charmed

I found him charming and felt my sexual needs stirring. We took a shower and went to bed.

I asked him to fuck my mouth, and he did. I could feel every vein as it slid in and out of my mouth, the ridge where the head meets the shaft, its thickness and length, the softness of its skin, the vitality of its alive-ness.

He stoped, and we kissed. His hands went to my breasts and found my nipples. His mouth followed, and he sucked at them and licked them with his beautiful tongue.

He fucked my mouth again, and I ran my hands over his thighs and ass. I grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me so the head of his cock would go into my throat. I grabbed him roughly so he would have to fuck my mouth deeper.

He stopped to kiss me again, and he fucked my mouth again. I was rubbing my clit with my right hand.

He got a condom and slid his cock into my cunt. My legs were spread wide for him, and his cock went into me deeply. I love you, I said. I trust you, I said.

We got dazed and grunted together, and it went on and on. I carassed his back and his upper arms. I touched the back of his neck and his face. I dug my nails into his back and felt the motion of his hips with my hands as I felt it in my cunt.

Then I asked him if he would like me from behind, and I got on all fours. He fucked me soundly, his cock even deeper within me. Again, it was like when he was fucking my mouth--I could feel his cock in such detail. I was hyper-aware, and my consciousness was concentrated on the sensations of being penetrated and his hands on my ass as he fucked me.

I want it, I said. Give it to me, I said.

We went into a trance, and sometimes he would slow almost to a stop. I would be the one them supplying motion, and I saw how hard and fast he would let me do it to him. I grabbed at the bed and listened to his small moans until he said, I'm going to come and rammed it into me strongly as I listened to him and felt it with empathy.

He eased himself out of me, his hand to the condom, and prasied me as we lay down together, smiling. He rubbed my clit, and I asked him to do it like my birthday. He made me come, and I love him.

birthday sex

It was morning, after breakfast, and we were cuddling in bed. You have a boner! I noticed.

From touching your hip, he said.

His cock looked beautiful. I touched it and jerked him off fast then slow. Can I touch you? he asked, and I said yes. He got lubricant and started rubbing my clit.

Go fast and slow like I do, I said. He obeyed me, and soon I was panting. I had wanted to fuck a lot, but it was inevitable that I was going to come. He rubbed fast, and I strained to get the angle I wanted. When he went slowly, I relaxed and moaned. The fast moments lengthened, and I started shaking. I whimpered as I felt the insensity grow, and I knew I was going to come. He went slow. And when he sped up, I cried out as I came. I felt very loved and comepletely happy, entirely satisfied.

Then he put on a condom and fucked me a little, going very slowly, deep inside me, and I watched him carefully from my clear-headed vantage of having already come.

Then he took off the condom and knealed beside me, and I jacked him off onto my tits. In a matter of seconds, the hot liquid was spurting onto my nipples, and he was as happy as I was.

We held one another, and my cunt felt a wonderful loose, used, fulfilled feeling that it had found its destiny for the day.

something new

Last night we were lying in bed, and I touched his balls with just my fingertips. They felt so soft. I lightly stroked them. Then I grabbed them and jiggled them.

His cock got hard, and I touched it gently with my fingertips too until it was fully large and standing up. I put spit on my hand and started rubbing and pulling his dick in earnest.

Then I alternated among sucking him off, jacking him off slowly, and jerking him off really fast. I would use one method until he was about to come, then change to another method, and do this again and again. He never knew what was next. I might come, he whispered to me, but I didn't let him, and a minute later he would warn me again, but I wouldn't let him.

Finally he was in my mouth, and it was inevitable. I switched to the fast jerking off and watched his face as he lost it. The nice semen spurted on his belly. I kept at it for a long time.

This fast method I have I learned from pornography, gay porn in particular. Even though my husband is circumcised, it's still possible to use the penis-skin like a foreskin and masturbate with the skin itself. Maybe everyone already knows this, but it was news to me, and news to him, and he really likes it.

We talked about it, and he told me how when he was young, masturbation was a shameful thing, and he didn't happily experiment and learn because it was all sad and rushed.

I washed up and came back to bed. He turned on the blue vibrator and fucked me with it while I masturbated. But I wanted both my nipples touched. I stacked two pillows on the bed and mounted them, with the vibrator inside of me, the vibrator propped against the pillows, and fucked it as I rubbed my clit and my husband had both my breasts in his hands.

I wasn't sure if this was an okay thing to do. Always before when we used the vibrator, I was lying on my back, or it was from behind. It felt a little risky to fuck the vibrator in this way, like maybe I would hurt my husband's feelings.

But it felt so good! I rode and rubbed, his thumbs on my nipples, and I could feel myself coming from a long way off--I could feel the inevitability.

I fucked the vibrator hard, rubbed my clit hard, and I was feeling the happy-scared feeling when the orgasm is huge and somehow frightens me, but in a good way--I feel my body is being overtaken by a force so great, it's very out of my control.

I whimpered then moaned and cried as my cunt reached its point of orgasm and my heart pumped the joy-chemicals throughout my body. My cunt felt triumphant and powerful--I felt very powerful and deeply myself.

Later I asked my husband if all of that had been okay, and he was purely delighted with everything. I'm so happy we have one more way of being close now.

religious

This picture makes me feel comforted.

in which he is aggresive with me

He touched my breasts and slid his finger into me, rubbed my clit, and I was happy with him in bed, gasping.

Then he fucked my mouth. I wanted it in my throat. I liked the brief feeling of powerlessness and fear as my air supply would get cut off for just a second here and there. It made a thrill go through my body.

I got on all fours, and he fucked me from behind, harder than he ever had. He would go very slow and soft, and then all of a sudden just start pounding me. I didn't know quite what had caused this furious feeling on his part, but I liked it. I felt very submissive and high on the extremes of gentle and rough.

Then we lay back on the bed, and I wanted to come. I was rubbing my clit as he fucked me with two fingers. When I came, again he was aggressive, making me cry out loud and long as he rubbed my clit harder than I do myself, and I liked it.

Then he put on another condom and fucked me from above. He was deep inside me, and I felt so clear-headed and attentive--since I had already come, I could pay a different kind of very close attention to him, and I revelled in the sensations of being penetrated and ridden, watching his face and trying to know what he was feeling.

Then he took the condom off and jacked off on my tits. Only a few seconds and he was coming on me as I pushed them together to provide a good view. There was a lot of it, and we cleaned up and cuddled.

It was afternoon and getting hot. Fall comes and goes, here. Today was summer again.

the past three days

Today I blindfolded him and attended to his dick for a long time. I made him gasp. I didn't let him come when he wanted to. I watched the expression of his mouth to see when to slow down. I jerked him off and went down on him alternately. Finally, he did come, and I was unrelenting. You took me to another plane, he said.

My cunt was dripping, I was so aroused. I washed up and came back to bed, masturbated as he told me what I had done to him. He fucked me with two fingers as I rubbed my clit. He sucked my left nipple. We took me to the edge and backed off twice. Then I cried out as I came.

We were so happy then. We cuddled and daydreamed and asked one another questions like, How did you get so cute?

I showered and snacked and hurried to a religious meeting where one of the chants was asking to be purified of the stain of lust. I grinned to myself.

Do I not belong? Do they know I don't belong? To them, would I be like a thief, if they knew? I like the religion generally, but this is my main disagreement.

Yesterday he fucked me from behind on the living room floor. The day before, we fucked half the afternoon. Being unemployed, we have plenty of time for this. We take a shower, and I lie in bed. Inevitably, I feel so clean and good that it makes me horny. I ask to access his package, and the rest is history.

He was still eating his lunch. I asked him to take his shorts off, and I went down on him while he ate. Let me put this down, he said.

No, it will get cold! I said. So I made him keep eating, which was funny and fun.

unio mystica

I just wrote a long post about religious and mystical experiences during sex, and blogger ate it. *sob*

I will mention here briefly that I have mystical experiences during sex often, and my husband does too. All of the sex we have had in recent years involves religious elements to varrying degrees. We often experience the sensation of being one. We often enter trance-like states which result in us feeling healed and transformed.

I often have the feeling that our sex is occurring somewhere other than its actual location, such as a dusty roadside beside a fence. I've also had intense experiences during sex involving colors. For example, after sex I've been able to articulate how I felt we had been enfolded within blue-ness. Everything was blue, and the blue-ness permeated everything we did and felt in a way that was extremely pleasurable.

Also, the feeling of being one with nature--a visceral experience of pantheism?--is something that I have often, during sex and also in other contexts.

http://primal-page.com/wade2.htm

Here's a book review where you can read more about unio mystica. Thanks for my friend Sh for asking me to discuss this.