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Somehow in the process of him leaving for the cave, he let his hands get the better of him and he ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy I had been generating all day.
He got me off something fierce. And something soft. And something rough. And something kinky. And something perfect. A bunch of times.
I can only give highlights: I was in The Trance. Ravished and unaware of anything but feeling.
I have new appreciation for the one-person-naked-and-the-other-person-dressed scenario. That added some kinky flare I never expected. Not unlike my repeat fantasy of visiting Caveman in his office and him letting me remove key clothing items from him and have a really deep blowjob. I think of that every time I see him at his desk. But that's not his thing. Just mine.
A favourite moment. I was insanely randy. The orgasms came really quickly but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them (I get off too fast) was dulled by the sexy, sexy intensity and sensuality of it all. At one point, Caveman is lying on his back and I am beside him. Because he is so fully dressed, my nakedness feels extra naked. He holds my legs as wide apart, as wide as they will go, using his legs as straddlers. He's very tall so it works well. I am prisoner of love. My cunt feels like the clown behind the board, where you throw wet sponges at it, and it knows one of those wet sponges is going to be big and wet and warm and hit bang on. But which one? And when?
Just the anticipation of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming. I place my hands behind my head to complete the tie up. I decide I will not retreat (not that I could, except to use my hands) no matter how intense it gets.
He strokes and fingers. He frequently wets his fingers with his mouth. That licking sound grabs me. Makes me wish he was going down on me. His legs assert themselves to confirm I cannot move. A sudden wet something (finger, thumb?) goes up my ass and stops in that place where I get the tail buzz.
I realize the power of the tailgasm is almost opposite of an orgasm. While a clitgasm builds and climaxes, a tailgasm is a steady something of good feeling that is unwavering. And it's a matter of how much good I can stand. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow.
My tits get very hard at times like this. My nipples are insanely sensitive. Big cave hands all over right then would be heavenly. But I feel nothing but the cold air of the fan making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives.
The thumb(?) stays in the ass and other fingers roam the front. I wonder if this is what being tied up is all about? The insanely sensual feeling of being wide open, so vulnerable, and absolutely urgently craving a wild and unrelenting fucking?
At the same moment that he goes big and deep in my cunt, zeroing right in on the g-spot with all the thrust I was dying for, he starts sucking my hard tit: lapping it up. His late-day whiskers feel painfully good. Prickling through the numbness of the arousal.
He fucks me like crazy. I am all too well aware of the tail feeling and I feel like my hips are floating, fleeing from the scene. I pretend my hands are tied behind my head and resistance is indeed futile. The ass and pussy fucking settle down while he rattles away on the clit. I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I have been released.
I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird.
I spent years thinking of sex as a reward for when things are good. Not a release when things are not so good. And now, it's everything. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. But mostly just carries me away. I think I'm liking this sex stuff.
Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.
One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock. Often, when he's concentrating on giving me orgasms, he keeps my hands from his penis (despite my best efforts to sneak down there). I'm slowly learning to accept this concept of uninterrupted concentration because I'm quite different. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me. But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the flow, Baby. Go with the flow.
So, back to the bedroom. I started playing gently with his cock. It got deliciously rocky-hard rather quickly. Amazing creature, the penis is. That super hardness was a happy surprise because we had already screwed earlier. And all of a sudden, he gets on top of me and starts screwing all over again. Funny how my tongue just instantly starts tracing over his neck and face when we're doing this. Mouth wants what pussy has. Pussy goes nuts when mouth gets its share. Breasts require licking and sucking between acts.
There is this thing that happens with his cock that is very pleasing but hard to describe. I get this feeling as if it is telescoping into me. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper into me. If I think about this as we screw, and he's hitting the right spot, I cum. With a really good deep moany groan and a woosh of wet.
And that's what happened last night. That telescoping cock did its perfect thing and I came with this wonderful gushing wet feeling all over his hard dick. Fuck, I loved that. And I believe that's what I said: Fuck, I loved that. It was simple, but oh, so effective.
The other thing that we did that was simple, shiny and new was some from-behind handgasms. The Caveman came up with this trick just as I thought we were winding down for the night. (Admittedly, I could get off all night, so we just have to stop somewhere.)
I was still lying beside him, sucking on his shoulder (I'll suck anything). I had probably already had about twenty orgasms, though they're difficult to count as separate when they're the kind that seem like one very long one, interrupted by hand rest breaks. So, as I was saying, I raised hips up off the bed, with my ass in the air and he started playing with the ultrasoft area just between the clit and the cock garage (that's vagina to you medical professionals). Just felt like saying that--cock garage. lol. The new but simple part is that, I do believe that yet another (different) type of orgasm occurs when the clit is approached from the back rather than the front, even if it's the exact same spot being stimulated. Masters and Johnson need my research. I wish I could say exactly what he was doing, but I was a moaning, sweating, blubbering, shoulder-sucking happy mess by this point, and I don't really know.
I just know something seemed to finger my ass, and something else was kind of softly pushing into the pussy lips and engaging this below-the-clit spot. It gave this soft, creamy feeling that was really sweet.
Much of our night was like that: creamy and sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places. Sometimes he sucked on my breasts and when his mouth wasn't there, I'd get this wild vacuum suction feeling, as if my entire breasts were being pulled up into a giant, tonguey mouth. Hoover me, Baby.
Another happy moment was when I was kneeling over him and we started kissing really tonguey and frantically and deep while he fucked me with his thumb and played with my ass. When it's wild like that, I like the ass business soft, and the clit pretty direct. His lips are perfection. The strong, pointy feel of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him. Yum. That tongue made me want to put my pussy right over him and have him tongue and suck and lick until I cannot withhold the scream any longer. But I'm still a little timid about imposing myself on him that way.
The rest is a blur. As I panted to catch my breath and kissed him goodnight, I declared the evening almost entirely unbloggable. I'm thinking I may have to get the girl from the library to come by at night and take notes for me