Tomorrow afternoon (today for anyone reading this now, I suppose) I have the privilege of visiting a charming house known as The Treehouse for a mass suspension event. I will most likely not be participating (never say never!), but I will definitely be watching and socializing. But the last time I was there, I did get involved with some rope…
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As I’m sucking his cock, loving the feeling of it in my mouth (especially as it hardens), my pussy grows wet. If I am on my knees and elbows, I can sometimes feel it dripping and running down my thighs. Roland usually rubs my back or glides his fingertips over my skin, giving my gooseflesh and making me moan around his cock. Sometimes he will finger my pussy and play with my clit. When the sensations get too intense for him to do much more than focus on the pleasure my mouth is giving him, he will either put his hand on my ass and squeeze occasionally, or he will put his hand on the back of my neck to guide my rhythm and tempo.
Although I love having his cock in my mouth and especially love it when I am able to make him shoot his cum down my throat, nothing compares to having him in my pussy. So once I have him good and hard, all I can think about is fucking him. Without delay I remove one set of lips and get ready to replace them with another, hungrier set.
He knows what is next and is ready for me when I straddle him. He holds his ruler-straight cock so that it is pointing upward and I impale myself on him. No matter how wet I am, how ready, how much he has finger-fucked my cunt, that first moment of penetration always makes me gasp as if my hole has never been entered by finger or dick alike. Nothing compares to that initial contact.
I start very slowly, leaning forward with my chest almost touching his, and work myself up and down his cock. Both of us have our eyes closed, lost in the wonderful feeling of joining our bodies. Because of the length of his magnificent member, I can’t take it all right from the start. I have to work my way down, taking it inch by inch, going down further each time. Finally, with my upper body almost parallel to his, he is balls-deep in my cunt.
Now that he’s in fully in there, I can really start to ride him. I don’t sit up just yet because now is the perfect moment to kiss his full, sensuous lips or blow warmly in his ear or nibble on his neck. He loves those things as much as I do and I can feel his cock tense inside me when I do them. As payback he will lean up and take one of my nipples in his mouth to suck on and then bite gently. He is immediately rewarded with my moans and a gush of wetness around his cock.
I lean back now, feeling him pierce me so deeply it hurts. Rocking my hips pushes him even further into my cunt and I bite my lip against the pain. The pain that I crave more than any other. By this point my clit is throbbing and my skin feels warm all over. I lift myself and then slam back down against him, ramming his cock against my cervix. After a few strokes he lifts his hips to meet my thrusts and I cry out. He reaches up to knead my breasts and pinch and pull my nipples, softly at first but with increasing roughness and pressure.
When I really ride him and fuck him hard, sometimes the tension in the muscles causes my hips to freeze up. He recognizes and understands that, so without breaking stride or pulling out, he picks me up and flips me over on my back. Although the pain at times can be excruciating, I ignore it and spread my legs wide. Our eyes lock as he fucks me at his own pace and rhythm, taking full control from here.
He puts my legs where he wants them. Sometimes they are bent at the knees and pushed back. Sometimes they are extended straight out as wide as they can go. Sometimes he lifts my hips and puts my legs over his shoulders. Sometimes I wrap them around his waist and use my hands to grip his ass and pull him into me harder and harder. But one thing never changes: now that I am on my back, he is pounding into my g-spot and I very badly want to cum.
I reach down between my legs so that my fingers may find my engorged clit. It’s so sensitive that you’d think I would barely touch it and then explode in orgasm. Unfortunately for me, that is never the case. Very gently and lightly I use the moisture accumulated there to rub over the tip of my clit. My cunt contracts at the first touch. For the next several minutes I glide my finger over that one spot until I feel I am almost ready.
Reading my breathing, moans, and cries as if he wrote the book himself, Roland starts to fuck me even harder and deeper than before. When he sees me speed up and press down, he increases his speed as well. My eyes are closed and I am all sensation at this point, focusing all of my concentration on my clit. At last I open my eyes to look up into his.
At that moment, he says the exact words I need to hear. “Cum for me, slut.”
My whole body convulses and shudders as my cunt grips his cock with my orgasm. I writhe and moan and cry out. Every nerve ending on my body is alive and jumping. I have been holding my breath for an untold amount of time and now I gasp as if I am breaking the surface of the ocean after being submerged. My hips buck against him and then I feel him go rigid inside me. His cock pumps hot semen into my spasming cunt and he jerks against me, thrusting reflexively and causing me to cry out again as he jabs into my tender pussy.
For a few moments we are almost stuck together. My body is still quaking with aftershocks and his finally relaxes against me. The moment he withdraws sends shivers all over my body and triggers the biggest aftershock of all. He collapses down on the bed beside me.
Slowly we manage to catch our breath and our pulse calms down. At last he leans over to kiss me goodnight. We say ‘I love you’ and then each roll over, turn off our bedside lamps, and go to sleep.
2. What is the shortest relationship you have been in?
I had several flings in my 20s that lasted maybe a couple of weeks.
3. How often do you have sex? How often do you want sex?
We usually have sex at least 2 or three times a week. In a perfect world, I would be having sex at least once a day. I want sex almost constantly.
4. How long does sex usually last?
I think on average we go about 20-30 minutes, depending on how long we have and what time of day it is.
5. Have you ever had an experience where someone couldn’t perform, finished too quickly or couldn’t keep up with you? Tell us about it?
I would venture to say that anyone who has never had at least one of those 3 things occur is lying. We’ve all been through something like that. Probably more than once. It’s completely normal. There are so many factors to consider. One or both partners can be tired or drunk or nervous or overexcited or understimulated, which are all things that influence performance.
6. If you could only have one “type” of sexual encounter for the rest of your life, would you prefer
a) short and sweet
b) wham bam thank you ma’am
c) here for the long haul
d) slow and tender
Honestly, as much as I love rough sex, I would take option D over anything else. I like it when we take our time to enjoy and explore each other.
Bonus: Would you consider ending an otherwise healthy and loving relationship if the sex wasn’t what you wanted?
No. Sex is the easiest issue to resolve in a relationship if both parties are willing to try, and if it is otherwise loving and healthy, then I don’t see any reason why they wouldn’t be. There are just so many other options besides ending the relationship.
Today I drove down to Orlando to meet up and have a late lunch with a couple of friends. On the way back, I decided to hit up my favorite toy store, Fairvilla Megastore, for something to help me pass the time on the drive home.
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I put it there as soon as I got to the car. I kept it there on high for half of my ride home. Finally, I had to pull over and make myself cum. The rest of my journey was sooo relaxed!
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|His jeans were hanging off his hips in that way…|
I had to share this super hot photo Roland sent me when I was out of town last time. Although I love the cock shots I always get from him when I’m away from home, this is definitely far sexier.
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