In me and I suspect most guys there is a perpetual tension between the limbic brain, (the reptilian part) and the cerebral brain. The limbic side is the one with our instincts and basic survival agenda programmed in it and the cerebral is the center of reason and propriety. The limbic side is my sex drive, the lust and raw passion that seems always to be boiling just below the surface. That lust causes those nasty erections at the sight of any sexy woman, my own or someone I don’t even know. My limbic brain doesn’t care who she is. It is programmed to impregnate her if she appeals to me visually so that I will invest my seed in the continuation of the species. My limbic side is balanced by a more serene and gentlemanly like cerebral side. This side in me notices the erotic and sensual. It manifests itself in my effort to accommodate her erotic needs and her passions as I accommodate my own. The limbic side of me just wants to fuck her, the sooner the better.
In my daily life these two very diverse sides of me are in constant tension, one balancing the other. It is why I am a considerate lover. It is why I revel in the arousal of her vagina and the wonder of it as it expresses her orgasm. It is also why I am also horny. But when something gets out of balance and one side dominates the other, that is when things get interesting.
That is what happened this last weekend. It was a long hard weekend. I worked full days both days writing a detailed analysis for a complex project on a tight deadline. I had started it two weeks ago and I was in the home stretch. I needed to get a rough draft by Sunday night. I seldom work on weekends but I needed to get ahead. So I put in a 7 hour day starting at 2 PM on Saturday after doing house chores. I started Sunday morning at 8am after coming down to make the coffee. I took a couple of meal and snack breaks during the day, but I basically continued through until 10 pm that night.
So when I quit at 10 Sunday night I was fried. But it was a weird tired. My brain was tired but I had sat for two days straight, so I wasn’t physically tired. My brain felt like it had just run a marathon, but my body wanted to stretch and move.
I packed up my stuff and jumped in the shower to unwind. I must have been standing there day dreaming with the water running on me forever, because all of a sudden I could feel the water turning cool. I got out shaved and went into the upstairs studio where Anne was painting and watching TV. She acknowledged my arrival by talking to me as she painted. She never looked up. I went over and kissed the back of her neck and said that I was going to get on line for a bit. So I went downstairs and got on SF to see who was in. It was a very very slow night. So after saying a quick hello to Mel as she was juggling guys in the chat room I said my sf goodnights and went back upstairs. When I got into the bed room Anne was already done in the shower. She had put on one of my tee shirts and had no panties on. Her pussy was peeking out of the front and her bum was mostly out in the back. She was drying her hair, raising her arms as she did. Each stroke exposed those two lovely assets. She looked so sexy.
I thought as I looked at her. You have this mystical ability to arouse me in seconds just by drying your hair and exposing your vagina in an innocent motion. It is the combination of lust and affection coming together in my rising cock.
We both got in bed and assumed the opposition that we have assumed every night (almost) for all these years. Me on my back and you with your head on my chest with a thigh across my thigh just underneath my balls.. Indeed as we lay there in bed hugging each other with your head on my chest my penis began to go beyond hardening to throbbing and aching. You know me so well, you knew I react this way to you. You sighed and reached down and patted me and asked: “you wanna do something about this?” You finished your question by wrapping your hand around my stiffened erect cock and squeezing it gently. The gentle squeeze expressed a drool of pre cum out of the tip. My exhausted cerebral brain thought sure its really ok I can just lay here, I don’t want to think about pleasing you or myself for that matter. However my limbic side was on fire. It wanted to impale you and feel the warm caress that it could only get by being inside of you..
I kissed your forehead, lingering my lips there savoring the feel of your warm forehead on my lips. I drifted off your forehead after a few minutes and I kissed your temple. I kept my warm lips on your temple and breathed in the scent of your hair. My tired bbrain was unable to reason, it just gave in to the lilting scent of you; I was lost in you now. My reasoning was hazing over and I felt giddy. It was like being drunk and wandering in cornfield whose plants were over my head. How do you do this to me I ask myself. I am consumed with you
I drifted further down to your neck; buried my lips in the hollow of your neck where it meets your shoulder. It is warm there and my lips are extracting little shudders from you as I planted butterfly kisses in that soft warm spot. You sigh. With my hand resting on your leg, I feel the goose bumps rising on your thigh. My hand drifts to the soft hair between your thighs. I caress your plump vulva with my warm hand . You shave your lips but you leave the frame of hair around your opening. I cover your mound with my warm hand and settle my middle finger in your moistening cease. I hold you as my passion builds.
I roll onto my side. I am out of breath and my heart is racing, but I have not exerted myself yet. It is my growing passion that causes my pulse to quicken. I need to be inside you. Your presence and your surrender to me is igniting my passion. I am expressing my feeling for you with my lips, but my growing lust needs more. I am erect and aching for you now. There is no time for foreplay. How did this happen? My animal brain is in control now. The genteel side of me has surrendered. It is in retreat in its exhaustion.
I desperately need to be in you. I need to feel your heat surrounding my cock, caressing it and and coaxing it to release itself into you. I need that, but first I needed to taste you. It is the animal side of me that needs to claim you and stake my claim my marking you with my tongue, and arouse you so that you will commit to me. It is a ritual that is probably eons old. A ritual of a man staking his claim to his mates feminine hole with his tongue, edging her to brink of ecstasy so that she will succumb to him and be his for that night, with the hope that her memory of how he makes her feel will have her returning to him night and after night to rekindle the fire that only he can light deep inside her vagina.
So I slide down to the bottom of the bed and I hold your thighs open as I lower my face to your peach. I want to savor you but there is no time I just want to immerse my face in your juicy crease and taste you and suckle you and have you open your flower in passion to receive me. I want to be tender and sweet yet some somehow my exhaustion has turned to desperation. I just want you now.
My awareness is hazy, my reason is lost in a haze of lust inside my head. I am feeling around for some order but there is none. All there is is raw animal lust; that lust wants desperately to experience you all of you. I want you in my mouth; I want to be inside of you; I want to feel your twitching anus with my fingers; I want to kiss you and I want to explode in you and I want to hold you. My mind is spinning and I am getting light headed. I need your pussy, that I realize through my exhausted erotic delirium. I lower my face to your vagina and I kiss your vaginal lips like I am a sailor home from a year at sea. I make love to your vagina with my mouth.
Now as I sit here the next day after this happened, it seems a dim memory. I think I might have been a little delirious. I know that I sank my tongue deep in your hole and savored your tangy depths. I sucked on your erect clit until you shuddered holding my head tightly to your pussy as the orgasm burrowed into you and forced you to press your spasming vagina against my lips.
I was beyond aching by now. I was inflamed. I kneeled between your legs as if I was about to jump into the ocean. This ocean however was the warm and loving body that I knew so well. I held your legs open to expose your beautiful pussy to my eyes. I wanted to admire it but the animal lust in me had no interest in admiration, it wanted sensation. The sensation of impaling you, of sinking deep into your wetness. Your pussy was still twitching in the afterglow of orgasm. I lowered my pelvis towards your gaping hole and nestled my cockhead in the caress of your warm wet inner lips. I pushed slowly but
firmly into you. My engorged cockhead parted your lips and found your hole. I leaned into you and the mouth of your vagina seemed to yawn open to yield my entry into you. As I got the my engorged bulbous cockhead into you, your vagina seemed to have a mind of its own. I felt like I was being sucked in and swallowed by this hungry mouth, a mouth that wanted to be force fed my liquid lust.
I sank into you and laid on top of you. I was insane with lust. I began to rhythmically grind on you, pushing you down into the bed without pulling out. I was rotating and grinding my pubic bone against your vulva and you were responding by pushing up against me. I kept grinding my penis deep inside of you as if I was trying to get deeper and deeper into you. But I was buried as far I could go. Our pubic bones were grinding against each other. You wrapped you arms around me as I sank deeper and deeper into this mysterious place in my brain. My sense of place was distorted. I had no thought of where I was. All I knew is that I was in your vagina. I could feel your growing heat. I had no body, no arms, no legs, or head or torso, all that I had was a cock. That cock wanted only one thing: to grind the womanly flesh inside of your vagina until it was steaming and weeping with passion. To get it so aroused that it would open and accept the thick ropes of my liquid seed.
You grabbed my face and began to kiss me hard on the lips. My blood was in a rapid boil now and the cocktail of my cum was churning inside of me. I could hear my pulse roaring in my ears. I feared that I might faint before I experienced the divine relief of emptying into you. You kissed me hard and I felt myself losing control.
My penis was no longer mine. You had taken control of it and you wanted my cum now. You proceeded to get me to give it to you by passionately kissing me. You have always known that that is the fastest way to get me to unload; all you need to do is kiss me while you savor and caress my penis deep inside of you. The combination of your lips on mine and the wet warm caress of your vagina holding me and squeezing me, milking me is more than I can bear.
I feel the tension building in me as I am approaching my threshold. You suck my lower lip into your mouth. I am done for. My balls twitch and recede into me and the thunder starts deep inside of my asshole. It builds in a swirling whirlwind of sensation and then it erupts in several strong spasms as my anus contracts and releases. I grimace as I give in to the intense relief I feel as I squirt my passion into you in forceful spurts. I hold you close and push my groin into you. I need to push against you as I empty myself into you. I can’t seem to stop the wonderful spasms behind my balls even after I have nothing left to give you. The sensation of pushing against you triggers several dry orgasms.
I collapse in your arms and I lay there. I am totally gone now. My physical exhaustion has caught up to my mental exhaustion. My sex is empty and my head is empty I have nothing left to give. I have reached a balance in my exhaustion. I am so tired I cannot get up. I lay there as you go into the bathroom to pee. When you come back you bring a damp washcloth so I can wipe our mixed secretions from my penis. I sleepily wipe up and roll over to hug you. That is the last thing I remember.
The next thing I knew it was this morning. Begrudgingly I got up to start this entry and get ready for work. Stasis has returned, my brain is in balance. I think of you affectionately as I sit here writing this. You are my warm wonderful loving lady. I will think of you all day long.
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