there is something about dragging your ass home after a sexual encounter. something about that feeling of your pussy throbbing against the seat of your car and feeling your pulse radiate through your heat.
that sense of having been well used, rode hard and put up wet so to speak [originally an expression to do with horses that means it was worked hard and not taken care of before being abandoned for the night... generally quite bad for the horse. now used more to indicate well-used and rather done], fucked silly if you must.
sometimes, not very often but sometimes, all the stars come together and things *just work.* not only do they just work but they threaten to keep working for hours and hours if you’ll let them. such sessions are only ever interrupted by one or both parties actually claiming breakage OR by some external action.
sometimes you finish a round and almost immediately your fingers are wandering into what leads either to sleep or further fucking.
the kind of further fucking where he has to ease in sloooowly because she’s tender and almost bruised already. bruised is, of course, the wrong word.
because if i was actually bruised it would be impossible to fuck me, i would cringe and flinch and you would wilt like an unwatered lily. most people do, wilt at a flinch that is.
i’m not sure i could trust a being who didn’t wilt when another being flinched. and no, i don’t mean that ‘ack is that a flogger i hear whistling through the air’ reaction either.
so there you are, already tender and sore from the world class, in the archives under ‘favourites’ while you’re still doing it, stop in the middle for another uncountable number of orgasms from that magical mouth while he cruelly doesn’t stuff four fingers inside you like he did for the first round of head, come all over his penis and gush all over the bed repeatedly, finish him with your mouth but get him there with your rampaging pussy, porn worthy sex and you just sort of can’t help it but you’re not quite done are you?
so you wander with your fingers and and feel a stirring and encourage it with ear nuzzling and nipple tweaking and you hear his breath catch and the next thing you know his cock is in the back of your throat and you’re coming again and then you want to fuck.
you don’t just want to fuck, you need, yearn, pant, thrust, moan and ache to fuck. you tremble on already shaking legs and your pussy quails because it’s already so well fucked and yet your stupendous, amazing, insatiable kitty that just shoved itself all over the four fingers inside it and tried for the knuckles opens just a little and that dear sweet coming-home feeling of a penis sliding in makes you groan in a long slow noise pressed from your chest as you fuck once more.
the kind of fuck that requires you to act like a virgin until your cranky and overused pussy softens and melts and finally throbs and gushes before, in one long cry, you come together and collapse, utterly exhausted, on to each other.
you try to kiss necks but the salt is too thick and somehow?
if you didn’t need to wake up in the morning and drag your sorry ass to work?
your fingers still want to wander.
nay, not want to wander. wander of their own free will. find their way with no coaching whatsoever onto bits covered in nerve endings. bits that cause breath to catch and nethers to stir.
trickle down a waist or along the curve of a thigh. slide the length of a leg or dance across a tummy. circle and stroke and titillate and tantalize.
feel your eyes drop heavy and your centre get filled and low with wanting all over again.
that’s the kind of day i’m having.
i’m so tender right now that i can feel my pussy throbbing two hours after i got home. i felt it against the seat of my car and i feel it now and most especially i felt it while typing this post.
i feel it in the shafts of want that spear through me and the daze my eyelids droop into as i remember what i was doing so few hours ago.
most of all i feel little tiny jets of lube and i know that if a fuckable human walked through my door right now i would spread my legs and reach.
in fact i might even lean up and grab and drag it down on top of me. more, more, more licking and groping and sucking and fucking!
some days there just isn’t enough sex in the world…
