so i’ve had the most improbable experience.
i had to stop having sex because something other than my vagina or my partner gave out.
i know, i wasn’t expecting it either. i’m always stopping because the lube maker goes on strike or my vagina hangs out it’s little ‘under repair’ sign or something and i just can’t fuck anymore.
over the years i’ve learned that if i just start nice and slow and ease that lovely hard penis in there gently the machinery will warm up eventually and sometimes that will turn out to be the best shag of the day. if you’re wondering why that is? i think it has to do with sensitivity.
the more sex i have in any given session the more likely it is that i’ll come when he’s inside me just from fucking and the more likely it is that i’ll get multipley and gooshey all over us. [and there's some sensations i just love that are completely new to me!]
basically i think it’s because when you first start into a shagfest you are still wearing your outside skin. you’ve had clothing on all day and you haven’t been playing games with someone for hours while seeing how many puddles you could leave on the bed.
you are still ticklish in the way that doesn’t go straight to your genitals and make you go *twitch* and none of your pink bits have opened yet and you’re practically still holding in your gut (metaphorically speaking because really, if you can hold in your tummy while having sex, and if you WANT to? you are just not having enough fun) and heck you aren’t even sweaty yet!
as the day passes and you have your [insert preferred menu here] quickie followed by a snuggle and a shower with some great foreplay and a little cock in the back of your throat and then maybe a move to the bed for a round two that involves some pussy licking followed by some soixante neuf and then a long lovely shag in multiple positions leading directly to the cool down snuggle which accidentally leads to round three even though you thought your bits were done and there’s some gushing and oh my god from both of you and he comes for the second time and you say ‘hey, how about a little snack’ and he cheerfully buries his face in your pussy?
that’s when things get crazy.
and for me this pattern never varies. no wait, i don’t mean that’s the menu for every shagfest, that would get utterly boring and fast. i mean that the crazy has to escalate.
i don’t ever have the first orgasm of the day be multiple and i’ve never successfully given a multiple to myself. i always stop because of the sensitivity so it takes a lover who just keeps going and somehow bam i’m over the first one and rising and rising and then off i go and sometimes it like just doesn’t stop.
and i think it’s because you’re open and already sort of going and you’re both more and less sensitive. i mean we fucked his penis numb the other day so he probably could have shagged for hours on a numb dick if i hadn’t been finished.
and it wasn’t my pussy!
no no
there i was coming all over his face and my bed and my hips are rising and rising and rising into the air and i swear they’re going to hit the ceiling and then?
i am not kidding but i bucked myself off the bed.
what i haven’t told you at this point is that i also took a serious ab class on saturday morning.
so i’m still coming, my hips are in the air, some part of my back is resting on the edge of the bed while he holds on to my hips and KEEPS FEASTING!!! and my head is now three inches off the floor.
and that’s when i realise.
i’m about to do a roll-up (think of a sit-up with a rounder spine and deeper ab work) and if i do i will seize up and my abs will die and i won’t be able to work or move for days.
but i’m STILL COMING!
so i shoutwhisperbreathe “stop… can’t take any…. more” and i push on his head and he stops and we both start to laugh. and i sort of work myself back on to the bed and collapse all giddy and then i pulsed inside for what felt like an hour.
an hour!
and my abs were still sore on tuesday… from SUNDAY!
i just think that’s pretty impressive.
it’s become funny because i promptly went out for lunch with my friend s and told her that story and she started laughing and said ‘with me it’s my throat… i’m a bit of a screamer you know’
perhaps we’ve graduated? our pussies are in fact in shape or something?
