The first half of this story can be found here.
I am not one for evocative sex writing. In my opinion, I don’t write erotica – I don’t write sex well (although some of you have kindly said I do, so thank you), I don’t have the words to describe body parts other than their slang or actual term, or sexual activities and can’t make everything sound beautiful or sexy.
But I suppose those of you who read, aren’t reading because I can make things sound like a Harlequin romance.
His version of the night, which is lovely, can be found here.
I have always maintained there is no way you can know if you have physical chemistry with someone, until that first kiss. Time after time I’ve had people try to convince me they know in advance – and it’s simply not true.
Yes, we can establish a lot that means the chances are in our favor – such as liking the same things, being a passionate person, same turn ons.
But you only know for sure when your lips meet.
So when he woke me up with a kiss, it was a relief that it worked. The kiss was lovely and in the foggy hindsight of a late night rendezvous it seems we didn’t stop kissing for hours.
You can read between his lines about our first sex session. I’m sure it wasn’t exactly as he would have wanted; and I’m okay with that. I have endless amounts of empathy for men when it comes to sexual performance. If a woman isn’t into it or can’t cum, things can still continue. Grab a little lube for the former and you’re all set.
So he and I moved on to other things. He has many talents, so I was not suffering.
He got me on my hands and knees and was positioned behind me. After a bit of playing he put his fingers inside me. It felt great. I was relaxed and had already cum multiple times. I could feel it as he used another finger, then another. I was lost in the sensation of fullness, which I crave.
Like him, I’m not a fan of the term fisting, but in the absence of a better term, not being a fan of euphemisms it’s what I will use.
My ex husband Will was the first to ever fist me. It wasn’t part of our usual repertoire but we did it on occasion in the early days of our relationship.
The dog trainer tried, which if you could see his fingers would know it was a ridiculous proposition. One finger was the size of my small butt plug.
I don’t think anyone else has fisted me since Will, although there were attempts. If successful, surely I would have written about it.
The problem is knuckles. As much as you can crunch your fingers, there’s a physical reality that cannot be ignored. Usually, there is too much pain when a man gets to his knuckles, and I can’t continue.
This time, however, there was a lot of good lube and I wasn’t even aware of what was being attempted. All I knew was suddenly there was this incredible and intense feeling of being very full.
I may have even exclaimed “oh!!! Are you…???”
And then the primal took over. It felt so fucking good. He took his time to find the movements that worked for me, and when they did, I wanted it harder. And harder.
(I was sore internally for a few days afterwards).
I have no idea how much time passed with him inside me like that. It was crazy intense. He seemed to be enjoying himself but admittedly, my attention was elsewhere. At some point, I had cum so many times I needed a breather.
I had the wherewithal to ask what it was like for him – and he expressed what he wrote – that he felt like a part of me, he could feel my orgasms all around him, he had never done it before but it had been a fantasy.
We took a break.
And then, as often happens, I started to feel the twinge, the ache, the desire, and I asked him to do it again. He willingly obliged, and this time we both fisted and fucked (although I smile as I write that, because he uses such lovely and different terms).
We fell asleep wrapped together, me with my head on his chest.
Back home the next day after a long day of travel, I masturbated several times, my 9″ dildo, butt plug, and hitachi magic wand working in tandem being the closest I could come in sensation to the amazing treat I received at the hands of my fellow blogger. Thank you, kind Sir.
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