badinfluencegirl

there’s this one particular kind of sex that i love to have and i love it most especially in the morning. it’s funny because i rarely come from this kind of sexual encounter and i even more rarely care.

it’s that thing where you roll over a little and start to stroke each other’s skin while you’re still half asleep. where your breath changes slowly from sleepy to sexy and you roll over a little more.

where you start to kiss and your toes start to nuzzle and okay well honestly it’s around this point that one of you loses it and races for the toilet and then you both brush your teeth and then you go back to bed. but that isn’t good smut in the same way that stopping to put on a condom doesn’t make good smut. all of the above are nonetheless a very good idea.

so you roll over and start kissing and your toes start to nuzzle and slowly but surely your skin starts to get all happy about there being other skin to enjoy underneath all these deliciously warm covers in that oh so nice and languid sunday morning state.

hands start roaming with more purpose on backs and breasts and slowly but surely you end up in that most heavenly someone on top posture and your bodies start to find that rhythm as toes and knees and belly buttons get reacquainted.

you’re getting aroused now, more awake than asleep but still in that divine state of other that comes of not having been dressed yet that day or really having left the bed at all. penis and vagina begin flirting with each other and whispering sweet nothings into each others ears.

skin rubs lusciously on skin as nipples and thighs greet each other familiarly and contentedly; slowly but surely urgency grows and bodies speed up while genitalia reach for each other, breath will quicken and deepen and suddenly the stars are aligned correctly and.

and he slides home, well okay, eases on in slowly as your body stretches to meet him and eventually he makes it all the way in, and you start to move, still hot and slow but growing more urgent now, breath deep in your chests and occasional pants sighing into each others ears.

i swear sometimes just hearing my partner sex breathe gets me more excited.

sweat springs up on backs and one of you tosses the blankets away and you get more and more urgent as your mouths and genitals meet and mate and enjoy each other.  you get wetter and wetter as the oldest dance continues and you laugh and grunt and groan and fuck until he makes that particular face unique to all men and you feel him pulsate and quiver inside you as you clench and release him…

god i love that kind of sex. love it to pieces and nearly never come from it because i tend to be unable to come from intercourse unless i’ve had one or two already.

nope, i don’t get it either but that’s the way my body is.

why is it that that kind of sex leaves me glowing and happy and bouncing all day even without the apparently required orgasm? it seems strange to me and yet is a truth nonetheless that this is one of my favouritest ways to fuck and the one least likely to get me off.

i don’t get off but nonetheless i find myself deeply satisfied on a level that is somehow just as, if not more important. maybe it’s not all about the oh! after all hmm?