Wet panties, Bliss, a bit of a high and… FRUSTRATION!!!!

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Picture This…

You, laying on your stomach, breathing hard, your hair falling down the sides of your face, energy, everywhere, the room is moving with the motion he dictates…

He is holding your hips hard, pushing back and forth, grunting as he pushes, fast, then slow, he sets the speeds, the depth….

You get that tingling sensation that travels from your lips and circles at your breasts, that he briefly holds, before returning his hands to your hips… (faster, harder, he grabs your throat…OH!) … The tingling keeps it’s journey south bound, pauses at your stomach, where the butterflies are now rattled…. only to explode, right between your legs within the folds of your lips… you moan loudly…..

FRUSTRATION!!!!  You are both fully clothed and that’s as far as you’ll get today.   Wet panties, bliss, a bit of a high and….FRUSTRATION!!! Because I wanted to feel him explode too.

That Ladies and Gentleman was my yesterday morning!!.  I need to get it out of my system…. The Hunger Again… the lust for my Mr. B.

Oh, by the way… There’s a word for that… Outercourse.  Can’t say I’m a fan.

Little me…. and the chamber of … “Not so secrets anymore”

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Hello, everyone
I have to again apologize for being gone for so long. There is something happening soon that I am excited to tell you about. My Mr. B will be closer to me and I have hopes for the new adventures to come….
…Speaking of adventures…
Who of you likes the “COWGIRL” position?
I personally, have come to find it is one of my new favorite positions, there’s so much interaction between us, lots, of grinding, and a lot of moaning too (I’m kind of loud. Sometimes I wonder, what his neighbors might think).
Looking down at Mr. B and finding he enjoys the view of my boobs bouncing on top of him, having my ass close for some heavy spanking and, enjoying a good hair pulling is something we both find…. interesting.
One thing that I particularly enjoy about riding Mr. B is how deep inside me he feels… there’s this delicious way that he thrusts while underneath me that he touches this spot…

There’s something really special about this spot though, it brings waves, waves of orgasms that leave me shaking. I call this spot “The Chamber of Secrets” (Not to be confused with the G Spot)….

… I can feel a tiny bit of pressure as he enters my “Chamber”, then that little tickling sensation that runs from my lips to my inner thigh and, suddenly, he grabs my ass and I have to squeeze my knees not to come right there. Brian feels it, and smiles that mischievous smiles that makes it such a hard task to hold my orgasms…
… and then his hand is on my throat, and I’m gasping for air, riding him harder, and faster, my senses are heightened and everything feels so… Orgasmic

I can’t hold my climax for long, I have this need to feel and the want to feel it more. Only Brian understands it; Taking me, using me, he knows I won’t break… I feel vulnerable and safe at the same time.

Brian enjoys my excitement, his playing with my breasts, and my bouncing up and down his … uhm… pole does have an effect on him too; and his release triggers mine…

I’m overwhelmed by waves of orgasms overlapping, I can’t hold myself and just collapse next to him, and his smug, “I did it” smile, he is proud of himself. My body is shaking, convulsing, with waves of pleasure that I keep feeling long after he’s come.

As I lay next to him, breathless and possessed by my orgasmic high; I realize, that he has undoubtedly found and conquered that place inside of me, that triggers and releases waves of orgasms. I don’t know exactly where it is myself, seems like a myth, doesn’t it?…. Not to him, he has found my chamber of secrets, he commands it now, and… he exploits it.

I have known for a long time that my body belongs to Brian; it reacts to his voice, to his touch, I melt by his kiss and I look at him differently… desire has turned into something else, I have no control over what I feel for him, and I just can’t get enough… I want more….

..That want to feel more…

How I became an Orgasm Junkie

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I don’t really lose bets.  This one, I will not admit to losing, it was more of a Freebie.  Of course, if you asked Brian, he’ll say he won fair and square.

It was late at night.  Brian and I had been discussing his previous experiences, which were many.  I sometimes felt overwhelmed, and I had a thing in the back of my mind about being the best he ever had.

Brian had told me about being able to tease a woman for an hour, just holding her at the edge of an orgasm for a whole hour!!! (Of course I wanted my share of that).  I was yet again skeptical of Brian’s abilities.  I also remember him saying that I orgasm during foreplay at least once.  So having that in mind, I decided to challenge him with a bet.

“He would tease me for an hour and I wouldn’t come. If he won, I’d drive 3 blocks topless, If I won, I’d get to tie him up”

The day of the bet was a sunny Tuesday and I was wearing… what was I wearing?. I don’t remember.  Doesn’t matter…

Brian started working me up to an orgasm with… His tongue of course, soft kisses here and there that grew up more and more aggressive, only to suddenly stop.  That wasn’t enough punishment from Mr. B, Though.

He asked me to lay on my back, my knees at the edge of the bed, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me, I got the a “Girl, you in trouble!” look that made me whimper a little bit.  He smiled and …. YES!! the feeling! so intense and I was right there!, he had me where he wanted me.  The Magic of  a make up brush.  (Yes, girls, A. MAKE UP. BRUSH!!!) he played with my clit, my slit, my thighs, he slowly and fast, slowly again.  He took an eyebrow brush and he played with my inner labia, yes, he  brushed me into a delicious orgasm… not yet…. almost.

He works upward, he starts playing with my nipples, twisting, and pulling, massaging my breasts and my kissing and biting, meanwhile, inside I´m getting fingered and played and I´m just about ready, finally I can feel it coming, my well deserved orgasm…

WHAT?!!…Why … the….hell are you stopping….?! You Son of a b….!!!!

¨Fifteen more minutes¨ he said. And I felt a need for that orgasm high I get after Brian, plays with me.

I did not want to hold it anymore, my orgasm, was there, ready for me to get it, an incredibly sharp, intense orgasm, waves of pleasure, slipping between my fingers, I had to stop it, I decided I did not want to let him stop, not this time.  I did the one thing left to do… I begged.

¨You, asshole!!¨, Please, please can I come now?¨

With that look, that manages to melt me every single time. He looked at me and said: ¨You May¨ I came, in waves and waves of orgasmic bliss, that I still think about from time, to time.

Watching Brian´s look of accomplishment, brings an edge to my orgasms that I don´t know how to describe, but I always look for when I get my orgasm fix….

Fuck me on a couch… Fuck me again, on the chair… and PLAYING IN THE PUDDLE

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The 3rd time meeting Brian was a Tuesday.  He was about to leave his hotel and we got a couple hours to play.  I was wearing a dress red on top with a black bottom. I liked it because it made my butt look curvy.  My butt is practically non existent so I take any help I can get.

So, I showed up to his hotel room, and it was pretty awkward at first. I did want to have sex with him, he knew I was nervous, anyone could tell from like a mile away!!

He grabbed me, quickly and smoothly.  He held on to me and caressed me, made me feel safe and a little bit calm before he moved in to kiss me. (Whoever said butterflies in your stomach was a nice feeling is a moron! I hate them.  Butterflies south … an entirely different story)

There he is, caressing my neck, my shoulders. He is sitting on a couch and I’m sitting on his lap, facing away from him. he goes from my neck to my boobs with one hand while his other hand travels up my thigh. I feel calm and excited at the same time.  Is that possible?

After a few minutes of touching those very sensible places of myself, he is ready to enter me, I let him.  This is a position I have never tried before. This position is uncomfortable, he is having trouble staying inside.  I’m thinking I should say something, but I don’t.  He doesn’t either.

Woah!!! I’m on the air. Brian has lifted me, without warning. He positioned me on my knees on top of a chair and entered me.  All in one swift and fast movement.  I would have objected, maybe…except… I liked it…. I liked it a lot!!!

He liked the visual he got must have been a good one.  Because I can feel him excited inside me… I am still not over the… uhm,  surprise. Should say something?…

uh…. oh.. OH!! he is hitting that spot, well I can’t and won’t.  I feel him tense he grabs my hips and pounds me hard and fast, hitting my spot, every time. I am unaware of my loud moaning, but he enjoys it.  One thing about Brian is that he never neglects any part of me, he plays with my boobs, my neck, my hair, my ass… He’s just having too much fun with it; and so am I, loving it and ready. I come; I have that amazing orgasm that starts somewhere and ends everywhere.  I am gasping for air, and trying to focus, I am dizzy and my knees are weak, my hair is tangled, my bra is out of place…  I turn around to face him, I give him one long look. DAMN HIM!! He’s as calm, collected and fresh as if we had talked, rather than fucked.

Brian offers me his hand and I take it.  He must have noticed my wobbly knees because he grabs me by the waist and guides me to the bed. He suggests I remove my dress, which I obediently do.  He lays down with me. He is on his back and I’m on my side, with my head above his arm.  I like it there, I fit so well.

We talk for a while, and I’m nervous again, blabbering about whatever, until I sigh, still feeling that little tickle, a lingering high from my recent orgasm. He likes that, he smiles, a very smug smile and whispers..”I did that”. (Really?! I’m wet again!)

I had been unaware of the whereabouts of Brian’s hand during that brief exchange, but I locate it once I feel his finger inside me.  I turn to look at him, he smiles… Again that smug smile.  I just give in, entirely to the feeling of his expert hands inside playing with my spot.  He whispers again,and it takes me a while to understand what he said, because his fingers are aggressively bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. I get “the look” again, and a smile.

I call that “Playing in the Puddle”

Needless to say that I came again.

The Only Thing Better Than Bacon is Bacon wrapped in Bacon… AND THE LOOK!!

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Have you ever had someone look at you?  Give you a look that gets you warm all over and by all over I mean between your thighs? Not a gesture, not a touch, just a look, “The Look?”  That is what “The look” means for me. 

What I like most about my body is my face, I think I have a pretty face, but my boobs… are an asset.

The second time I met Brian, we both had work, so we just had breakfast together.  It was a nice, warm, sunny day, and I wore a gray dress with lots of cleavage.  While we were at the cafe having our delicious omelet and a fruit plate for me, we had enjoyable conversation… Brian could not stop staring at my boobs!!!

Brian had mentioned previously that he was a fan of smaller breasts (Because, he thought, they were more sensitive than bigger boobs) I decided to test his theory, by showing him that girls with big boobs get the fun and… “The look”.

Brian kept looking down my dress which was strategically showing just a little bit of areola.  The look I got was so warm, his eyes were shining and lust was pouring out of them, I had a hard time concentrating and maintaining eye contact. Of course the fact that he was having a hard time looking into my eyes was key… (My plan totally backfired!! I wanted to make him speechless.  That look disarmed me.)

He noticed, because when I dropped him off at his hotel he caressed, slowly, and softly from my neck down into my cleavage… Again that look…uhm… so…powerful.  “Thank you for wearing this for me” He kissed me, and walked away.

I immediately went home and changed my panties.

PS. I sent him a text later in our relationship

Me: What do you prefer boobs or bacon?

Brian: Bacon. It goes with everything.

Brian: Let me change my mind.  I love your boobs.  They are like my bacon.

I sent him a picture of my boobs.

Brian: Bacon, bacon, bacon.

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His idea of what we should be…And Rules

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I met Brian at McAllister’s, and told him what I was wearing, I knew what he was wearing and I knew he was already waiting for me.  I opened the door, and was overwhelmed by what I saw, he wasn’t cute!… He was fucking handsome, Like I wanna do you NOW!! handsome.  He smiled kinda shyly and I … looked away, and walked past him to the order line!  (Don’t ask, I want to kick myself! every freaking time I remember this part!)

Anyway, brave and confident as he is, he approached me, as I waited in line, he got really close to my ear, and spoke really softly, I heard him, but I was so overwhelmed by him, that I eloquently blank stared him and said…. “whut??”  He spoke a little bit louder, and slower.  “What does Hubby think you’re doing?”.  Thankfully, I found my voice again and replied “Shopping”   We chatted for a little while and he finally told me what he did for a living.  When I was done eating my salad, we drove separately to Victoria’s Secret and we shopped. He picked a few pieces and I babbled (I was nervous)… surprisingly, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought It’d be.

During our conversation Brian asked about my expectations for this new… probably to be liaison, having little to no experience in affairs, mine was simple sex.  I wanted to try new things, and to actually have sex.

He suggested that he become my Mentor and I his student.  I had no objection to it.  I actually thought it would be beneficial to learn a few things.  I wouldn’t feel so guilty if I took this affair as an entirely educational experience….. right?…

During our Conversation, we came up with a few rules:

  1. This Affair is to last two years
  2. Neither he, nor me, is to have another affair, I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps around, but it’s what’s safe and practical for both of us.  The only other sexual partner allowed are our own spouses.
  3. We are not to contact each other EVER after our affair is done.
  4. We are not to communicate during the weekends.  He goes back to his hometown and It’s my family time.

We had agreed on our rules, we had chosen our lingerie, and we had chemistry, we were ready to translate that chemistry into a physical form, and he had something to prove…