Posted by tonyp , Sat May 07, 2011 08:23 PM
The duality of J’s vagina. As I have been lying with my face between J’s thighs drinking the warm desire from her quivering lips this last few weeks, my writing has made me think of the miracle of her vagina. As I tease her glistening pink flesh with my tongue and kiss the silken lips that drape the mouth of her feminine flower, I tease her and keep her temporarily suspended in pre orgasmic anguished tension. She thrusts, quakes and stiffens in a futile effort to hasten her pussy to grant her the relief of climax, she chases it. I tease her keeping her on the brink of climax until her plaintive moans tell me the time is right. Slipping a finger into her slippery canal I massage the hot spot that will drive her to the edge and make love to her clit with my lips and tongue. The resulting sensation make her trill a song of ecstasy as eruptions of pleasure explode in her cunt and explode in colors of red, purple and orange.
I have observed J in orgasm, from what I have seen it must be like falling, a feeling of riding on a roller coaster all the way to the top and when she goes over the top, getting that intense feeling as she is dropping down into lightness and unknown excitement. The shuddering and trembling and shaking she does reminds me of a ride on a roller coaster. She has told me that the blood rushes in her ears and her ears ring when she is having a particularly intense orgasm.
She has described the sensation to me as starting in her vagina and boring into her and wrapping around her skin at the same time as "warm waves of pleasure". When she is totally gripped in this intense pleasure and her vagina is drooling the saliva of her passion, she will vocalize all sorts of filthy and affectionate things. She will curse at me, moan obscenities and express her agonizing ecstasy to god with all kinds of intermingled curses.
When I coax her to orgasm with my mouth I envision it as tickling her ever so gently with the tip of my tongue. Teasing the smooth silky skin in the vestibule of her vagina and stroking her inner lips and her vaginal opening ever so gently with the tip of my tongue. Softly and slowly massaging the smooth tender flesh at the mouth of her pussy until her hole is weeping its desire. Then reading her body language I respond when her rising pelvis tells me she is ready. When she signals her urgency and her need, I will go faster and faster...until she is right there. Ever so subtly her body will tell me she is ready to go over the edge. Then when it is just the right time I will wrap my lips around her hardened clit and suck it firmly into my mouth, holding it with my lips as my tongue encircles it, holding it gently. With her clit held tightly and wrapped in the secure warmth of my tongue, I firmly tug on it as my tongue massages the under side of its glans. I then slide my finger into her dripping sodden canal and massage her hot spot and all around the inside of her opening until she is squirming. When she is at the precipice of orgasm, the skin on her chest will flush, her nipples will harden to stone and she will shudder and tremble until something deep inside her pussy pops and releases the warm flood of orgasmic pleasure. The gush of sensation is accompanied by a seeping of her hot sticky passion honey. The pleasure reverberates in her pussy and spills out sending waves of anguished joy over her skin
It particularly drives her crazy if I grasp her hips and hold her pussy firmly to my mouth and work her as she thrusts her pelvis up and down in response to each wave of pleasure that washes thru her. I keep my mouth affixed to the seething pit of her ecstasy as I relentlessly tease her to stay suspended in the quaking bliss of climax. I can keep her twisting in divine agony for several minutes as the intense orgasms drill mercilessly into her soft pussy.
Her orgasm from cunnilingus is one of selfishness. Her sensation of the pleasure she experiences involves her and her alone; it ends at her skin. The focus of the experience is the seesawing grip of tension and relief that is tugging at her clit, between her legs, her inner thighs, her nipples, her neck and her bellybutton.
J’s cunnilingus driven orgasm is a hard, solitary and intensely pleasurable experience.
Then there is the orgasm from making love with me. On the contrary it is a truly spiritual. experience for her, and by association me as well. I am a mirror. When J cries I will tear up. When J has a gripping orgasm my penis turns to stone. When she is enraptured in the warm love of orgasm from penetration I am moved and taken with her. Although I certainly experience my own orgasm when we make love, I vicariously experience hers as well. It is very much a mutually enjoyed event.
The highest level of intimacy that J can have with me is accepting me to be inside her. It has always been that way. Entering her is a privilege that still moves me. The act of welcoming and desiring my penis to penetrate her body and having her accept my fluids, delivered in the throes of passion, deposited inside her speaks volumes of her trust, love and adoration, and desire for me. There is no other act in human interaction where a woman will accept bodily fluid from a man and actually relish it once it is in her.
The most intense spiritual state that a woman can achieve is most definitely during the act of making love to someone she cares deeply for. I describe it as the experience of perceiving and accepting that which is beyond herself as being a part of herself. The expression of making love dissolves the apparent boundaries between her and me.
When the connection of shared being is combined with physical sexual stimulation during our love making, the stimulation acts as an energy source which powers both of our emotions; these emotions include love, adoration, lust, bliss, joy, naughtiness, satisfaction, peace and other delightful sensations. The ultimate sexual/spiritual connection occurs when physical sensations are at their peak of pleasurable intensity. Consequently we try to maintain our peak of physical sensual sensation for as long as possible. For J, this means prolonged multiple orgasms. For me it means delaying my gratification until I want to scream, hanging on the edge of ejaculation until I ultimately let go into her.
The deepest levels of intimacy are involved, when we make love. This means that emotional walls come down completely. Dropping our walls is the result of trust, respect and appreciation of each other. Because of the lack of walls, when we are deep in the spirituality of making love we feel free to say and do all sorts of things we would never say under other circumstances. We express deepest intimacies; we look in each others eyes unembarrassed, we express filthy things in loving ways, we do filthy things.
The physical techniques we use to produce the prolong states of peak sexual arousal just mentioned involve me reading and sensing what she is feeling and vice versa. I feel it though my skin contact with her, I see it in her eyes, the beating of her heart, the erection of her nipples, the appearance of her skin, the feel of her vagina and the look of her opening, the noises she makes and how she flexes her hands and arms. It is critical that I am completely aware of J’s state of arousal in order to maintain her on a plateau. This means I must be in constant and acute communication with her body.
All of us can be acutely aware of our lover’s body. It is easiest during conscious love making of two long term lovers; when two partners have been walking the same erotic experience for many years as we have, we both have learned to sense the others sensual needs and responses. Familiarity doesn’t breed boredom, it breeds knowledge. It enables two lovers to feel the same emotion.
First we start with generating sexual energy days ahead of time. We do this by creating "excited anticipation" of the sexual encounter to come. It means she must go without sexual release for a few days to feel very motivated sexually. For me I will MMO intensely for three days to accelerate my arousal. Two to three days of MMOing will affix my arousal at a very high level.
Because she is slower to warm up than I am I will make a concerted effort to arouse her; over the course of perhaps two or three days, I flirt and tease, to stimulate her desire. Any direct physical stimulation consists of a peck on the lips, a pat on her tush, and maybe a light kiss on her vaginal lips when she is half awake in the morning; just enough to stimulate the beginnings of her arousal. I do romantic things. I will massage her shoulders massages or otherwise engage in intimate, not-quite-sexual behavior.
Once we are both equally aroused, the next step is extended foreplay. We burn incense, light candles, put on some romantic music or otherwise create an atmosphere of "special intimacy." Physically, I begin with very subtle stimulation. J loves to get goose bumps. I will strip her of her night gown and run my fingers ever so lightly on her arms, inner thighs and breasts until her body is overcome by wave after wave of chills, this relaxes her deeply and makes her mind melt.
I take my time and pay close attention to the affect my actions are having on her; getting her to let go of everything and be here in the moment with me is the key. I want her to be aware of the warmth of my skin, the beating of my heart, the strength and gentleness of my large strong hand on her pussy. The effect here is to get her to focus on me as opposed to her vagina, clit or nipples as is the case when I eat her. Making love is about communication and what we are feeling sensually and emotionally. The goal is to think less, and feel more connected. I continue gentle foreplay until her desire to have me penetrate her is overwhelming.
Ultimately when I penetrate her I do it slowly, with attention to all of the subtle sensations I can induce. Slow and steady is the rule. When I am extremely aroused it can be difficult to refrain from more aggressive action, but her orgasm requires gentle, steady stimulation of her vagina, her clitoris and her mind. I can’t push her. An occasional circular motion of my finger on her pearl as I am drawing in and out of her will slowly ramp her up.
My object is to bring her right to the height of arousal until the transition to orgasm is inescapable, and then apply relentless slow, steady stimulation to her trigger spots. We have learned that J can’t "reach for" her orgasm, but instead she lets me coax her closer and closer to the edge, then she just gives into it and lets it happen. It’s about receiving and accepting her orgasm and allowing me to have the privilege of giving it to her.
When the orgasm begins to trickle into J’s pussy, she focuses her attention on all of her sensations, both emotional and sensual; she expands her feelings into the space around her, which includes me. I will continue the same, steady stimulation and "push" my emotional and sensual sensations into her with my thoughts and with my erect – hot penis. I do this most effectively though with my eyes. I search her eyes for what she is feeling and tell her wordlessly what I am feeling. I express my desire for her, my adoration and the pleasure she is giving me. We can both feel our energies combine in a sea of excitement, tension and adoration.
The steady stimulation will produce aroused "ripples" in her vagina, where the intensity of her sensation gradually rises and falls. As J’s arousal builds she usually embraces me tightly, clinging to me. Unlike cunnilingus I am part of this experience with her. As her arousal ramps up to climax she will cling to me in desperation. Partly to maintain the stimulation my penis is stirring in her pussy, but partly to hold be as her sense of euphoria is building. Our choreographed dance is critical at this point. I will slow down and she must be more aggressive to sustain the sheer pleasure of conscious fucking. J needs to insure that she receives just enough stimulation to keep her pussy engorged and sensitive, but not so much stimulation that she exhausts all of her sexual energy into one powerful climax.
When her orgasm arrives she describes it as flowing into her vagina. It feels like she is being filled to the point of bursting with unmitigated ecstasy. As her orgasm crests she will cling to me as the pleasure waves rush into her open pussy. Although she is clinging to me physically for the passion and reassurance of her bliss, I am releasing her to the arms of rapture. I release her to the safe strong arms of a higher power that takes control of her awareness, her vagina and her spirit. I am there with her as the rapture pervades her pussy, opening it and savoring it like a juicy piece of meat. It finds her spine and inches up her spine leaving a tingling trail of sparks behind it. The rapture carries her off to be consumed in flames of sheer sensuality as I watch. Her eyes glaze over as myriad sensations flash and smolder in the depth of her vagina. As the she is wrapped in a cloak of euphoria, I loose her to this powerful force that is now fucking her as I am making love to her. He now has her.
I hold her as she is devoured by the intense power of spiritual lust. Her pussy weeps in anguished joy, drooling the liquid of her desire around my cock as I hold her shuddering and quaking form. I am now clinging to her out of jealously, I do not want to loose her to this mysterious lover I cannot see.
Witnessing her rapture is too much for me. I am so totally turned on I can no longer control my orgasm. I erupt in her vagina as she holds me firmly. I am streaming long thick ropes of my cum into the warmth of her pussy as I am kissing her lips with lust and desperation. The pulsing of my cock drives her further into the arms of rapture as the haze of otherworldliness fills her mind. But I am there with her.
As I lay in bed last night pondering the experience that I just described from the night before. I thought of the distinct mutually shared experience of making love to her with my penis and the sheer solitary intensity of orgasm she gets from having me eat her out. Her vagina is an amazing organ. It can allow her to experience our love and lust and tell the difference.
When thoughts of infidelity, and fantasies of unrealized sexual forays in my life occupy my thoughts I think of the nights and the love and lust that we share. It keeps me in adoration and it keeps me on the straight and narrow.
Posted by tonyp , Thu Jan 27, 2011 11:53 PM
When she kisses me like that I am like a fly caught helplessly in her web. Her smoldering eyes attract me to her, they hold me in the helpless entanglement of desire. I am caught, unable to break free of the overwhelming power of her sultry gaze. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I don't want to. Even though I am weak in the knees there is a fire of unmitigated sensual desire that her eyes have ignited in my core. My cock is filling, stiffening and warming with lust blood. So as I stand there helplessly awaiting her sensual attack, my balls start to tingle and the sweet spot between my balls and asshole begins to twitch. My balls tighten to my body readying themselves for the certain stimulation that I know will soon come and cause them to rhythmically pump their hot prize into her mouth, her sodden pussy or onto her open palm. Sometimes it is the exquisite release of my soft hot liquid, pumped into her open palm that I find so sexy. We both watch as my spasming penis fills her cupped palm with my warm eruption; spilling my warm adoration for her as she watches in lusty fascination while her own pussy weeps with warm wet desire.
But as I stand there I don't know what she is thinking and I don't really know what is going to happen. I have been tangled in her web so many times and each time is so unpredictable, I cannot anticipate what will happen this time. So I stand there and watch her as her full warm lips close the distance with my own. It seems like slow motion as our mouths come together. Our lips join with such grace and sensuousness, it seems like an eternity until I feel their soft warmth on my mouth. The breath of her love fills my mouth. It is like a sweet voodoo vapor that invades my mouth, my brain, and my penis causing my prostate to swell and engorge with the cream of my lust. I can sense the hardening and throbbing readiness for pleasure permeating my body, exciting me and teasing me into submission.
She makes me woozy. I cannot stand anymore. That is part of her plan. Once I am in her web and she locks her lips on me she knows I will loose all orientation and collapse onto the bed, the couch or whatever venue she chooses. As she lays me down she plies my consciousness with the passion of her lips. Then as I lay flat and immobile her tongue emerges from her lips like a stinger from a sheath to tantalize and incite my brain and harden my cock. It has been waiting to emerge and inject itself into me and tease my passion. She dances her tongue over my lips and seeks out the warm spaces between lips and gums and the roof of my mouth; she massages my own tongue with the tip of her tongue. Every place she touches inside my mouth receives a sexy sting that makes me want more. Soon I am like a baby bird in a nest mouth open begging for the intrusion of her sensual stinger. Her probing is punctuated by intermittent suckling of my own tongue.
There is thunder in my ears and my eyes cannot stay open. She is filling my body with her lust. My mouth is open wide to receive more. I am gulping air and the vaporous spell of her sexual desire. I want to be filled by her lust. I attempt to drink her desire in gulps to satiate my lustful unquenchable thirst
The fire in me is no longer smoldering … it is an inferno. It is a conflagration of sexual heat that has engulfed my penis and balls; my cock is desperate for her. The rapturous hard knot of my prostate is starting to pulse gently. The inferno is wrapping my penis with sweet desperation for the rapture of release. Her lust has filled my body and I am now totally in her control. All I want is her to consume me.
My penis is turgid as it fills with the hot blood of desire. As it erects and hardens it becomes sensitive to the point of aching. It strains at the air seeking the bliss of sensation that will ultimate trigger its pulsing relief. My cock throbs and dances seeking something that I know is there. But my mind is so cloudy I cannot think. All I can do is feel. I feel the red hot iron of sexual need gripping my penis and pulling on it. I feel the white hot coal of a gland deep inside my asshole swollen to the point of bursting with a cocktail of semen, and passion.
Then I am startled to reality as her mouth separates from my own. Where there was hot female love moments earlier, it suddenly feels cold and abandoned. I feel as alone as puppy lost in the dark woods on a snowy evening. There is a real sense of panic as she leaves me.
It seems like years that I am lying there waiting. But in reality it is only seconds. Then I feel her. Before I feel her mouth I feel her heat. The purple swollen head of my cock feels the warmth of her breath spilling over the sharp cleft that meets just below its weeping slit. That cleft is tingling with anticipation. Its anxiety is wired directly to the glands deep inside of me that are filled and are making crystal clear pre cum ooze from my cock. The throbbing gland inside of me is waiting for the green light to pump my pearly white semen to that slit and make it boil over the cleft like a erotic volcano.
In a flash the heat of breath is replaced by the wet heat of her mouth. She engulfs the swollen crown of my penis in her mouth, trapping it there by putting her teeth just behind the bulbous ridge that defines the mushroom like head of my manhood. The wet heat of her mouth is like the bite of the spider.
The fly that is caught by the spider is wrapped in silken web so it cannot move. Then the spider bites the fly and injects its venom into the fly; the venom kills, but it also liquifies the fly's organs into a jelly like soup which the spider will drain from the lifeless fly's body.
As her teeth grip the crown of my penis and lovingly tug at it, it is like she is injecting me with venom. But this venom does not kill . . . it incites. It incites ragging raw boiling sexual sensation. The sensation explodes in me and causes me to break out in an erotic sweat. It fills me with such desire that my very soul melts just like the organs of the fly. Soon my entire body is full of my steaming white cream. She has achieved her goal. I have been reduced to being a stone hard instrument that she will soon mount and she will drain the very essence of me and take it into her own body to savor and taste and hold. I will be drained and relieved but I will be bonded to her and her alone. I will have given her my soul.
I am quaking with the intense desperate need to release.
I look down for the first time at her face buried in my groin where she is greedily suckling at my cock head and in a voice that is raspy with ragging desire, I beg her. “Fuck me oh god please fuck me” I groan.
She looks up with an evil grin. Then she straightens up and moves in for the kill. With a movement that is both fluid and efficient she swings her legs over my thighs and straddles me. I am being trapped in the silken downy cocoon of her pussy. She then reaches down and directs the tip of my penis which is glistening with her saliva and the drool of precum that is rolling out of my raw pink slit. Then with the dexterity of a surgeon she directs my steaming probe to the glistening lips of her pussy.
Then like a ballerina on point she lowers herself and impales her aching pussy on my rigid pink pole. The sensation of being filled by me as she lowers herself onto me makes her entire body shudder. My big hot penis in her vagina feels relieving like scratching an itch, as it penetrates her it is rapturous like massaging a sore muscle, when it sinks to the bottom of her vagina it makes her heart race like a dramatic moment in a movie. But all of these sensations are centered not in her brain they are centered deep inside her vagina.
Once I am deep inside her she begins a dance that is as old as time. It is a dance that is not taught in steps in a sterile room. It is a dance that is handed down over the eons from one women to the next; it is handed down not in words or deeds but by instinct and sexual need.
It is an instinctive dance which makes her grind her pubic bone on the meaty base of my cock, mashing her clit against the top of my shaft where it meets my abdomen. Her own juice pools on my belly and offers a blissful cushion to stimulate her clit to full hardness. She holds her breath as she presses against me and rocks her pelvis on me, massaging her clit on my slippery arm skin. Then when the distant voices of women past whisper in her ear she grips the base of my cock with her pussy lips and tugs at the shaft gently. Then she holds it in her slippery silken lips and slides up the shaft squeezing it as she pulls up on it. Then suddenly she drops down again, impaling herself and beginning the process again and again until the stimulation she derives from it jangles her brain to send a jolting message to her agonized pussy.
When the stimulation is so intense that it crackles on her skin like static electricity, the message releases her orgasmic bliss. In wave after wave of intense pleasure her vagina contracts and releases in orgasmic bliss. Her pussy clamps and squeezes at my cock finding immense pleasure in the fullness that it grants her swooning pussy.
I am a seething poolof sexual cream that wants nothing more than to empty into her. There is no man left inside of me. All there is is a boiling pool of white creamy man sex. A pearlescent cocktail of my lust, my semen, the heat of passion and the soft and sweet pleasure of my love for her.
I stiffen as my cock yields to the spell that she has cast on me. The fire of passion wraps itself around my cock and squeezes it; then it crackles down over my balls and up into my asshole. Then drilling deep into my asshole with fiery determination it finds the swollen seat of my lust and grips my prostate in an iron grip of pleasure. My anguished gland can't tolerate any more pleasure and it succumbs helplessly to its hunger for orgasm. Then as if in a sexual seizure I go rigid and push up into her. The pleasure of pumping my cum into her is absolute. Every bit of my being is focused on the rigid flesh in my groin that is buried deep inside her sweet wet and warm hole. All I can think about is the extreme joy I am experiencing as my anguished cock conveys my steaming juice deep into her thirsty vagina.
When I am done pulsing in her I am empty and spent. Sheis full and satisfied. The spider has had a delicious meal. She rolls onto her back and savors my sweet liquid delicacy that she holds in the depths of her vagina. In a creamy – dreamy stupor she lays next to me and treasures the nectar that she has sucked from my hard cock. She is satisfied because she feels the warm soft pleasure of my love in her, but she is also satisfied because she knows that I am a willing fly that will gladly throw myself in her web whenever she looks at me with those sultry eyes.
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