Don and I were at his place recently to watch a kungfu movie – it turned out that we barely could watch the movie at all. The opening credits were rolling and we couldn’t even get our hands off each other. I must say that this particular sexcapade is definitely my greatest sex achievement so far – not bad for the second date, right? :-)
He and I were sitting on the floor “trying” to watch a movie when he looked into my eyes and kissed me. I couldn’t resist those soft lips for even one second – they were so tantalizingly passionate that I could feel the heat rising from our bodies. You could tell that he wanted me – and I wanted him – and that we couldn’t resist ourselves. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our kisses became more urgent and passionate, our tongues sliding up against each other, our kisses becoming more firm and wanting.
As we kissed, I decided to take control and see what he was really about. I wanted to explore his body, to see what type of person he really was, to observe what he liked and didn’t like in sex, to find his erogenous zones and to basically show him that I know more about sex than just lying back and letting him do all the work. My mouth began to explore southward, and I tickled his chin with my lips, tracing it in a straight line in long strokes, then moving my tongue in circles as I went towards his neck and his shoulder. My hands began to wander under his shirt, and with a very slow and light touch, barely touching his skin, I moved my fingers in very slow circles all over his stomach, moving upward, moving an inch every few seconds, feeling his coarse skin on my fingertips. His eyes were closed, and he gasped and moaned with pleasure, as I watched his head lean back, his body trembled, and his cock was rising from underneath his pants.
“Ooh baby, you’re driving me crazy, I’d never had anyone touch me like this before,” he gasped. My mouth continued to trace the nape of his neck, painting him with up and down strokes across his neck, and I pulled off his shirt to explore his body in an inhibited way.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I purred. The tips of my fingers didn’t miss a beat, moving around in slow, soft circles, barely touching his skin, and he gasped and moaned so more. My fingers touched his stomach muscles, then wandered in synchronization to his love handles, and he trembled so more. He tried to grab my breasts, but the moment I touched his spot, he was paralyzed by my touched, his head bent back, gasping with the shock and intensity of my touch.
“Baby, you’re torturing me,” he said.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, concerned. Maybe he wasn’t enjoying this…
“Oh no baby, torture me all you want, you’ve those magic hands,” he breathed.
My hands continued to moved upward, in very, very slow gestures, making sure my hands were still very lightly touching his skin. I circled his breast area, and not even reaching for the nipple, he arched backward, onto the seat of the couch, and breathed heavily. Teasing him so more, I purposely avoided his nipple. I moved my fingers higher, teasing him on the area under his collar bone, and again he shivered. He really must have a lot of erogenous zones that even he didn’t know about…
“Look at this, I still have my clothes on,” I teased him with my sultry voice.
“Oh, do you like torturing me this much?” he asked.
“Oh I do, baby, it’s time for me to show you what I’ve got. I have to return the favor,” I purred.
My deft hands began to knead his shoulder muscles, slowly and softly, while my lips kissed his back. “Take off your pants,” I whispered.
He obeyed without missing a beat, and there was his cock, hard as a rock and standing on attention. I rubbed my hand on his head, while through his underwear, and seeing that he should finally be relieved of this madness somewhat, I leaned down and began to lick his left nipple. He jerked in ecstasy, writhing with so much passion, moaning so much while I rubbed his hard dick that he couldn’t help himself.
“Please, I want to be in you,” he pleaded.
“No, not yet, I’m not done with you. I want you to lie face down on the ground.
He obeyed. His arms lying on his side, his head cocked to the side, I rode on his back and dragged my fingers across his back, making him shiver all over again. I explored his arms, the softness of his back, his butt, and down to his legs – all with my tongue. My tongue danced in various circles and flicks across his skin, while moaned and groaned all that while, for what felt like an hour. Playfully, I tickled the crack of his butt with my tongue, and he ended up jerking like crazy (maybe we’ll have to work on that area later on – one moment at a time).
He finally rolled over, and I was astride him. He lifted my shirt over my head and I quickly removed my pants, and while I was still on top of him, I rubbed his hard cock with my pussy while still wearing underwear. He reached over and began to suck my nipples, and I moaned with delight. However turned on I was feeling, he was making it worse! We finally rolled over, he was on top of me, and instinctively he scooted his head towards my legs and began to lick my clit in a frenzy.
What an adrenaline rush! His head bobbing in between my legs, the pressure and adrenaline built up inside of me, as he licked me over and over again, around the area of my clit, then down to my pussy, then up again, in long and short strokes, for what felt like half an hour. The fact that he could breathe down there was just crazy!! He ate pussy like a champ, sucking my swollen clit over and over again, as I writhed on his carpet, moaning my ecstasy away. He finally raised his head and rubbed his cock on my pussy, dipping himself in me to feel my wetness, and his fingers deftly played with my clit as he watched me wriggle on the carpet, feeling the pressure building inside of me. Finally, after all that pressure, something amazing happened – I gushed pussy juice all over his carpet.
He looked at me, stunned. “Wow, baby, that was hot!” he exclaimed.
“Oh my god, it’s been more than 3 years since I’ve done that!” I said, panting heavily.
“Baby, I want to see it again, can you cum on my cock?” he asked.
So as he fingered me again, massaging my clit over and over again with my cum, he had slid the head of his cock inside me while he jerked my clit senseless, over and over again, until I exploded again, feeling the rush of liquid flow out of my pussy and onto his dick, feeling a mini-Niagara falls exploding from me, as I screamed, letting out this wonderful feeling from inside of me. And not only did he do that twice – he repeated this process FIVE TIMES TOTAL – during this particular time.
After the fifth squirt, he stopped and said, “Oh baby, this is turning me on so much, I need to be inside you,” and he pulled me from the floor and went into the bedroom to continue our lovemaking…
EPILOGUE: I apologize for not writing the rest, as I broke contact with him after he started acting weird and wanted to forget he ever existed. Although, here is the summary of this story:
HE MADE ME SQUIRT ELEVEN TIMES THAT NIGHT!!
That's right, you heard me, eleven times...I had never squirted that much in my life EVER...
So I guess I'm a human water fountain, right? :-D
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sexcapade Files #20: Sensual Touch - Part II
Chris and I were cuddled against each other, and he drifted off into a snore-filled sleep. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, mainly hearing someone snore, sleeping in a bed that I wasn’t used to, and the fact that I haven’t slept next to someone since Eric and I broke up, I stayed awake tried to turn slowly without waking him up. A few times were successful, but one major turn woke him up, and he started to murmur.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.
I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)
I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.
“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.
With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.
I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine, just getting comfortable,” I said. I placed my head on the crook of his arm, and had and I conversed a little through his sleep-induced haze.
I felt the urge to grab his cock and rub it, just feeling its softness. My, it had been a long time since I had touched a cock like his – uncut, of average length, but it was thick. It reminded me a bit of Eric’s cock, the fact that it grew in my hands, peeking from its foreskin shield, and then growing to about 7inches in length. It was the type of cock that I felt may be able to hit my g-spot perfectly, and I winced at the fact that I couldn’t fuck that cock right now until my period went away. I rubbed and teased it softly with my fingertips, slowly circling around the head, lubricating it with precum until it became slippery and slick.
“Oh baby, that feels so good,” he said. (At this point, my ears started to wince whenever he said the words “Oh baby”…maybe I’m not used to hearing someone talk so much during sex…)
I lifted my head and kissed him on the lips, and once again, our lips touched and rolled against each other, as I felt one of his hands hit sharply on my ass. My, did that feel good. He did it again, and that pleasurable pain of being hit was too enjoyable to pass up. My tongue traveled toward his cheek, and my tongue touched his ear, teasing it with the tip of my tongue, nipping it with my lips, the I moved southward, licking his shoulder and down his arm, until I picked up his hand and sucked the tips of his fingers, one by one, teasing the webs of his fingers with my tongue, and then sliding them into my mouth, deep-throating each finger until all four were in my mouth. I let them go, and continued to lick his stomach, teasing his love handles by flicking them with the tip of my tongue, and then finding my way back to his cock head, licking it slowly and sucking it with my mouth.
“Baby, I want to fuck your breasts,” he said.
With his cock being hard as a rock, I placed his cock in between my breasts, pressed them together, and jerked his cock, while it slid, his cock head peeping in and out. He began to thrust, so I followed his jerks while he titty-fucked me, and I tried to lick his cock every time it appeared at the top of my breasts.
I let go, and he said, “We should get some more sleep,” and I agreed. Again, being comfortable in his arms, I fell into another fitful sleep, wondering what else would come next this night…
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sexcapade Files #19: Sensual Touch - Part I
Last night, I’ve begun venturing into the realm of tantric sex by being with Sex Partner # 7. What was a friendly and harmless date turned out to be an almost night-long session of sensual touch and foreplay.
I had met Chris from an online dating site, and this was my second date with him, which was more an invitation to hang out and play Rockband with some friends. After a few hours, and the friends had left, he and I were left alone in the living room, sitting very close to each other on the couch, side by side. He softly leaned over and kissed my arm, and asked if I wanted to stay over (which of course, knowing me, I was tempted to see what this new guy had in store for me). I agree, and followed him upstairs. He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, and I begun to undress, mainly to tease him.
“You don’t mind if I sleep in the nude, do you?” I said (Of course he’s not going to mind, what guy in their right mind wouldn’t want a chick sleeping naked in their bed? I thought.) His eyes wandered to my bare breasts, hanging free after removing my bra, as he stared at them, his mouth slightly agape.
“Wow,” he said. I removed everything except my underwear (unfortunately, I was on my period, and there was no way in hell I was taking it off and having his bed look like a murder scene) and lay on his bed, with a blanket wrapped under my breasts. He lay right beside me, smiled, leaned into kiss my lips and said, “I wonder how good you’d be sucking my cock.”
Our kisses became fervent, and our tongues touched, flicking each other. “Do you really want to know?” I asked.
I wrapped my arms around him, as we kissed, and felt his manly hands brush my back lightly, sending shocks of sensation in circles on my back. I reached down, and rubbed my hand on his cock from the outside of his shorts.
“Oh baby, yes, rub my cock, rub my cock,” he said, in a musky Jeff Stryker-esque voice.
I pushed down his shorts, and stretched my arm to squeeze and jerk his cock, and as he continued his Jeff Stryker-esque sex chant, I pushed my face forward toward his cock, and placed it in my mouth. It felt soooo good to suck another cock, and as I twisted my way around, wrapping my fist around his cock, and my teeth and tongue teasing the underside of his head, he lunged forward, and in a louder, more frantic voice, he emphatically phrased an “OH MY GOD, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” at the top of his hoarse, whispering voice. I guess I had definitely found his spot, as I do with every guy I sleep with.
But while I played with his head, he begun to go soft on me, and then I started to freak out (in my head, of course). Was I doing something wrong? Why is he going soft? And then I would frantically jerk him back into a hard submission, my mouth sucking inward and pulsing roughly, shove him down my throat as gently thrust his penis toward the back of my throat, I felt slightly more confident about my skills yet again.
After a while, I had begun to venture southward with my mouth. I spread his legs open slightly, and begun to lick the inside of his thighs, the creases between his thighs and pelvis, and then licking southward toward his feet, flicking his skin underneath a spread of hair, moving up and down his legs, sucking his dick again in my mouth, then moving toward his stomach, brushing my fingertips on his skin, my hands swirling slowly on his stomach, venturing towards his love handles, and he softly giggled. Sensing that I found one of his erogenous spots, I ventured toward the other side and he giggled again. With my head bent, my lithe tongue frantically darted on his skin, I glided my wide tongue on his ticklish spot and he moaned with, “Oh my god,” over and over again.
“I think I found an erogenous zone,” I said. “Basically, if you find your partner’s ticklish spots, and then lick them, they get turned on.”
“Wow, that feels so fucking good,” he said. I lowered my back onto the pillow, and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, slightly pecking my lips, our tongues wrestling as we wrapped our arms around each other, and softly his fingertips were slowly running down my shoulders and arms and venturing toward my back, erotically charging me as he brushed against ultra-sensitive spots on my back, and I gasped and heaved, feeling weightless from his touch, my arms wrapped around his waist, as my body arched with his touch, his tongue flicking my skin. I lay nestled on his chest, holding on to him for leverage, as I gasped and moaned and heaved sexually-charged sighs, breathless of the electric pleasure of his fingertips brushing onto my skin. The feeling felt magnetic. He stopped and kissed me on the lips, each kiss with a gradual sexual urgency, and turned me onto my back. With his fingertips, I felt his fingertips roll my left nipple with his hand, teasing the ends of the nipple, then squeezing it slowly. His head moved to my right breast, and while I watched him engulf my nipple with his mouth, I felt his tongue flicking the nipple, and then swirling it around the nipple, and I gasped. His hand traveled south and felt his hand reach under my underwear.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he said. I cringed at hearing it, wondering if he forgot that I had told him that I was on my period, and that he was rubbing my clit with a layer of blood. Although part of me cringed, another part of me was highly enjoying his fingers rub my clit, charging my erotic juices flowing. He then inserted one finger, then two, then three into my vagina, thrusting his hand as I moaned and heaved, my back arching as his mouth sucked my nipple and his fingers rubbed my clit.
I heard the bed creak, and felt the bed moved as I felt his cock rubbed my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum seeping from his head. He rubbed faster and faster, poking my thigh, and a trail of clear cum dripped from his cock in spurts. He rose, and a trail of sticky cum stretched from the bed sheet to his dick, and lay down beside me, our arms and legs surrounding each other, as our lips met with soft kisses.
“Oh my god, that felt so good,” he whispered. With my head nestled on his chest, and our arms and legs wrapped around each other, we drifted into sleep…but the night wasn’t over yet…
I had met Chris from an online dating site, and this was my second date with him, which was more an invitation to hang out and play Rockband with some friends. After a few hours, and the friends had left, he and I were left alone in the living room, sitting very close to each other on the couch, side by side. He softly leaned over and kissed my arm, and asked if I wanted to stay over (which of course, knowing me, I was tempted to see what this new guy had in store for me). I agree, and followed him upstairs. He quickly changed into his sleeping clothes, and I begun to undress, mainly to tease him.
“You don’t mind if I sleep in the nude, do you?” I said (Of course he’s not going to mind, what guy in their right mind wouldn’t want a chick sleeping naked in their bed? I thought.) His eyes wandered to my bare breasts, hanging free after removing my bra, as he stared at them, his mouth slightly agape.
“Wow,” he said. I removed everything except my underwear (unfortunately, I was on my period, and there was no way in hell I was taking it off and having his bed look like a murder scene) and lay on his bed, with a blanket wrapped under my breasts. He lay right beside me, smiled, leaned into kiss my lips and said, “I wonder how good you’d be sucking my cock.”
Our kisses became fervent, and our tongues touched, flicking each other. “Do you really want to know?” I asked.
I wrapped my arms around him, as we kissed, and felt his manly hands brush my back lightly, sending shocks of sensation in circles on my back. I reached down, and rubbed my hand on his cock from the outside of his shorts.
“Oh baby, yes, rub my cock, rub my cock,” he said, in a musky Jeff Stryker-esque voice.
I pushed down his shorts, and stretched my arm to squeeze and jerk his cock, and as he continued his Jeff Stryker-esque sex chant, I pushed my face forward toward his cock, and placed it in my mouth. It felt soooo good to suck another cock, and as I twisted my way around, wrapping my fist around his cock, and my teeth and tongue teasing the underside of his head, he lunged forward, and in a louder, more frantic voice, he emphatically phrased an “OH MY GOD, FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD!” at the top of his hoarse, whispering voice. I guess I had definitely found his spot, as I do with every guy I sleep with.
But while I played with his head, he begun to go soft on me, and then I started to freak out (in my head, of course). Was I doing something wrong? Why is he going soft? And then I would frantically jerk him back into a hard submission, my mouth sucking inward and pulsing roughly, shove him down my throat as gently thrust his penis toward the back of my throat, I felt slightly more confident about my skills yet again.
After a while, I had begun to venture southward with my mouth. I spread his legs open slightly, and begun to lick the inside of his thighs, the creases between his thighs and pelvis, and then licking southward toward his feet, flicking his skin underneath a spread of hair, moving up and down his legs, sucking his dick again in my mouth, then moving toward his stomach, brushing my fingertips on his skin, my hands swirling slowly on his stomach, venturing towards his love handles, and he softly giggled. Sensing that I found one of his erogenous spots, I ventured toward the other side and he giggled again. With my head bent, my lithe tongue frantically darted on his skin, I glided my wide tongue on his ticklish spot and he moaned with, “Oh my god,” over and over again.
“I think I found an erogenous zone,” I said. “Basically, if you find your partner’s ticklish spots, and then lick them, they get turned on.”
“Wow, that feels so fucking good,” he said. I lowered my back onto the pillow, and he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips, slightly pecking my lips, our tongues wrestling as we wrapped our arms around each other, and softly his fingertips were slowly running down my shoulders and arms and venturing toward my back, erotically charging me as he brushed against ultra-sensitive spots on my back, and I gasped and heaved, feeling weightless from his touch, my arms wrapped around his waist, as my body arched with his touch, his tongue flicking my skin. I lay nestled on his chest, holding on to him for leverage, as I gasped and moaned and heaved sexually-charged sighs, breathless of the electric pleasure of his fingertips brushing onto my skin. The feeling felt magnetic. He stopped and kissed me on the lips, each kiss with a gradual sexual urgency, and turned me onto my back. With his fingertips, I felt his fingertips roll my left nipple with his hand, teasing the ends of the nipple, then squeezing it slowly. His head moved to my right breast, and while I watched him engulf my nipple with his mouth, I felt his tongue flicking the nipple, and then swirling it around the nipple, and I gasped. His hand traveled south and felt his hand reach under my underwear.
“Oh my god, you’re so wet,” he said. I cringed at hearing it, wondering if he forgot that I had told him that I was on my period, and that he was rubbing my clit with a layer of blood. Although part of me cringed, another part of me was highly enjoying his fingers rub my clit, charging my erotic juices flowing. He then inserted one finger, then two, then three into my vagina, thrusting his hand as I moaned and heaved, my back arching as his mouth sucked my nipple and his fingers rubbed my clit.
I heard the bed creak, and felt the bed moved as I felt his cock rubbed my thigh, leaving a sticky trail of precum seeping from his head. He rubbed faster and faster, poking my thigh, and a trail of clear cum dripped from his cock in spurts. He rose, and a trail of sticky cum stretched from the bed sheet to his dick, and lay down beside me, our arms and legs surrounding each other, as our lips met with soft kisses.
“Oh my god, that felt so good,” he whispered. With my head nestled on his chest, and our arms and legs wrapped around each other, we drifted into sleep…but the night wasn’t over yet…
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sexcapade Files #13: The Anniversary – Part II
Sitting in that warm bathtub water, our naked bodies wrapped around each other, made me feel as if we were the only people in the world so in love that night. My head was snuggled underneath his chin, and his arms wrapped around my chest, made me feel so comfortable and so protected. At that moment, I felt that time had stopped and didn’t wish for it to end. The echoing silence of pure and true love surrounded us like a thin veil – it was intoxicating, as if the mist carried our love, touching the flickers of the candles and radiated the room with a warm, bright light. We were completely and utterly in love.
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
We began to daydream about our future together – our dream house, kids, a career – all entangled with a passion of young love. His goatee brushed against my cheek as he kissed me gently, and his hands and fingers found their way in mine. I felt completely trusting of him, and loved him so much more, during that one moment in time.
Soon, one of his hands found its way to encircle my nipple. With the rough tips of his fingers, he began to softly rub the tip in gentle strokes, then massaging it between his thumb and his forefinger. I moaned softly while his other hand began to cover my other breast to squeeze and massage it gently. With that encouragement, I began to moan louder and louder. Soon, his hand had released my breast, and ventured south, right between my legs, and I felt his hands rub my already pulsing clit, still raw from his mouth and goatee, was now feeling even more raw as his submerged hand rubbed me, making me feel even hornier.
“Why don’t we go for round two?” He whispered in my ear.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. We sloppily got out of the tub, rubbed ourselves dry with a towel, and we ran toward the bed again once more. He lay on the bed, and as he tried to pull me toward him, I resisted, slightly.
“Wait, I have another surprise for you,” I purred.
“Another one?!” he exclaimed.
I went into the kitchen and took out a few things from my fridge, and brought them to him. In my arms were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a glass with ice cubes, Altoid mints, and wrapped chocolate.
“Here, I bought these for you,” I said, as I handed him his favorite chocolate.
“Wow, thanks. You really are full of surprises tonight,” he said. He popped a chocolate in his mouth.
“Well, it’s not over yet. Lay back, because I wanted to try some things with you,” I said.
I took the cold chocolate syrup and squeezed a bit on his cock. He slightly flinched at the coldness, but in a second, my tongue was swirling the sticky chocolate with my tongue, covering his half-erect penis with traces of chocolate.
“Oops, I see you’ve become such a mess, let me clean it up for you,” I purred.
My tongue began to flip and swirl around his head and shaft, licking off the stickiness of the chocolate from his cock, lapping up the saltiness of his cock and the sweetness of the chocolate in long strokes, as I massaged his dick in my hands. My mouth then covered his cock and my head bobbed slowly, sucking his dick to take the stickiness away.
“Oh, we can’t have a cock sundae without whipped cream,” I said. I took the whipped cream canister from the table, and a shot of air blew on his penis. He flinched and sighed.
“Wow, that felt a bit intense, feeling a shot of an air blast shoot on my dick like that,” he sighed. A blotch of cream was on his shaft, as I covered bits of his stomach with cream. I leaned over and began to lap up the cream with my tongue and mouth in long strokes, tracing circles on his stomach.
“You are such a mess! Here, let me clean it up for you a little more,” I whispered, as I reached for the glass that held ice cubes, grabbed a piece of ice in my hand, and began to smear the melting ice on his cock. He flinched even more.
As I smeared the ice cube on his dick, my mouth followed the traces of the ice cube with my mouth, making sure to not leave the ice cube on the same place for more than a split second, giving his cock a hot-and-cold feeling as his cock was given an ice and mouth bath. When the ice cube melted, I warmed up his cock again with my mouth, sucking it with my mouth and nipping his cock with my lips until his cock felt warm again. Then, I decided to go one more step further: the mints.
“We can’t have a cock sundae without an after-dinner mint, now can’t we?” I said. I placed a few Altoid mints in my mouth, then went down on him again, sucking him and moving the mints around the surface of his cock.
“My cock has a minty-fresh feeling,” he said. Once the mints were gone, I sucked him again, and then ventured up his stomach, caressing his neck and licking his ear, while my hand jerked his cock in hard movements.
“With all the experimentation you’re doing this evening, you’re making me even hornier. I want to make love to you now,” he whispered, his hands again massaging my breasts.
“I’m all yours tonight,” I purred. He took me in his arms and laid me on the bed, as I wondered what he was going to do next…
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