Oh, fuck. I miss that so much. Soooooo much.
It's like...
Remember, in Superman, when he presses the Kryptonite rod into the rock and the Fortress of Solitude is formed? It's like that. Once the cock enters, it builds a beautiful, glistening, Fortress of Solitude, crystalline orgasm by crystalline orgasm, each one shutting out a little bit more of the body's resistance to the shattering Megaorgasm to come, until we're all alone inside that glowing cavern, both of us glistening together, me licking the sweat from his chest and his brow, nibbling on the sensitive space between his biceps and triceps, him sucking furiously at my face, my tits, my (oh, FUCK!) neck, both shuddering as the one-a-second climaxes build and the ringing and rushing in my ears (like the random, errant space-sounds Kal-El must have heard on his journey to Earth) close out everything, and a geyser from between my legs transforms that crystal cavern into Kublai Khan's sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice, with their sacred river, Alph, boiling up from underneath.
MMMMMNGH!
So. Fucking. GOOOD!!!
I wish I could find someone I could trust that much again...
I know you don't watch porn, but this is a good example of what I'm talking about:
Marie Luv vs Mandingo...Kyd!!!
...at about 8:30, he goes all the way in to her backstop and withdraws about an inch and works that distance in and out. If you play really close attention, there's this kindy of bumpy hesitation about 1/4" from the apex of his in-stroke. They do it again at about 13:00. I love how they work that area and she's just oozing the gooey stuff
You must be psychic. I mentioned this here:
http://www.lpsg.org/204878-squeezing-clenching-down-on-something-2.html#post3023447
...my last sentence to Tee&A asking about the squeezing around a motionless cock. Something like that?
No excuses, just get him back in there until you do remember to take notes for me. Tell him it's for valuable research.
Oh, fuck. I miss that so much. Soooooo much.
It's like...
Remember, in Superman, when he presses the Kryptonite rod into the rock and the Fortress of Solitude is formed? It's like that. Once the cock enters, it builds a beautiful, glistening, Fortress of Solitude, crystalline orgasm by crystalline orgasm, each one shutting out a little bit more of the body's resistance to the shattering Megaorgasm to come, until we're all alone inside that glowing cavern, both of us glistening together, me licking the sweat from his chest and his brow, nibbling on the sensitive space between his biceps and triceps, him sucking furiously at my face, my tits, my (oh, FUCK!) neck, both shuddering as the one-a-second climaxes build and the ringing and rushing in my ears (like the random, errant space-sounds Kal-El must have heard on his journey to Earth) close out everything, and a geyser from between my legs transforms that crystal cavern into Kublai Khan's sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice, with their sacred river, Alph, boiling up from underneath.
MMMMMNGH!
So. Fucking. GOOOD!!!
The gooey stuff is pretty good isn't it :biggrin1:.
I did notice the bumpy bit. When people do that to me I usually end up needing a still-and-squeezing orgasm afterwards. One just seems to lead to the other.
If I'd been around when you started that thread, I would have been all over it. That's exactly what I was talking about.
At your command . . .
I don't think you can possibly know how good and amazing and.... Ohhhhhh DAMN! it feels. It's something that possesses you like a demon and commands you to take everything that touches you into your body and tenses every tense-able anything inside you until you just physically cannot fucking do it anymore.
And then, like the waves on the "shores" of a pool of water, waves created by dropping a boulder into it, it laps at you with its fucking exquisite torture of aftershock orgasms, so that you're so dazed you're not sure if you want to keep fucking or pass out or hit the next being that/who stimulates your fucking fully-charged sex-battery of a body. Like being a human submachine gun with a hairtrigger and no safety.
I don't think you can possibly know how good and amazing and.... Ohhhhhh DAMN! it feels. It's something that possesses you like a demon and commands you to take everything that touches you into your body and tenses every tense-able anything inside you until you just physically cannot fucking do it anymore.
And then, like the waves on the "shores" of a pool of water, waves created by dropping a boulder into it, it laps at you with its fucking exquisite torture of aftershock orgasms, so that you're so dazed you're not sure if you want to keep fucking or pass out or hit the next being that/who stimulates your fucking fully-charged sex-battery of a body. Like being a human submachine gun with a hairtrigger and no safety.
I don't think you can possibly know how good and amazing and.... Ohhhhhh DAMN! it feels. It's something that possesses you like a demon and commands you to take everything that touches you into your body and tenses every tense-able anything inside you until you just physically cannot fucking do it anymore.
And then, like the waves on the "shores" of a pool of water, waves created by dropping a boulder into it, it laps at you with its fucking exquisite torture of aftershock orgasms, so that you're so dazed you're not sure if you want to keep fucking or pass out or hit the next being that/who stimulates your fucking fully-charged sex-battery of a body. Like being a human submachine gun with a hairtrigger and no safety.
This is why sex is like chasing a dragon made of smoke for me. I want it, I always want it. It fulfills me. Overpowering, mind numbing, yet I can never get enough. Orgasms aren't the end-all be-all for sex with me. It's much more. It's the sense of opening you up, entering you and swimming inside you, emracing your soul, drinking you, taking you in my hands and smearing you all over me. Completing me.
It's an itch you can't scratch. Then one day, you find a way to scratch it, and never want to stop. It's that pocket of safety you never want to leave for it makes you whole. Makes you know pure, perfect joy.
Pretty good? Fucking heavenly is what it is. I've often stopped myself in mid-stroke so I can pull out and lick clean the stuff that's leaked out. I figured if it's not on my cock and it's not in her, it's *not* going to waste. That stuff's going down my throat.
In a word, YUM!
A still-and-squeezing orgasm... Very appropriate description for what happens with my wife!! I love popping my cockhead in that space and just watching her eyes glaze over, then shut... then squeeze shut.... grimace and then feel her cunt grasping my cock tighter and tighter while she has wave after wave of orgasms. I can feel her backstop tent out even further allowing myself to push even deeper. I grab her wrists, lie down on her and push into this newfound space, making it even worse for her. By now, she's pinned down, totally restrained, squeezing my cock for dear life. Every movement she attempts, drives me deeper still. She opens her mouth to scream and I kiss her. I slide my tongue in her mouth and she surprises me by sucking it. Sucking it hard. I can feel the reverberations of her screams just above my jaw line and right below my cheeks.
Like that?
So far, you're doing a good job making up for lost time. Get back there and give me more details then.
I do like the ring of that statement.
Oh my gosh! You two have just managed to describe what sex is like for me EXACTLY. I could never describe it that well.
Emp, no more writing like that please! It challenges my 1% :biggrin1::smile:
ROFL :biggrin1:. I feel the same about man-cum :tongue:
Oh fuck - how long has it been since I called you a bastard . . .
Me too . . . a little too much :tongue:
Blame Emp for that. I was just bouncing off of her initial description by describing (or attempting to anyway) the counterpart.
Bump it up by another 49% and you'll make my wife a happy(-ier) woman!
Love a woman that knows how to clean up my mess -- the same way I'd clean hers up!
23 days
Nonsense. No such thing as too much
You mean I could have both of you :biggrin1:.
You wouldn't be able to keep up with both of us :tongue:
I was about to say I'm at my happiest when I'm swallowing cum, but I've been thinking that about a lot of sex related stuff lately. Suffice to say that it makes me very, very happy . . .
You didn't just do a search for that did you?
Well 23 days is obviously too long. Either I've become more creative in my replies, or you've not been trying hard enough :tongue:
Okay, you win this one :smile:
We've discussed threesomes before, but haven't done it yet. One sticking point is that she wants the "toy" all to herself. I'm ok with that, but ideally I'd love to have some inside time with her too.
Ahh, that's the beauty with bisexual women and my brain. I don't have to keep up. In RawDogLand everyone's happy because everyone's fucking everyone. Whoever's tired can rest and watch.
If I can make money writing about, and living out, all I wanted to do sexually, I'd be happiest. For now, I just have to settle for being pretty darn happy.
Oh, and having someone around to swallow my cum PRICELESS!
No, I have it in my calendar right here. (Just kidding) I did a quick search for the word bastard, written by subgirrl and that post from 23 days ago popped up.
I will try harder. And you've called me more colorful names where "bastard" would've been sufficient. But please, don't hesitate to call me names as long as you feel the love dripping down you leg.
We both win. It's a win-win thing.
I love how you call it 'inside time'. Very cute :smile:.
subgirrl said:I have to say, the only kind of threesome I'd be up for is the kind where I'm getting all the attention - I'm selfish that way :biggrin1:
subgirrl said:RawDogLand does sound like a very happy place :tongue:. In subgirrlLand, subgirrl gets all the attention. I just like the idea of me and several cocks to play with . . .
subgirrl said:Looking for volunteers? :tongue:
subgirrl said:As you manage to make me wet on a fairly regular basis, I see lots of name-calling in our future . . .
subgirrl said:Win-win is always good :smile:
Oh, Subgirrl... However can I soothe you...
There you go again, calling me cute. Remember the last time you called me cute?
Besides, when MrsR says, "What do you want to do this weekend?" My response of "I'd like to stay in", makes soooo much more sense now.
Can't fault you for that!
Sounds like a very warm, very wet place.
If MrsR approves, hell yeah! The more the merrier.
Only if you deserve it.
Warm . . . wet . . . and very, very happy. I can only dream . . . fantasies are so much worse when you have real material to base them on.
If I ever go on holiday, I swear I'm visiting!
I'll be very good, promise :tongue:
There always seems to be a bit of remorse/regret at the tail end of the fantasy in cases like that.
[/QUOTE]That's no fun. You gotta misbehave, resistance isn't always futile.
Not an ounce of regret in mine . . . except that I only got to fulfill it once . . .
Oh, so I should be a very BAD girl :tongue: ?
That's what I was getting at with the "regret" part.
It's good to be bad.