Since before Christmas, the opportunity for J and I to make love has been derailed by distractions of various kinds. In the wake of those distractions I was initially left with a cock that was aching in its desire. As time wore on and MMO opportunities diminished and love making was more sporadic, my desire waned, leaving me feeling hollow and despondent. J and I have always noted the use or lose it nature of our lovemaking. When we are physically distant for any period of time, our desire shrinks and the passion that accompanies it takes a nap.
So it has been for the last 6 weeks. Then I left last week from Tuesday to Thursday. I did have an absolutely exquisite MMO session last week in the hotel (see my last blog entry). The intensity of that string of orgasms wetted my sheets with the expression of sweet orgasm; they twisted my body for more than two hours. The net result was that when I came home the next day my libido was honed to a sharp edge. All I needed was a cooperative wife to nurture my arousal and suck the sweet juice of my ardent passion from me.
When I am aroused my outlook on life is affected, in particular my perception of and interaction with J is acutely affected. As is typical with most guys and their women, when I am aroused I am all over her. I can’t kiss her enough times. I want to inhale her, kiss her pussy lips passionately, and tongue her lady lips to bloom and open their petals for me.
It doesn’t take long for my kisses and embraces to communicate that I desire her. She in turn is almost always responsive to my desire. My arousal will spark hers and vice versa.
So on Thursday night as I cuddled up behind her while she was washing the dishes, I kissed her neck and slipped my hands under her sweater to cradle her warm breasts. I felt her nipples rise and harden in my palms. She leaned her head back surrendering to the erotic assault of my fingers on her aching nipples as my pinching and kissing sent waves of electric pleasure down the skin of her belly. Gravity and lust was causing that pleasure to flow to the center if her femininity, to her warming vagina. The passion was draining into her gaping wet pussy lips, making them weep their own longing. Her pussy was sucking it all in while her eyes closed and her head leaned back on my shoulder. She clearly got my intention. We wordlessly agreed that we would have a date that night.
Then at 8 PM she got on the computer, I unpacked my bags, got organized for Friday and took a shower. I shaved my cock and balls to silky smoothness and teased myself to hardened preparation for her. At 10 PM I got into bed to read and waited for her to come to bed.
But when J gets engaged with her work time can fly by.
The next thing I knew it was 12 midnight, the lights were on and I had fallen asleep with my book on my chest. I was awoken by the lights getting turned off and the sensation of the bed moving as she got in. In my hazy semi awareness I noticed a candle flickering on my dresser and her warm body from the shower sliding in beside me. She felt so nice next to me, but I was soooo sleepy.
The light sleep that had engulfed me in the last hour and a half had relaxed my body and dulled my desire. There was a dreamy blanket of lethargy that was covering my body. It weighed me down and made me feel heavy and dazed; sleepiness had saturated my head and would not let go. It tried to coax me back to the grey haze that clouded my mind where only moments earlier I was lost in quiet relaxation.
Still ….she felt so good lying next to me. But it was just so hard to escape the luxurious warmth of sleep and express the memory of desire that was kindling in my hardened cock only a few hours earlier.
So as I lay there in the flickering half light of our room, this sanctified place where we expressed our passion for each other so many times I was resigning myself to a warm cuddle and the pleasure of sleep. But J’s nakedly seductive form next to me would have none of that. I could sense the fire radiating from her pussy; she was going to have her way.
So as I half heartedly struggled to gain consciousness I felt her sweet warm lips on my own. Their magic was instantaneous as they reignited my desire for her. The fuel that kindled my need was the warm soft need of her sweet lips breathing her rich feminine passion into my lungs. I drank from her mouth like a parched Bedouin slaking his thirst at in a cool shaded oasis. I sucked in her desire in gulps until I was swooning.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of her need I was almost immobilized. As we parted lips I gasped to catch my breath. But I didn’t have long to compose myself as I felt her sliding down in the bed like a snake intent on its prey. She trailed kisses down my neck as her intended target was becoming clear in my befuddled mind. I lay immobile waiting for the divine connection that I knew was coming.
Then it happened. Her lips that were warmed by my own arrived at my chest and delicately alighted on my left nipple. She deftly latched onto the turgid nub and rolled it between her lip and upper teeth. The sensation was excruciating and incredibility arousing. The intense anguish of pure erotic bliss crackled around my nipple like static electricity seeking ground. My hardened nipple in her mouth was like a steel spike in the earth that was attracting the jolt of lightning from her soul. I imagined the sparks converging on my agonized hardened male teat dancing all over its taught hard flesh, teasing it and tantalizing it. I felt the exquisite stimulation enter my body thru my nipple and I felt it radiating to every erogenous spot on me. I stiffened and surrendered. In my rigid acceptance of this pleasure I could not move.
As I laid there in rapturous bliss I could feel the precum drooling on my belly from my partially stiff penis. My prostate was pumping in trembling spasms, expressing the warm nectar of my own passion for her. I felt her hand trail down my chest and discover the still warm puddle on my belly. Her finger searched for the warm wellspring from which my passion leaked. She traced the outline of my lower abdomen to the base of my cock and followed the purple veined path that led from the foundation of my manhood to its throbbing oozing crown. At the source of my dripping clear desire, the slit at the tip of my corona, her finger found what it was looking for . . . the slippery hot spring that was flowing my passion in a stream.
Her finger teased my anguished slit, coaxing it to release its crystal clear liquid treasure, the delicate teasing effected her wish as my penis jerked and regurgitated the juicy essence of my sexuality; it coated her finger so thickly that it was running down her finger to her palm.
My breathing was coming in irregular gulps now. I wanted to kiss her, to taste her pussy and impale her but she had he under a spell which had me glued to the bed. I was her victim, awaiting the fatal sting.
Her wet finger, coated with the warm slick passion that only moments early was deep inside my body, began to retrace the way to the base of my cock. But it didn’t stop at my cock, she traversed the sprinkled trembling skin that held my balls and playfully hefted them. But not for long.
J knows my body and she knows all my hot spots and she knows what happens when she suckles my nipple to desperate hardness and does a perineum massage on me. I knew what was coming and it seemed like an eternity until she pushed my balls up and sought that spot underneath my balls that would complete the circuit.
Her delicate finger found the little indentation and nestled into it little a baby bird settling in a nest. She then began to make small circles around the tender spot …teasing me. I began to vocalize my love for her as I held her head to my nipple. Then like a carefully aimed bullet her finger found that indentation of my sweet spot and firmly pressed upward. The impact was instantaneous and explosive. The circuit was complete. The electricity that was gathered around my nipple shot a beeline to her finger under my balls and in its path it gripped my penis and tugged mercilessly at it. I arched my back and groaned audibly as the erotic agony pulled on my cock and extended it to its full steely length.
The desperation in me was so great that my prostate began to thump wildly. It was like a gorilla in a cage that demanded attention. My penis flailed and throbbed. The blood was rushing in my ears. I was overwhelmed with raw sexual need. I needed her and I needed her now.
I gently grabbed her shoulders and rolled her off of me onto her back. She was as agitated as I was and she gladly gave her body over to my physical suggestion. As she eased on her back she gracefully parted her legs, opening her thighs to reveal her swollen flower. It was red and parted in its lust. The hole at the core of her femininity glistened with the dew of her need. Her lips were dusky pink and engorged with the blood of her lust.
I was in a desperate hurry but I didn’t want to rush. My dripping prong had its target, I raised myself over her and held my flesh spike in readiness to impale her. The immanency of sweet sensation was a tease. It was like Christmas morning seeing the colorful present and knowing that it was about to make you joyously happy.
I lowered myself to the mouth of her pussy, the stiffness held my cock and prevented it from flopping or swaying. It was like a missile that had a target and it was locked in on that target. Then as if it was guided by a computer I met my target. But instead of exploding on impact, the target reached up to my drooling organ as she thrust her pelvis up to kiss the tip of my corona with her sweet pussy lips.
Once she felt the wet hard heat of my penis at the mouth of her pussy she was insatiable.
The mouth of her vagina opened and began to swallow my cock like she was a sword swallower and my penis was a rigid steel weapon. She pulled my flesh deep into the pit of her vagina. It was as if she was savoring it and sucking it like it was a rich sweet reward. She pulled me down onto her as her pussy greedily swallowed me whole.
When we fuck it is like a dance. Sometimes I lead and she follows and sometimes we dance separately together, enjoying the divine friction of our desire. But this time it was different. It was as if we were fighting for control of this anguished search for pleasure. I parried into her stabbing at her wet aching pussy as she struggled to grasp me and tug at my cock as I lunged. Our fevered fencing match continued with my lunges and her deft dodging and tugging.
We ground and thrust like frenzied weasels until she pushed me over onto my back. Straddling my pelvis with my cock buried deep in her pussy and her full weight on my groin, I was at her mercy. She was winning this wrestling match now. With her hands leaning on my shoulders supporting her weigh she pressed her pussy down onto my pubic bone and firmly rubbed her erect clit vigorously on the base of my cock. At the same time she was humping and grinding on me she was rhythmically milking my hypersensitive penis with the muscles inside her vagina as she desperately tried to coax my sweet cream from me.
The rich scent of her arousal was filling the room. Her humping became more staccato and irregular as I knew she was on the brink of orgasmic rapture. Then she moaned from deep in her belly and froze solid as I felt the twitching spasms at the mouth of her vagina pulsing on my penis as her orgasm crashed into her vagina. The heat inside her pussy was incendiary. It was all I could do to hold my own spewing climax back.
She lay on my chest and gently rubbed her quaking pussy against my desperate cock as the orgasm echoed inside her.
I stroked her head and back as she lay awash in orgasmic bliss. She continued to rub her sodden soft pussy on my hardened cock as the play of her orgasm went thru its entire performance. I was aching in my need to spew my passion. But I suppressed the intensity of my own need to share the sweet relaxation that was washing over her.
But I knew she felt the insistent hardness of my penis deep inside her. As her rubbing slowed my own need to spurt began to consume me.
However before I could go do anything J exercised her knowledge of my sexual nature and my orgasmic triggers. She knows the effect that her kisses have on me when I am extremely aroused.
So lifting her head from my shoulder where she was enjoying the aftershocks of her climax, she lowered her lips to mine. And so this erotic dance that we began only a short while earlier with a kiss was to end on a kiss. Holding my face between her hands she began to kiss me again. This however was not a kiss of convenience or guilt … this was a kiss of deep passion. A kiss that acknowledged that my hard desperate penis was buried deep inside the sweet soft caress of her pussy. A kiss that acknowledged the depth of her adoration for me. A kiss that expressed the uniquely erotic connection that joins not only my penis and her pussy but our minds.
The intensity of her desire always overwhelms me when we fuck. She knows that her kiss will push me over the precipice into the freefall of my climax. And indeed it was about to do that.
I felt her kiss stirring the passion in me to an inferno. That heat was melting every bit of sexuality in me into a pool of creamy lust. My insides were a steaming and bubbling cauldron of unfulfilled desire. And still she kissed me, driving me wild with that desire. I was swimming in a sea of passion and I was about to drown in the warmth of her kisses.
Then just as the intensity of the moment was about to make me go insane, I felt the contraction begin as a tightening deep in my rectum. As she relentlessly continued to kiss me and probe my mouth with her tongue my insides were squeezed in the grasp of what can only be described as white hot sizzling pleasure.
My mouth opened, I couldn’t concentrate on her kiss any longer. All I could feel was the steaming pool of cum deep inside of me as it was about to boil over. I hugged her tightly as the exquisite agony wracked my body and began to make me pump my hot thick cream deep into her pussy. The spasms were hard and deep as I felt the tight ropes of my cum splash inside her pussy. She gripped my pumping penis with her pussy muscles as she drank deeply from my spewing organ.
The pleasure was indescribable. I held her tightly as I thrust up into her. She in turn held onto me like she was riding a giant wave, a wave that was crashing not onto her but into her. I groaned and grunted in acknowledgement of my intense pleasure. Then I collapsed under her.
I was spent but not empty. Where before I was filled with passion and lust, they were now gone. What was now filling the void that they left was a deep and reassuring love I feel for this warm lovely woman in my arms. As my penis softened in the warm caress of her quivering vagina my resolve to love her and worship her filled me as it always does in the peaceful moments following a lusty crescendo.
This was a divine moment where desire and fulfillment of that desire met in a beautiful and erotic dance of human emotions. She knows me so well and she knows just how to feed my desire and coax my adoration in return.
2 Comments On This Entry
- indiasextalk on Memories, Boulders and Paul McCartney
- indiasextalk on I Can't Stop
- indiasextalk on I Can't Stop
- Motorman on Amazing Orgasm
- nishu029 on Amazing Orgasm
- nishu029 on Amazing Orgasm
- Sterling101 on Amazing Orgasm
- lonely6172 on Amazing Orgasm
- iamsmooth on Male Anal Pleasure and Shame
- Miss_C. on Driving Mr. Penis
- anal sex
- back yard
- Coming Soon
- erotic urges
- growing up
- hard cock
- hotel window
- Its More than Sex
- male fantasy
- male multiple orgasm
- multiple orgasms
- new hampshire
- oral sex
- orgamic spasm
- orgasmic shudder
- outdoor fucking
- pre cum
- rockets. pools
- ropes of semen
- sexy thoughts
- The truth about cum
- thick creamy cum
- volcano of sperm