another queer sex dream

I was having sex with a woman who was wearing clothing of very thin and slick material, like a slip might be made out of--I was touching her body through her clothes in a room, in front of a group of people. The feeling of her small clitoris on my fingers is vivid to me. There was something we were trying to prove--something she was trying to prove, and I was just helping.

everything's different now

I was on an SSRI for a long time, and when I cut my dose, that's when I had a sex drive again and started this blog.

As of a week ago, I'm off the SSRI entirely, and something wonderful has happened. I'm incredibly horny. I'm interested in porn again, wet in seconds, aroused at the drop of a hat. The surprise, which maybe isn't a surprise at all, is that I can come from penetration only again. I feel young, in a good way, but I have the love of my life to fuck whenever I want to.

It happened a few days ago. I was looking at porn in the afternoon and extremely horny by the time he got home from work. In bed, I masturbated, and it's like having a whole new body, in a way. I sucked his dick. I had to slow my hand on my clit so I wouldn't come. My cunt felt vibrant and glowing with light.

Then he fucked me. I had a pillow under my ass, and I felt very comfortable and mobile. Even though he was above me and pushing down on me with great force, I had a lot of strength to push back forcefully also, and freedom to move.

He fucked me hard--he pounded me. I felt this thick cock tearing through me, and I felt vulnerable yet entirely present and very accommodating of this intensity.

His face was contorted with lust. He slowed down and looked at me as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, skillfully, watching me, and my body was all admiration and loving gratefullness.

He pounded me again, increasing the speed and aggression until my cunt felt very used and overwhelmed with the sensation.

He slowed again, with the long, deep thrusts--expert--he knew what he was doing to me. I felt safe and known. The feelings began to crescendo in me, and the building was familiar. I whimpered and pulled him closer against me. I rubbed my body against him as he fucked me. I noticed the unmistakable fact that I was going to come. I was ecstatic with the feeling and ecstatic with the knowledge.

I felt that his entire being was pressed into me, and we moved together as I cried out, half-shocked that it was really happening, and my cunt contracted around his cock as the orgasm shook me to the core. He responded in turn, and he came inside of me as I came. We pressed into one another as hard as we could. My arms were around him, and I held on tightly. I felt like we were in a dark place together: a safe, silent, dark place.

Then we were home again, in bed, gasping for air, and after a little while, we untangled ourselves and became slightly more individual. It was early evening and sunny in the bedroom. I couldn't stop grinning. What do you think of that? I asked. He didn't seem so impressed. Maybe he felt a secret pride. My grin lasted half an hour.

Always before, I could come with him inside of me, but it happened that way only every so often, and only if my hand was to my clit. My arm there felt like something between us, a barricade--subtle, though--of course, it wasn't a problem. But now, I feel there's nothing between us, and I've never felt closer to him. I'm not explaining very well how important this is to me, but I'll have plenty more chances.

The SSRI saved my life four years ago, but I couldn't communicate how glad I am that I don't need it anymore.

the importance of an afternoon in spring

He was sent home early from work, and we lay in bed naked, talking. I was interested in his package. Your hair, it's so long! I said and ran my fingers through it. It was quite a change from his previous shaved state. I admired the hair's honey color then gently held his balls, feeling their weight. He looked vulnerable and trusting, as he lay there with his eyes closed.

Let's be close, I said, and he agreed. I touched his cock. I was surprised at how quickly he was fully erect in my hand.

Put some lubricant on me, I said, and he did. His fingers were cool as they slipped inside of me, and I liked being entered.

I looked at his cock as I pumped it with my hand. It was dark pink. I touched him roughly. Not very subtle, is it? I asked, and we laughed. He was rubbing my clit while I worked his dick.

You're a miracle here, I said, and I squeezed his cock in my hand. Then I went down on him. I did it quickly, the head of his cock entering the back of my throat, and he groaned. I licked where the head meets the shaft, jacked him off again, went down on him some more, jacked him off faster.

I want you to fuck me, I said. Then I want you to take off the condom and come on me. That's what I had been imagining, a hard fuck, and finally him coming on my tits, watching him do this.

Would you like that? I asked, and he said he would. He got a condom.

Are you ready? he asked. The answer to this question is always known.

He positioned himself between my legs and forced himself into me. I cried out with a little pain and surprise. Then he fucked me hard and fast. He reached for my wrists and pinned me down. I was delighted. I reveled in the feeling of being taken and used. And I didn't even have to ask!

Can you fuck me kneeling? I asked. He said yes, and I asked if he wanted me to put a pillow under my butt, but he said no.

My feet were on his shoulders, and he was pounding me. His face showed the intensity of his feeling. I rubbed my clit, and I knew I would come very quickly. I felt myself approaching the edge and then coming hard as he continued to pound me with this thick cock. I forced myself to be quiet as the feelings tore through me. I lost myself for those few seconds.

When I could think again, I was surprised at how he'd managed not to come when I did. When he was sure I'd had enough, he removed his cock from me, took off the condom, and kneeled to jack off. He looked at my tits and rubbed himself. His face had that almost-violent look. He pawed at my tits, and I watched him as his eyes closed and his body shuddered. Come dribbled from his cock onto my chest, and a stream of it spurted onto my neck. I watched him as the come continued to flow, and his body continued to shudder.

We had both gotten what we wanted. We smiled at one another with a great deal of simple love.