femininity. My mind was buzzing and my prostate was swelled to the point that the familiar whisper of pending pleasure was ever so subtly flicking my penis and teasing the hardened gland deep inside of me making it tingle and feel really really good.
As I laid there I embraced her as she held me. I felt warm, loved and most of all I felt that I belonged to her. As she stroked the back of my head I lay still in her arms and focused on her sensual erotic heat, I was drawing it from her, my prostate was absorbing it like a dry sponge absorbs water. In a matter of moments my cock went familiarly numb and I was shocked to rational thought for a moment. I thought to myself that I was on the path to launching an SDO in her arms, it was actually happening, I couldn’t believe it! I struggled to not get distracted, maintain a relaxed state and surrender to the pleasure wave that I knew would soon build.
I savored the soft sweetness of her neck with tiny kisses as I held her back tightly. The tenderness of her caress and the loving embrace she held me with, fueled my adoration. The heat of her sexuality was flickering and teasing my prostate , heating it to cherry red and making the most erotic sensations radiate from it.
Then ever so subtly I felt a very very mild flicker of the beginning of a pleasure wave heating up my prostate. It was alike a flame licking and teasing a marshmallow over a campfire. As the heat of her sensual flame danced over the pink softness of my quivering gland, it hardened and contracted and became thick with sweet froth, just as a marshmallow over a fire does.
I struggled to maintain control and focus on what I was feeling. I stopped my kisses to breathe deeply, panting and gasping in the effort. My mind bounced back and forth between the enraptured sensation of her love surrounding me and the glowing cinder of pending orgasm that was burning deep in my anus.
I focused on relaxing and letting the pleasure wave build at its own pace, not wanting to force it. So I lay in her arms as she held me to her and I moaned quietly as the glowing pleasure got hotter and hotter. The delightful anguish of orgasmic tension was filling my anus and rectum. As the heat grew, the divine pressure of the wave behind it was making itself known. I breathed and shuddered as I tried desperately to relax and give my body the freedom to do what it could do. I struggled to keep from clenching my buttocks. I knew that the pleasure would be deeper and most intense if I relaxed and gave the voluntary contraction that would come the room to express itself So in my mind I focused on the desperately sweet sensation that seemed to be flicking at my prostate; it was building inside of me at a faster and faster pace.
It was becoming hard to stay still. I gasped and stiffened and embraced J hard as the pleasure wave reached such intensity that I thought I might lose control and cum. I focused my energy on my prostate and stopped kissing her neck. Then my rectum began to flutter and spasm and my prostate began to rhythmically pump in a slow and regular pattern.
I focused on the deliriously sweet sensation of the pumping. In my mind I embraced it and coaxed it. I gave myself over to it and extracted every bit of pleasure from each pumping spasm as it squeezed me. Still struggling to relax and let the contractions have their way with me, I felt the pumping speed up and the exquisite sensation of pleasure continue to build with each pumping spasm. The spasms just kept coming and coming, they grew in intensity with each one as I stiffened in her arms. She stroked my head as if she could soothe the anguish that filled me. Instead her ministration added to the intensity of the pleasure that was agonizing me.
The spasms were now coming rapid fire and the glowing pleasure that was wrapped around my prostate had turned it to a white hot coal that would not be controlled any more. After several back to back spasms jammed up against each other, the spasms suddenly released me and I felt myself go into that wonderfully desperate freefall that usually signals ejaculation. But as I was falling the sensation of exquisitely sweet and rapturous joy was blowing on me and ejaculation never came. Halfway down, instead of cumming I felt the spasms start again. Soon they were ramping me up to another climax.
Before the first pleasure wave crashed and waned I was climbing another one.
The second pleasure wave was more intense than the first. The speed of the spasms and their sweet anguish made me grasp onto J’s back like a drowning man fighting to keep from getting sucked into a whirlpool of sexual ecstasy. I held her tightly as the deep and hard freefall of the next cluster of orgasms tried to pull me from her. Then again instead of waning I was sucked into the next pleasure wave. The spasms pulled me to the top of that pleasure wave …then as the spasms jammed together in a flutter again like a cresting wave, I felt the sweet desperation of orgasmic freefall again.
I was losing all sense of time and place. It didn’t matter whether J was there or not, she was not a distraction. If anything she was just the opposite, the reassurance of her sensual soft body in my arms fanned the flames of my passion and the intense orgasms her passion inspired. I clung to her desperately to keep from drowning in the rapture that was washing over me. She held me tightly as the cycle repeated and repeated. I had hundreds of orgasms as my cock was flooding her pussy with precum. She kept whispering sexy comments into my ear as the creating pleasure tumbled me in her arms. Her erotic commentary was adding intensity to the delightful agony that was burning a path up my rectum and into my soul.
It was an hour and a half later, sweaty and exhausted I gave up and turned my mind away from the sensations that were crashing into me. My prostate was throbbing and my rectum was sore from contracting in sympathy with each orgasm. Even with my diverted attention the spasms continued to build, and ebb; they refused to let go of me. In surrender, I raised my head to her lips and kissed her. It was a silent acquiescence that I was done. I felt the spasms reluctantly recede like the tide. Her pussy was a slimy mess from my precum. We were both sweating and exhausted. My cock was still rock hard but it was aching in its need to be released from erection.
So as we lay there with no elegance or grace I grasped my cock and began to tug and squeeze. After four or five minutes of vigorous pulling and squeezing the rope of white hot cream spewed from me, splashing on my belly. It was masturbation of desperation and nothing else. There was no tenderness, no visions of sensuality, just the desperate need to empty my stressed gland and give it relief.
It was quite the night. We both took showers and came back to bed. As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself that this was a first. The following morning her comment to me was: “wow, I think I finally appreciate what you have been describing to me”. And I did it without ever saying a word.
Posted by tonyp , Sat May 14, 2011 03:11 PM
I am a sensual man. I am acutely aware of the silky heat on my skin; it arouses me. As I do this most mundane and unsexy of tasks I feel incredibly sexual. I am sweating but I am not uncomfortable, my sweat makes me feel human and earthy and part of the unfolding mystery of renewed sensuality. It is the same sensual feeling that wraps around me when I am consumed in the ardor of making love to you. As I mow I think of the night before, the warmth of your femininity and its impact on me. When everything in the house was buttoned down and the lights shut out, I took my shower. When I came out of the shower and came to bed, you were already there. You lay in bed reading intently. I noticed that were lying on top of the covers, your winter night gown was gone, replaced by your summertime oversized tee shirt and no panties. The tuft of downy pubic hair that covered your peach was peeking out from under your tee shirt. You are so sexy in your summer sleeping tee shirts.
I raised your shirt to fully reveal your tummy and vulva, and lowered my head to your sexy mound. I tenderly kissed the sweet moist lips between your thighs, inhaling the musky scent of you. Your hand came to the side of my head. I was sure that you were going to push me away or slap me. Instead you stroked the hair at my temple lovingly. My kiss was intended only to be an affectionate expression before I got into the bed. But the tender stroking of my head and the warmth of your feminine sensuality began to heat and rise from your furrow. As you warmed, your loving thoughts brought the dewiness of your adoration with it, to the mouth of your pussy. As I gently kissed your lips the wetness of your desire and love expressed itself on my lips.
Languidly our lips were meshed in a mutual expression of our love, the lips of my mouth and the lips of your womanhood pressed against each other sucking bliss from the intimate contact. Between kisses my lips separated from yours pussy as I breathed in the air that sustains my life. The air I sucked in was tinged with the musky tang of your flowing desire. The testimony of your adoration was drooling from the lower crease of your furrow and damping the sheets beneath you like a rivulet from a spring rain.
Just as I separated from your lips to replenish myself, your feminine lips took respite in the momentary intermission. Freed from the adoration of my lips they opened to reveal the hot pink glistening canal that leads to you’re your most intimate secret place. As I gazed into the gateway of your sexuality, it yawned at me gasping. But your vagina was not gasping for air, it is gasping for sensual attention.
My warm breath falls on your pink furrow just as the rays of the sun fall on the blossoms of the earth. Like the flowers in the spring your pink blossom stretches as it reaches for the warmth of the sun and quakes like it was being stirred by the morning breeze.
Your book has been discarded …it is lying on your chest open and ignored. You are lost somewhere wandering in the sensations that are welling up from the depths of your cunt and whispering your need wordlessly from the sweet lips that open to my view. The silent words that your pussy is whispering are lost on the room but they are not lost on me. I hear them but not with my ears, I hear them with my soul. I lower my face to your pussy mouth; it is damp with lust and affection. I kiss your weeping crevice and whisper into it. I tell it wordlessly of my own desire and the stiffening root that is hardening between my legs. I whisper of the warm liquid seed that is welling deep inside of me in response to your whispered desire.
The warm expressions of my arousal and desire for you penetrate your sexy canal. As I make love to your pussy and testify my love for you to it, it is sweating in its own desire. The scent of your sexuality is inflaming me and making my fleshy root drool in anticipation.
You pull my head up away from the rich earth of your furrow. You are on fire; the heat of erotic need has filled you with a thirst. It is a thirst that will only be slaked by my thick manly cream. Your pussy waits desperately to suck the sweet relief from me until it is sated. It is impatient.
I sense your thirst, and I am humbled. I know that the desperation that is concentrated in your crotch, a desperation that makes your pussy scream with need. It is a desperation for me; a desperation for the familiar reassurance of my penis penetrating your cunt, granting you relief from the pervasive erotic itching that has gripped your pussy; a sweet irritation that is making you squirm. You squirm in anticipation of the agonizing bliss of my repeated probing of the sweet anguished flesh deep inside of you will culminate with the relief of your climax and the welcome spilling of my milky reward into your desperate pussy. You wait for that moment that you will be able to suck the warm liquid from my cock and savor it deep inside of your cunt as you lay in drunken sleepy satisfaction.
As I raise my body over the top of you my cock hangs down, weighted by the blood that has engorged it; it is sizzling hot.
Momentarily I ponder the miracle of sensual desperation that a man and a woman share at a moment like this. I know that you are desperate to feel me inside of you and equally desperate to feel the pulsing of my penis as your pussy grasps it, knowing that that pulsing is the filling you with my essence. Equally I feel the need to be caressed by you and fill you with the liquid expression of my passion. It is a ritual that is as old as springtime itself.
It is a mysterious force this need I feel to penetrate you. Just as the warm wet earth draws roots down into it with the promise of life sustaining water and nutrients, your weeping pussy draws me to you. I feel your feminine magnetism holding my cock and inexorably tugging me towards my vaginal destiny. I feel my aching penis, swollen with lust being pulled to your wet warm pit; I am lured by the promise of the succor of the loving caress of your cunt. Its warm embrace will draw the thickened hot seed from deep inside of me, forcing my penis to regurgitate it into your thirsty hole.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to embrace you and possess you, claiming you by implanting myself in you. I feel a need to be inside of you, it is overwhelming. There is no time for teasing and tantalizing. Lodging my purple shiny cockhead at the vestibule of your vagina your feminine force draws me into you. I penetrate the opening that moments earlier I was kissing tenderly. Now I feel no need for kissing, I feel the need to conduct an ancient ritual, a ritual that has bound men to women for thousands of years. A ritual that silently ties me to you, a ritual that is not sealed with words but is sealed with sensations that are so pleasurable they make me loose all sense of time and place.
I lean into your pushing my pelvis down onto you. My cock is the stiffened column that separates us. Soon the lust that we both feel forces that column to sink into you. With a pop it parts the mouth of your pussy and slides into the slippery canal eliciting a gasp of bliss from you. The gasp becomes a moan as you embrace me tightly. Your embrace tells me of the exquisite sensation that my invading cock is pushing into your cunt, raw hot animal lust inspired by the season and our biology. It is an unyielding force that demands that we fuck; it demands this erotic choreography that we both know. Yet there is something else in your desperate embrace. It is an expression of your love and need for me. I can sense that the pleasure you are feeling as I slowly drill into the soft core of your femininity; it is a caress that says you love me, and need to hold me and tell me of the depth of your feeling for me. Itr is an embrace that communicates the ultimate sensation of pleasure that consumes you as you are burning on a pyre of passionate ecstasy.
I sink my root into your wetted furrow. I am not seeking nutrients from you though, I am seeking your passion. As I sink deeper into you I feel that passion, it is palpable. I absorb your desire through my cock. I am saturated by the desire and need; it coats my cock. I feed off of the sexual energy inside your cunt, your engorged organ is a seething pit of erotic lust and I am sinking helplessly into it.
The desire I feel inside of you consumes me. Slowly I feel the erotic passion enveloping me, cutting me off from all sensation of the world around me. The daylight of awareness is slipping away from me as I penetrate you; it is like the setting of the spring sun. As the light disappears from my mind, all that is left if the reassuring warmth of you womanly furrow; you are my earth. I am loosing all sense of everything in my world except you and the divine sensation of your hot cunt grasping my penis.
You have consumed me. I am lost in you; I do not know anything but the reassuring heart thumping sensation of the inside of you. For a moment I lay there wallowing in the magical intoxicating spell that you have cast on me. But I do not lay there for long.
Gently you begin to squeeze my penis; the walls of your cunt are grasping it and tugging at it as you draw your pelvis down, pulling my cock with you. I am startled back to reality. Tentatively we begin to dance. The choreography it awkward at first until we fall into a rhythm; it doesn’t take long. As we embrace I kiss your neck and we sway and bend with each other grinding our pelvises together. The steps in the dance are simple, I bury my cock in the wet depths of your pussy and you press your clit against my pubic bone as we bend and moan together. We both hear the music but it is not audible music, it is sensate music. It has no notes, tempo or arpeggios. This music consists of waves of pleasure that rise and fall as we grind against each other.
As we dance in the bed in each others embrace, the friction of our passion is stirring our desire. As I draw my penis in and out of your anguished cunt, the friction is inciting such deep pleasure in you that you break your silence with mewing moans and sighs. Your hand is on the back of my head in a grasp that expresses the tenderness you feel for me and the passion that is filling you. My unrelenting cock is pushing your body to feel pleasure that only comes with this wonderful dance we are doing.
Soon you are filled with more pleasure than your body can hold. I can sense that you are at the brink. I slow my thrusting and shift my body upward so that the upper ridge of my penis is drawn across your clit. As I penetrate you it is like a violin bow across a string on an elegant curved and sensual instrument. The effect is the same. The vibration that results culminates in your crescendo.
You stiffen and vibrate, opening your mouth plaintively to sing your song of rapture, but nothing comes out. You grimace as the crescendo explodes inside your pussy and squeezes your soul. You struggle to inhale and give the pleasure the air it needs to express what you are feeling. Then it comes. It is a chilling hot shock of white hot pleasure that starts in the pit of your cunt and attaches itself to your spine. As it travels up your spine it crackles and sparks and spreads the warm agony to the rest of your body. When the sensation finally reaches your mouth, your entire body is aflame in the steamy hot grips of pure orgasmic pleasure. The crescendo inside you is overwhelming you, it will not be ignored. As I relentlessly drill into you, you sing a shrill song of the exquisite sensation that is now burning in the pit of your cunt. Your vaginal mouth is contracting rhythmically as the waves of pleasure rise and fall inside you; at the same time your anus spasms in sympathy with the divine agony that each wave brings as it crashes inside you.
Wave after waves of pleasure are crashing on the sandy beach of your soul, making you stiffen and shudder as each one crests and falls. I continue to hump you, entering and withdrawing from your quivering pussy like a fevered pile driver. The orgasm has filled your pussy with your pearlescent honey; it coats my cock and provides a slippery hot channel for my thrusts.
The heat of your cunt smoldering in its ecstasy; the sight of you twisting in sweet agony coupled with your tortured embrace overwhelms me. The sexual heat in your cunt ignites a fire in me. I can feel the fire building and expanding, turning into an inferno. The heat is so powerful, the cum in me begins to boil, seeking the relief of expulsion.
Pressing down into you I root myself in your earthy warmth as my body prepares to plant my seed deep in your furrow. Unlike a plant that sucks the richness of the earth into itself, I shudder and begin to pump the thick sweet richness of my cum into you so you can absorb my passion. As we embrace each other I hold my breath grunt and pulse thick hot ropes of cum into you. The relief and exhilaration of filling you with my cum as you are swimming in a sea of ecstasy and pure bliss is spiritual for me. I struggle against the pleasure that is consuming me to gain control of my thoughts and actions and kiss your sweet lips. The sensation of your lips against mine as I am exploding in your pussy ignites an orgasm in my brain that sweeps consciousness from me. I am somewhere in a haze, someplace where all I call feel or sense is your pervasive love.
I think that I am ready to die right here and now. Laying on top of you I collapse emotionally and physically on to you and into you, I am yours body and soul. Tears fill my eyes and peace fills my heart. As the after shocks of the orgasm wash from me my penis softens in your pussy.
Your cunt is a fleshy vessel that has been filled with our mutually expressed passion. I roll sideways, still inside you as we embrace in that unearthly moment that follows orgasm. It is a time that is defined by peace, adoration, commitment, and contentment.
Wiping the tears of joy from my eyes I lay quietly next to you basking in your radiant femininity. I feel the warmth of your body, I am reminded of the earth radiating warmth into the night air. And just as the warm earth feels soothing and relaxing when I walk barefoot on it, my bare skin against your sweet body feels equally soothing and relaxing.
So as I finish mowing the lawn, the suns warm rays on my back remind me of the heat of your sexuality of the night before. I am careful as I mow to avoid the stems and stalks of the plants at the fringe of our garden. As I maneuver around them I think of my own stalk and pleasurable time I had planting it in your garden last night.
I am yours heart and soul and the warmth of spring reminds me of that every moment of the day and night..
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