New and Improved: Spanking!

Allright, I'm gonna break it down for those who haven't tried this and/or don't understand the related pleasure.

 

There are a couple misconceptions regarding spanking that I carried with me for a long time and I think are the reason so many people hesitate trying it.  I am certainly no expert, but let me try to dispel a few myths that I had about this before I learned better!

 

Maybe I'll influence a couple of you sexy people out there to give it a whirl...or a whack so to speak!

 

--Myth 1: It hurts and pain is not my thing!--

 

It doesn't have to hurt!  A nice spanking can range from a little tap to a stinging flail, but it's all in what will make YOU feel the sexiest.  My Adonis, always looking for new ways to pleasure me, thought I might be interested in spanking and so started experiencing with best location to smack and how much force is pleasurable to me.  I'm more than pleased to say he has found just the right spot and pressure to make me moan each time... even when just in passing and not in the throes of passion.  For me, it's just at the "shelf" of my butt, as I am fairly well-endowed in this area, and just a medium firmness - enough to make it jiggle a little.  Naturally it increases in intensity during sexy fun times, but I don't like the location to change or move about.  Any further north or south - even side to side - and I dislike the feeling.

 

--Myth 2: It's degrading or sick like punishing your lover.--

 

Not at all.  If my Adonis wanted to punish or degrade me, he would be a selfish lover and never care for my little fantasies or desires.  Trust me, I was married to THAT selfish guy for a few years.  This is a little fantasy that he has experimented with time and again to get it just right for me.  He loves to see me lose concentration momentarily and my eyes roll back in my head the moment his hand lands on my tender spot.  He finds it especially fun when I'm too rushed making dinner or trying hard to get ready to walk out the door with my two and a half year old to do some taxing chore.  He waits for that private moment between the two of us when I'm rattling away in my nervous habit of talking when stressed, walks up behind me, gives me a gentle whack in the right spot, then closes the distance between us quickly to feel my back arch against his chest in pleasure.  He gets a little greedy with my reaction sometimes and tries to sneak a few more in when I'm running late.  Well... I wasn't really complaining about that... LOL.

 

--Myth 3: I think I'll still feel degraded or ashamed to try it.--

 

If you have a lover who is open to trying new things, talk with them about this.  I have a bit of a fetish with my butt because I think it's my best asset (teehee).  I like my lover to admire it, touch it, pamper it, comment how good it looks in tight jeans, etc.  To me, this is just one more way to show desire for it - to touch it in such a way that flatters it into jiggling nicely.  As particular as I am about how, where, and when I like it, when he gets those three things down to a science I also feel a certain sort of appreciation and love surrounding it.  He has taken the time and effort to really make sure it is pleasurable for me - for the sole purpose of making me feel sexy and amazing.  So, quite the opposite of the myth I once had about it.

 

Hopefully you'll read these arguments for trying out this exciting taboo and give it a try. Or if you already engage in it I've hopefully given you a new appreciation for all that is involved in making it pleasurable for you. 

 

More adventures soon!

<3 Crescendo

 

 

Wanton Wednesday: Power of Pain

A friend of mine has recently started reading my blog and she knows both myself and my Adonis from times before we were an intimate couple.  We'll call her Deedee for future reference. She's been a friend for a long time and is a very pretty and buxum gal.  Her countenance is sweet and caring.  For my regular readers, maybe I'll get her to participate in a HNT with me in the future!!  (That's Half Nekked Thursday, Deedee - I know you're new to the scene!)

 

So, a quick "Hi!" to her and any new readers who have come along - and a thanks to my loyal regulars.

 

- On with the story! -

Anyway, I have recently crushed my foot with my screen door and had a bit of an upset emotionally with my Adonis.  They say that sometimes what doesn't kill us, makes us hornier... wait - I don't think that's right... anywhooooo it applies in this situation. Errr maybe in all situations involving me... ha!

 

Going about every day life makes us a bit complacent at times; satisfied for the normal mind-blowing orgasms we come to expect from our sexy significant others - not too concerned for the fun, unusual and explorative days of rarity that get thrown in here and there.

 

Seems like it takes an upset to shake things up!

 

Since our little emotional fallout and my following foot-crushing misstep, Adonis and I have had some unusually sexy, explorative adventures together.

 

Sure, more than one part of my injury RICE (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) care could easily apply to fantastic and fun sexy times.  Go ahead take a moment to think on that. The best parts so far have been the rest and elevation.

 

Elevation is an obvious one - my ankles like to be near his ears!  Let me explain the joys of the "rest" part.

The way my body handles pain is to focus extra sensitivity to other parts of my body than the injured one.  It helps dull the pain in a conscious way.  Of course, this is for unexpected pain... BDSM pain is better focused ON rather than focused away. *grin*

 

We're often rushed and tired due to a little one sleeping in the next room; this can make sex a little more precious and the desire to finish a bit quicker.  We know each other well enough to push all the right buttons, feel intimate, and still get to that finish line before we have officially tired-out or the little guy comes wandering in for a midnight future-repressed-memory moment. This is usually accomplished by the Who's On Top switcharoo.  If he's getting there and I'm not - switcharoo.

 

Don't get me wrong, we both shudder with great satisfaction and feel aglow with love, but we're also two realistic adults and know how to have our cake and eat it too.  Well, because of my injured foot, the switcharoo isn't an option. It's 100% on him to take time, pay attention, and get me to the finish line - which actually has seemed to lead to more play time than before.  We've done more experimenting with positions where I don't have to support my body.  One of our favorites is spooning - this is hard to accomplish intimately if there's a big height difference, but his lips fall right to my shoulder and neck.  Perfect.  Also allows for exploring what feels good and where in a more accessible way.

 

So I've been resting and letting him explore and get creative - and he has definitely met the challenge.  Sometimes more than once in a session! Woot!

 

More later on how Adonis and I might plan to get Deedee involved in this lil blog here...

 

PS - As I'm rereading my post for editing purposes I realized that the funny part about my injury is that we didn't even consider letting it stop us from intimacy.  We just found a work-around - *WINK*

Twilight

We fell asleep in each others' arms, emotionally drained from the day we'd had.  The intimate contact comforted us both as we snuggled soundly in dreamland.

 

What seemed like hours passed and then I groggily felt my Adonis reach around me to spoon me closer. He reached up and began rolling my nipples between his thick fingers; pausing at just the right moment before the pressure became uncomfortable.  I groaned a little and snuggled harder back against his chest.  I gasped when I felt his searching hand trail down my torso, to the inside of my thigh, and up to my panties.  His fingers greedily pulled them aside and started dipping into my natural wetness.  I could smell the sleep still on us both as my body heated in response to his touch.  He must've been awake for a few minutes before he reached out to me because I rolled over to run my hands down his body and felt his boxers pulled down low over his ass and below his firm cock.  His balls were soft in my hand in that sleepy-soft way our skin gets at night.

 

Adonis has a tendency to be a bit of a sleep-groper, which is amazingly flattering in my humble opinion; reaching over to grab flesh hungrily though he is still in that sleepy place between dreamland and being fully awake.  Normally I just kiss him and gently nudge him away, returning to the deep slumber he pulled me from.  For some reason, this time I felt up for something different.

 

The roughness of his touch was lovely. I felt rested and thought it must be the wee hours of the morning, probably with enough time for us to enjoy our playtime before I had to get up for the day. After brief fondling, I wasn't quite as awake as him as he tried to angle my body to push into me from behind. By the way he fumbled around for the sweet spot I could tell that he was a bit drowsy too.  I still couldn't discern if he was awake or in that twilight stage just before.

 

I pulled off the panties he'd only lowered to my mid-thigh and turned towards him. "Come here," I whispered softly as I rolled onto my back and parted my legs.  I knew I couldn't pull up the energy it took to angle myself just right for the big O to hit, so I gave into the pleasure I could get from him finishing satisfyingly in me.  I grabbed the bed sheet with each hand and created a sling over his ass that I pulled hard against him as he thrust into me.  I whispered in his ear "cum for me, baby."  His breathing shallowed and became more labored as he got closer and closer and I heard his grunt as he reached climax, feeling his hot stream pulsing into me.

 

I kissed him gently, wary of my morning breath, and felt quite content letting him lay down next to me for a bit.  But only for a bit.  The wetness still pooled between my lips and the tingling sensation of his pulsing orgasm lingered just inside my cunt.  I tried to push it out of my mind thinking how late it must be and how I'd like to catch a bit more sleep before the alarm went off.  I chanced a glance at the time on my cell phone and was ecstatic to see that it was just around midnight.

 

I would get mine too - and still have plenty of time to catch up on sleep before 6:00 am came.

 

Laying quietly, I allowed him to fall asleep again.  When I heard his light snoring I stealthily moved closer to him as I fingered myself, bringing forth the swelling I knew would get me sufficiently close to orgasm so I could be quick about it and return to dreamland satisfied.

 

He felt me and awoke. He pulled me into the cucoon of blankets he'd created for himself and I whispered, "my turn," to him.  He groggily nodded and I threw my leg over him under the covers to mount him.  I wasted no time starting to rock just the right way I knew would satisfy me.  I felt my nipples rubbing on my soft blank tanktop, which I hadn't bothered to remove, and lost myself in the moment. He came alive under me, aiding me with a thrust of his hips in time with mine - grabbing my supple hips and ass to move me against him in just the right motion and rythm.  I mentally celebrated as the lubricated friction did just as I needed it to.

 

I felt my orgasm blossom and drench both of our tummies and, I imagined, drip down his balls to his ass and create a wet spot in the bed.  I rode out the little aftershocks and then felt my energy drop.  Kissing him gently, I rolled off him, got a towel for us to clean up with, and bid him sweet dreams.  As I heard him drift back into a light snore, I opened up my overnight emails to read myself back to sleep... checked a few blogs on my google reader and finally drifted off.

 

What a lovely midnight encounter.

 

The Rabbitt

My old BOB was like the Model T - slow and labor intensive - compared to my sleek new Rabbitt.

Oh, my dark Adonis, what an amazing gift you have given me.

Shortest record for orgasm via self play before the Rabbitt: 15 minutes

After: 30 seconds (I literally kid you not).

Wow...now I have time to read my erotica novel before bed!

Best. Toy. Ever.

TMI Tuesday: The Turn Ons

Good morning, bloggers!  Time for more TMI Tuesday.
 
 
Ladies, what little "trick" do you use that's guaranteed to turn on your lover?
 
 
I wouldn't say that I often "trick" my lover into arousal, it's more of knowing what drives them wild.  Each man is a little different. Heck, each encounter is a little different.  If I notice my lover has been more into anal lately: I'll kiss him passionately and wrap his arms around me.  Then I'll reach back and pull my g-string panties above my waist line and hand him the string that goes between my buttocks.  I'll move a little so that he pulls them up on me, stimulating my ass, and moan a little in his ear with appropriate timing.
 
 
If I know he's been all about getting oral, I'll be a little more subtle; give him a hug sitting on his lap and then slide down to the floor on my knees to hug his waist.  Then I'll lay my head on his thigh and breathe hotly onto his cock through his dress pants.  I'll do this and even "hard lip" kiss him (teeth behind lips to make up for the loss of sensation through clothing) until he gets hot enough to yank off his pants and demand the real thing.
 
 
I've noticed, above all other turn ons, that just being an aggressive woman in bed seems to heat up even the most dominant man.

Do you put on sexy lingerie and lounge around seductively?

 
If time and situation allows, I actually prefer to slip into a pretty silky mini dress type of lingerie, no panties (or wearing a g-string) for my lover and put on a show.  He loves it when I "present" myself to him as he calls it.  I'll walk around him, slide up and down his body, and maybe dance or grind on him fully clothed a bit to arouse his interest.  Since the skirts of my lingerie usually come down to my butt, it isn't apparent what type of undergarments I'm wearing at first.  I use this to my advantage and when I'm ready to reveal, I'll bend over seductively to touch my toes and display myself to him.  His lovely reaction is usually to dive in face-first, which is fantastic!
 
 
I'm making a romantic dinner for my Adonis tomorrow night and have some lovely. sexy ideas for this encounter.  I'll make sure to share pics if he likes my ideas!

HNT: A New Me

With the new year came a new me...

Out with the old granny panties...

In with the new...(Click HERE to see)



<3 - Crescendo

TMI Tuesday: Five Most Amazing Sexual Moments

Here's my first TMI Tuesday post - borrowing the question from Playfully Yours and Heels n Stockings, two of my deliciously favorite and sexy bloggers.

 

1. Nudity

I'm pretty much a romantic, well an erotic romantic, so I enjoy the sensations of sexuality as much as the sex.  Many of my favorite moments include playtime where my body meets with my partner's in complete nudity.  Just feeling the course hair of a male lover against my soft and supple female skin is enough to get me wet and ready.  Laying next to each other, just running hands over each other without necessarily touching genitals or breasts starts many a steamy moment.  Going from touching smooth, hairless skin on his sides, back, and buttocks, to the soft hair on his legs and torso, to the coarse hair on his face heightens my senses and makes every sexual touch to follow that more sensitive.

 

2. Old Faithful

After almost an hour of playful teasing, touching, caressing, kissing, licking, and other general deliciousness - I was riding my Adonis hard...breathe abated, pussy pulsing, I got the right groove grinding my clit into his pelvis with his cock buried in me.  I felt the surge of the orgasm coming on and I began moaning, my mind deep in the moment... when suddenly a warm liquid surrounded my cunt, ran up the crack of my ass and down to each of my knees.  He came just after I did, hard, eyes rolled back in his head as if he'd left the planet entirely.  I freaked out - I thought I had peed on my lover and we are both definitely not into bodily waste during playtime.  I stopped, shocked and searched his expression.  Could he have missed it? He had a giant grin on his face as held my hips and excitedly said, "I've read about this, but never had the pleasure of experiencing it."  This was the day I learned that I was a gusher. :)

Happens all the time now! Woot!

 

3. Self-gasm

I was raised in a home where sex was dirty - we didn't speak of it at all and when my mom found out I was sexually active she acted completely disappointed in me; as if I'd broken her heart.  Good thing she found out nearly 5 years *after* I had actually become sexually active or she may have literally cried. LOL Anyway, as this completely unhealthy attitude towards sex was thrust (no pun intended) upon us growing up, my brother and I were never given the tools we needed to self-appreciate our sexuality.  I'm sure at some point it came natural to my brother to learn to "rub one out" otherwise he may have been more of an angry freak than he is today, but I interpreted a special hell for girls who touched themselves.  Being a sexual creature my drive had always attracted a partner for me and kept me satiated without searching out self-pleasure much... and then I got married.  Sure, he found me attractive to begin with, but quickly - well before the engagement ended and the hell of our marriage began - he lost interest in me.  By the time I had my son I was obviously completely unattractive to him. (How about that for TMI, Tuesday readers!?)

 

*Pushes background behind me where it belongs*  Uhem.

Needing to feel like the prowess I truly am, I decided one night to pull out the wedding-shower gag gift a girlfriend had gotten me and see how this vibrator thing worked.  (Hubby hadn't slept in my bedroom for well over a year at this point.) Mmmm it felt pleasant enough...I had no idea what I was doing here, so I tried to just close my eyes and imagine sexy things.  This took me so far, but alas I remained hungry for more.  More attempts than I'd like to admit left me depressed, horny, and outright miserable.  One particular night I found some porn online that interested me in a surprising way.  Sure, I'd kissed a few girls before, but never expected two woman playing with every pretty dangly and moist part of each other would heat me up the way it did.  This was the moment I had been waiting for - I grabbed my "blue big boy" as I had started affectionately referring to it and watched and played.  Before I knew it, the electricity built under my hands and my pussy tightened around the deep blue vibrator.  I throbbed over and over as the orgasm washed over me.  Now I knew what power I had  - I used it anytime I needed it. Right up until my "blue big boy" died (the battery cover separated from the gel shaft) - and I haven't found a favorite toy since! (Suggestions welcomed!)

 

Gonna keep it brief for the other two here! LOL

 

4. Gift-gasm

I had been friends with my Adonis for several years before our craving for each other became known.  A tipsy night at a local dive had us groping and swallowing each others' faces suddenly on our way to his car.  He took me home that night; it had been years since I'd really had sex despite the fact that I was married before him.  He was briefly living with his parents after a move from a few states away while he searched out a decent local apartment and so we ended up in their living room that night.  While we are both adults, and his poor parents probably had every indication what was probably going on, we both found it extremely arousing to be "sneaking around" in their living room.  To cover any noise we might make we put on the Star Trek (2009) blu-ray.  Needless to say I was a bit nervous not knowing why my ex-husband had lost interest in me - was I suddenly bad in bed? Fat? Ugly? Had having a child changed me?  As he peeled away my clothing, he literally worshiped every inch of me. Moaning at my sight, saying I was a vision to behold.  He, himself, had waited over two years for a partner he could find a deep enough interest in to have sex with.  We played for two full hours - worshipping each other with our mouths and our fingertips.  The moment came and I found myself on the floor being filled with his thick cock, pleasure washed over me, my doubts faded away - I knew this was the true me, the sexually attractive one. That night, despite my arguments that I was taking too long to orgasm, he made sure I did and that I enjoyed it and then he kissed me and started getting dressed.  He hadn't orgasmed at all.  I was aghast that it'd been two years for him too and yet he just assured me he enjoyed it as much as I did, maybe more... It was the best gift-gasm ever.

 

5.Cyber Flirting
I have gotten off completely via cyber flirting/cyber sex.  Haven't explored this yet?
Don't think so? Didn't you just read my blog?

Love ya'll,
-Crescendo

Woman's Viewpoint: Top 5 Sexy (but non-sexual) Things

Sensuality is part of feeling sexy.

Here are my top five sensual things that aren't necessarily sexy, but sure can feel that way.  I'd like to see a male viewpoint perhaps in the comments or in another blog post.

5.  Sliding a pair of soft-as-silk cotton pj bottoms over a perfectly fitting g-string thong.  A super-soft cotton henley shirt that accentuates your curves perfectly pairs with this nicely.


4. Taking a hot, soapy shower and suddenly realizing you have no reason to rush out...and then lingering a few extra minutes.


3.  Brushing your hair, slowly and gently.

2. A cool breeze against bare skin on a warm, sunny day.  Alternately, the feeling of an oscillating sprinkler as it occasionally showers over you while you sunbathe.

1. Waking up from a sexy dream, every inch of your skin alive, heart palpitating, sweaty, and thirsting for more.

More adventures soon...
-Crescendo

HNT

Well, my first HNT post will have to wait...

I have the pics, but they aren't loaded up and I'm too exhausted by the man who couldn't wait til tomorrow night for me and bent me over his bed with three other guys in his living room chatting within earshot and took me as he pleased.

Hooray for skirts, knee high socks, mary janes, margaritas, and v-strings.

Remember this post for next week's HNT.

Love ya, lambies...

-Crescendo

Can You Master Me?

I doubt I have had any dedicated subscribers/readers so far, but I want to talk about why I started and then suddenly stopped this blog... this blog that fulfills one sexual fantasy of mine through exhibitionism.

Simply put, my Adonis and I were having relationship troubles. While I'd feel more comfortable saying that I can separate love and sex with him as I have done several times with other men, I simply can't.  With him the sex is better because of the love and the love is better because of the sex.  

We are two souls that have known each other longer than we can identify - but no love lies totally in perfection - in fact imperfection is often what makes love stronger.  We had to both mature enough in our relationship to realize this and I think we're finally getting there. 

After a separation and reconciliation, our relationship started to take on a new meaning to me.  Why waste these moments? Why waste the opportunity to be in an amazing relationship with this person because of past hurts, past fears, past abuses?  And I couldn't give an answer. So little by little, now that we've reconciled, I've been throwing caution into the wind.

One way was to share an erotic story with him I'd be reading titled Rough Cut by Mari Carr.  It was on the Kindle free book list so I thought I'd give it a look.  It is more of a short story than a book, but it was chock full of lovely, desirable playfulness.

It talked about a woman coming to terms with her desire for BDSM.  She wanted to be dominated, she wanted to be toyed with, she wanted to be her Master's plaything.  The relationship between the main woman and main man character is light, fun - and even loving... even as he proceeds to tie her up and spank her to make her cum... or "tortures" her with playthings while he is at work.

I found myself seeing eye to eye with the main character woman.  It was time I admitted this to my loving boyfriend.  I knew he was more sexually open than me even though I had been having sex for a decade longer than him.  In my case, quantity apparently didn't represent quality because I had never known pleasure like what he has shown me in our time together.

The following story is our first adventure into BDSM with me playing the sub and he the dom.  Dom came naturally to me... come with me as I explore my sub side.

*****

Our evening relaxing together progressed normally - as would any couple's - until a turn, a misstep, something chance, brought us face-to-face and the moment became hot... sizzling hot.  We had discussed earlier in the day how he would love to dominate me and I had been teasingly calling him "Sir" via instant messenger all day.  

I sucked in a breath as he reached his hand up to my face and felt a shocking wave of pleasure overcome me as he slipped his fingers into my hair and cupped the back of my head.  The feeling intensified as he grabbed my hair tighter and began to force my mouth to his.  It was strong, it was insisting, it was forceful, but it wasn't painful.  His mouth hungered for mine, for my neck, for the line of my jaw, for my cleavage.  Pulling my hair, he moved my head this way and that to access just what he wanted to.  He was in control.  I began to feel the wetness pooling between my lips.

He pinched me... once, twice, three times; on the soft part of my back, the side of my breast, my belly.  I forced thoughts of how I could stand to lose quite a bit of weight out of my head and let the rush fill me; make my pussy ache.  

He leaned back from me and said "Take your shirt off," with a very serious look.  This was amazing.  I loved it.  I did as I was told, quietly, not saying a word.  He backed down by joking that everything was better with naked breasts and I wish he hadn't joked - just a little in the back of my mind.  He resumed seriousness and, as if his fingers could taste them, he began stroking my nipples, pulling them erect, pinching them hard to see me jump, see me gasp and assumedly to make my clit jump - and it complied over and over.

We continued this way on and off as he caught the score to the Buckeyes' bowl game on the t.v. behind me.  This was part of his dom role, to make sure I knew he was in control of when the play started and stopped. He cradled me in his arms in a loving way during the breaks in play, but I suspect his dom side was growing as he occasionally grabbed my hair and yanked my head back while pushing me into his hungry lips.  He'd twirl my nipples for a moment while catching the score over my shoulder and then bury his softly bearded face in my neck and chest. 

Soon he told me to undress completely - I mentally noted that he was still fully clothed and maybe the look in my eye clued him into this observation because with a hot rush he yanked his shirt off and pulled me close into him.  We were bare chest to bare breasts - his chest hair tickled me slightly and my nipples dragged across him longingly.  He buried his face in my neck again, biting, nibbling his way from my shoulder to my earlobe and back - I could almost hear him mentally noting where my body reacted the most as he kissed and teased.  He picked one particularly sensitive spot, where my neck meets my shoulder, gave a little hiss of pleasure, and bit down hard.  I moaned and jumped at the same time. Now this was the pain I was expecting, delightfully mingled with pleasure.

Each time he rubbed his lips or his fingers even lightly over the spot I groaned in pleasure and simultaneously winced in pain. He got a worried look on his face, said he didn't meant to really hurt me.

"You remember our safe word?" I asked pausing for a moment.

He nodded and I dragged his fingers back to my bruised spot. Causing me to sharply suck in a breath, he followed the light touch with a growl in my ear and fingernails down my back. He's finally getting the hang of it, I thought to myself.  I knew he had when he grabbed my hair and commanded me to kneel naked in front of him.  He stood up, the back of his legs still pressed against the couch, and pulled his cock out of his pants.  It was fabulously hard, the solid shaft making my mouth water as drool dripped out of the tip.  I leaned forward, without permission, to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair hard and yanked my head back.  I was staring up, uncomfortably, into his face as he stood above me. Still holding my hair he bent down and kissed me passionately.  When he lifted his face from mine, I began to lower my mouth to his cock, which I could feel brushing against my taut throat.  He yanked my head back again - so he wanted me to keep looking up at him, not see him touching himself, rubbing the wet head against my face, neck, and chest.  This was entirely uncomfortable and yet amazingly thrilling.

He removed the rest of his clothing and sat back down on a blanket covering the couch.  I began to move my head down to look at him, but remembered his insistent hair tugs and re-steadied myself, staring up awkwardly at the ceiling.  A new pleasure washed over me...I was actually afraid of displeasing him - fantastic.  I licked my lips from the deliciousness of it all. He reached forward and grabbed my breasts, pulling me roughly towards him and forcing my head to snap down to his level.  I could feel saliva pooling at my lips as I wanted him in my mouth so badly and finally, mercifully, he nodded his head ever so slightly.  I dove down to his rock hard shaft and pleasured my mouth and mind with its shape, its texture, its taste.  I widened my knees to better brace myself and worked hard for his moans, for his drool, for his orgasm and finally his delicious cum.  

He picked me up off the floor, pushed me back onto the couch, propped my butt up with a pillow, and dove in himself, licking and lapping at me, making me wild.  I felt him searching for every drop of my wetness that had pooled in my lips - acting surprised as always to find me dripping wet for him.  He blew my mind for a few minutes before pausing to slide up my body and kiss me.  I felt his tip brush my wetness and I'm pretty sure I saw his pupils dilate fully before he lost it and plunged into me.  A rush of surprise washed over me and made me buck against him.  He usually spent a considerable amount of time with his face in my crotch, but the desire overtook him and he couldn't wait to have me.

"Do you want this?" he suddenly asked me gruffly as he pounded into me.  Unsure of the desired answer, I went with honesty and moaned, "Oh yessss."

He pulled out of me and stood back, "Yes, what?"  My breathing became labored, my desire to have him re-enter me intense, my mind raced as he tickled me with just the tip at my opening...

"Yes.... yes.... Sir!" I answered vehemently.  He bent quickly back over me, one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor and pounded into my body angled across several couch cushions, my bottom elevated by a pillow.  He grinded his pelvis against me as I got closer and closer to climax.

"Oh my f- god.." I said, my signature phrase when my pussy tightened and nipples stood erect at the edge of climax.  "Oh yeah?" he replied ready for my hot juices to squirt onto him.

"Oh yeah!" I squeeled like a pretty blonde porn star.

And then... he slipped...  his foot slipped.  I could feel my pussy pulsing against him, but it slowly beat down as the momentum was lost.  I reached up and kissed him feverishly to let him know it was ok and the ferocity I saw building in his eyes quickly melted away.  

Why tell you about this?  Why not change the story for creative purposes and bring you with me into one of the other hundreds of amazing orgasms my dark Adonis had given me before?

The anticipation made the next few encounters all that more enjoyable... and I hope the same for you too...

Stay tuned, my lambs...

-Crescendo