The art of making love
First story in many..hope you enjoy it. This experience really marked an important moment in my life
Up until that day, I had no idea that a man could actually feel me having an orgasm. I only knew that he was going to ask me afterwards if I came and I would reply "Yes"(because I didn't actually knowhow an orgasm felt like - THAT type of orgasm - there are quite a few types of orgasms - the ones I have felt, but that is a different story). But this time he knew. So he came back from the bathroom, very much alive and he takes me up and leads me to the hallway, but stops me right as I am about to go through the open door, bends me down and takes me from behind. The simple surprise made me wet. His moves were awesome, but something was missing...
"You really don't want to cum for me?" he whispered in my ear.
I told him that I needed a little something on my clit in order to cum. His touches were very arousing, my pussy was completely surrendering to his soft caresses all over the pussy lips: one finger on one lip, touching it very soft, then moving lower and lower until reaching the base of Mount Venus. I could have stayed awake all night long to enjoy that, but it seems like caresses are just like a sleeping pill, especially after sex...so after a while, we kept on talking, he told me he wanted to meet again sometime and then we both fell into the spell of the night...
In the morning, I left him sleeping, got into the shower, got ready and left because I had to go to work. As I was on the road, I kept on listening to a few songs I have heard the previous night and kept reliving those wonderful moments and hoping that next time I will finally get THAT HAPPY ENDING. The artist is the man who has taught me a lot..that is why I kept on seeing him. I had a good feeling about him. And I was not wrong. 
From the first moment I set foot in that shower, I felt it: the cold water..., but very soon he got me warmed up. The sweet touch of those big juicy lips all over mine , as the fingers started travelling down on my back, making me shiver. Then he went down and took the shower(that was now giving warm water) and placed it above us letting the water flow all over our naked bodies that were very much in touch with each other. Sitting so close to him had its advantages because I was able to feel him growing right between my legs. So I couldn't help myself and got down on my knees. Again. His energy was strong, but at the same time gentle and calm. I was feeling so comfortable doing that. At one point he got me up from there and turned me around to face the wall, started rubbing his cock on my butt and guided his dick with his hand right between my legs..but he never got in. He was just playing around my pussy, making me desire him more and more. I wanted to beg for his cock, but I was too ashamed to actually do it. He asked me:
"Do you want it, baby?" and then he added: "You seem to be quite wet." I think I immediately turned colours...I said a soft yes. Then he turned me around and started washing me: neck, breasts, going down to my pussy, insisting a little bit there(and the backside), then my legs. Then I put some shower gel and started washing him too: face, neck, arms, waist, cock( I really loved touching that cock, but I didn't understand why), really insisting on that part, then the legs and the feet. I really enjoyed that cleaning ritual. He was still hard, so he started hurrying that whole process of washing. In a couple of minutes we were both naked in the bedroom. Not much furniture here either, but candles. A lot of candles. I am not the romantic type, but the light from candles feels so inspiring to me. I started sucking him nice and slow, looking at him while I was sitting on my knees close to the edge of the bed.
"I want to fuck your pussy" he whispers to my ear after pulling out of my mouth. He then gently turns me around, bends me down(doggy) and starts playing his magical fingers there. Then he leaves the room for a little bit telling me he will be back shortly. He returns with only one piece of clothing(hahahha-for his cock). Still hard, he puts it on and then asks me: "How do you want it? Slow or one hard hit?"...silence. I couldn't say a word.. I said "Slow" and then he puts the tip of the cock right next to my pussy, almost in. I tried to move to get him inside, but he just grabbed my hips and laid me on the bed right on my belly. He got on top of me, covering my body with his. His cock was very well placed, the tip close to the pussy. Even though I couldn't move, that was not bothering me, it was kind of arousing. I expected him to enter all at once, but he didn't. His cock enterred my pussy so gentle, that it made me feel how I was getting filled up by his cock, giving birth to a new sensation all along the way. Now he was in. It felt so good having him on top of me, in total control. It was good. He was pushing and pulling slowly...ohhh....again and again and again...until he came...and asked me if I was close. I told him that I wasn't and stopped him. Then he pulled out and went to the bathroom. As he was there, I got lost in my thoughts and started thinking about stuff like: Why did I enjoy the blowjob so much? How did he get me wet in the first place? Can a man tell if his partner has an orgasm?(I mean, the artist did - back then it was wow for me) I knew why I didn't cum: I didn't have the toy to stimulate my clit...final part next week. Have a wonderful day!
While his cock was going in and out of my throat slowly, his fingers were touching my body, but in a sexy way, something more like a tickle than grabbing me. He was gentle, his moves were slow, he was aware of his size and he was paying very much attention to my moves because everytime I would run out of air(it is kind of hard to breathe, when your airways are closed), he pulled out. And we kept doing this until he came, but he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my tits...he had a nice cumshot. As he came, he was moaning. I loved hearing that. I knew the feeling, but this time it was somehow different. I felt like a real woman. Even though I didn't cum and I couldn't see his face as he was cumming(mostly because of the position), my brain was pumping me with joy. I was feeling so good. It was a different kind of fullfilment, the simple act of GIVING pleasure...wow! That was the moment I discovered that I am really interested in knowing and mastering THE ART OF PLEASURE. We kept experimenting all sorts of things afterwards. Now that I come to think about it, I think he was sort of an exhibitionsit because even though we only dated indoors to fuck, he did want to do something a little more public. And I did have a video he filmed with a bj(I am not sure if I should contact him or not to ask him if he still has it). He would always insist on me looking at the camera, but I was feeling shy...at least in the beginning. When I saw the video, I understood why eye contact was so important. That is the way to send your energy, through the eyes (the mirror of the soul, in my opinion). And the ideal way is when your partner is looking back and he is sending you his energy too. His calm energy was making me calm down. At some point I started enjoying being filmed, but not as much as to ask for it myself. At least back then I didn't do it.
Back to that night, he went to the bathroom to bring me some paper towels and then he went back there. I wiped the cum off my chest and then I got up and went to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. 
"Let's get clean together!" he said and pulled me in the shower. He started kissing me. Oh, I loved his lips - soft, warm, big. But the lower lip is always thicker so I love sucking it..I am not such a great kisser, but I love playing with the lips, wherever i get the chance to do it..
That shower was indeed something I needed badly....I will tell you all about it next time. See you next week!
Hahaha...such a suggestive title...he led me to the couch and laid me down on my back with my head falling on the edge of the couch. My heart was pumping. I was a little scared. Long and thick, dangerous combination...I opened my mouth and he took his cock, placed it in front of my mouth and started pushing. Here, in the facial area wasn't the same push like it was in my pussy, he was very delicate. He was pushing a little bit, then pulling back, but not completeley, just enough as to make my mouth wet. Then he started pushing deeper. But slow, as he was telling me: 
"I love this, baby! I love facefucking you deep." and then he starts moving his right hand towards my pussy and slips one finger inside.
"It seems like I am not the only one enjoying this!" he said and then he sucked his finger(yes, the one he put inside). "I love your taste!"(my eyes got big, but he couldn't see me, unless he had an eye right between his legs--hahaha)
And then he started pushing a little harder. It was becoming a little bit more uncomfortable. He was thick, so his cock was filling up my throat completely. I couldn't breathe, so every time I felt like I didn't have air anymore, I would try to push him out of the throat, but just as he felt my throat pushing him out, he pulled. He really knew how to facefuck even with his big cock.
What really surprised me was the fact that the more he pushed, the wetter I would get. Why? Was it normal? I could feel his big cock pulsing inside of my mouth, I was struggling not to touch him with the teeth. And the lack of air was kind of pleasant, for some reason. He was enjoying it so much and he made sure to tell me that.
I have learnt a few things that night: being relaxed when having sex always helps, especially if there is a deepthroat involved, eye contact is so good no matter what you're doing..and music helps...I guess I will see you in a week?
Sitting down on my knees, facing him I couldn't help but notice his legs: the way the muscles hug together on a man's legs is one of the things I enjoy visually. Because men have nice legs too. And I can see the beauty even if it's coverred by hair, something that men usually have(I have a little joke for the guys who shave their legs...). Leave it there. I love it! As I was admiring the legs, I was lost in my thoughts again. Then the feeling of something warm on my forehead woke me up. I looked up. I almost laughed. Guess what? I was looking straight up at the magical place where it all comes from, right? The balls. And then I saw his cock. It was fully erect. 
"Do you like my cock, baby?" he asked.
I just nodded my head approving of what he said. I was unable to say a word. So I just went straight to his cock, making sure my mouth is coverred and I don't say stupid things. Back then I was just a woman who had finally learnt how to give herself pleasure, but didn't quite know how to do that with a man. And I was also totally unprepared. I knew that I liked certain things. So I said to myself "I will not orgasm tonight". And then as I looked him in the eyes, I started taking his dick in my mouth..oh, it was so much alive. I could feel the head pulsing inside of my mouth as I took him in deeper and deeper. And every time his head would hit the back of my mouth, the beginning of the throat, I could feel it pulsing once more. And then he took control for a little bit. Pulling out and pushing in my mouth. I had previously enjoyed performing an oral, but this time was somehow different. I was all wet. The more he pushed, the more I liked it. I could almost feel his passion. And then he took me up, started kissing me as he was leading me back to the couch. This time he laid me down on the edge of it. Omg! The last time I did that and he had the control, it didn't turn out that great, if you know what I mean. He was kind of big, so I was a little scared.
That night has taught me quite a few important lessons...that we will discover together next time..
Because while I was having those thoughts, his hand went down and took his hard cock, placed it right next to my pussy and then started pushing. The first push was so strong that it woke me back up to reality. This "surprise" just made my pussy even more wet than it already was. The moment was so intense...After getting connected through his cock, he grabbed both my arms by my elbows. my bottom was pressed on his pelvic area, his cock was penetrating me hard. The harder he hit me, the wetter I would get. I could almost hear how wet my pussy was. Going in and out and in and out. And I was able to feel every single centimeter of his cock making its way into my pussy deeper every time. Oh, how I loved that position. And then he started moving faster and faster.
"You don't want to cum yet, huh?", he whisperred in my ear. 
With a single move he pulled out of me and turned me around to face him. The second I made eye contact with him(oh, those big expressive eyes filled with desire), I felt even more aroused. And I could finally satisfy my curiosity. That is when I saw his cock for the first time as my eyes went down.
"Do you like it, baby? Do you like my cock?"
At that time, I was still unable to do ditrytalk in my own native language. The words were too powerful to me, so I couldn't say a single word. I just blushed a little bit, said yes and wanted to go down on my knees, but he grabbed me and started kissing me while playing with my breasts. My hands went down as I grabbed his shirt and took it off. He completely removed his pants. He started licking my lips. Then I took control of the situation: with the tip of my tongue, I started touching his neck, his chest, licking each nipple. My eyes were closed so I could enjoy the feeling and the taste of his skin. And his cock was so responsive as my hands went down to touch it. Every touch of my tongue made it pulse. The closer I was getting to it, the harder it got and the harder it pulsed. The sexual tension was filling up the air. And I finally got down on my knees. Now I was facing his cock. I was ready to suck him and I really wanted to do that. So I looked up at him. He was looking at me, waiting for the moment my lips would finally touch his cock..As I was sitting on my knees I couldn't help but notice his legs...wow...look at the time. Time for me to finish this post for today, but the story continues...next time 
"I love the taste of your pussy. I want to put my cock inside of you and make you cum." 
So he turned me around and now I could feel his breath on my back...it felt so nice..every single touch on my spine with his wet and warm tongue made me get aroused...more and more with every single touch. I can still remember that my ears were very alert, my heart was pumping, my breath was getting more intense. I could hear him doing something behind me(just the condom - I didn't have to bring this thing up. I always love a well prepared man). At some point the noise stopped. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me towards him. That moment I felt him for the first time. He was pressing hard against my buttcheeks and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tell how big it was, but he was hard, very hard. Then, he gently took his hands from.my hips, his left hand grabbed my left elbow and his right hand went down and started guiding his dick towards my pussy. I wanted to feel him inside, the desire was so big, I was very wet and he kept teasing me by rubbing his hard cock all over my swollen clit. Then he started sliding his head inside just a little bit. And then he pulled out. And in. And out. And every time I was pushing myself against him he asked me:
"Do you want it? Tell me, how bad do you want to feel my dick in your pussy?"
I couldn't say a word. Every time I wanted to say a single word, I couldn't. I felt overwhelmed. I didn't know how to react, what to do. He had total control over the rhythm, over the moves, over the music, over everything..but the most important, over my body. How could he know how to make me feel like that? I felt embarassed for not understanding what was going on with my body...i was way too old to NOT know too much about my body..and then I snapped out of it because....that is something that you are going to find out next time...See ya! Soon.
So there we were, in the living room, kissing. His hands started travelling all over my naked body: from the lips and then moving on to my neck...his fingers sat there for a while, caressing it. I can still remember that big room with just the right amount of furniture(for a man). The only lights we had were the candles on the floor. The music was playing on the background, some mixes of music...there were 2 songs that I still remember(for some reason, when I memorize the lyrics of a song, I will remember them for years and years - it is an irony because my "singing" voice sounds pretty much like the a donkey is being pulled by its tail). That was the first time I "felt" the music. Every beat of the music, every single sound was entering my body as his hands started touching my breasts. I wanted to get lost in that moment. I just closed my eyes and focused on all those new sensations I was having. I couldn't move, I just sat there(when I look back on that moment, I realize that I was actually being selfish). Then, as his hands got all the way down to my pussy, I started getting really nervous..he noticed that I was dry so he just went down and started licking me. The moment his lips touched my clit, my eyes suddenly opened and I realized that he was good at what he was doing there. I looked at him, but I was feeling somehow shy, I felt embarassed to make eye contact with him as he was licking me. Oh, but I was curious, so curious about him...he came back up to me and whisperred in my ear:
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The rest tomorrow. Or the next day...hihihi
Hello my dearest reader(s)...hahhah...writing my thoughts is one of the things i really wanted to do for a long time now. I am a passionate person with lots of immagination, drawn by the new like a magnet. I realize now, that looking back on my life, I got myself into dangerous situations without even realizing. But i guess I might have some connections upstairs..
Ever since I have finally started having orgasms(age of 26), I feel like I have a lot to catch up on. Lots and lots of experiences to have and many more things to learn. 
I do have a story that comes to my mind, with someone who is an artist. It is a story that lasted some years. So one night I was out dancing with my sister, I was really enjoying the music and at some point I was approached by a man. I do not remember exactly what he said to me(might have had some orgasms before this conversation took place - and I mean the alcoholic cocktail,), but I remember giving him some contact info. So after a while I get a random message from him. I remembered who he was. But couldn't quite seem to remember how he looked like, but I said to myself why not go and meet the guy. So that is exactly what I did. But, because I couldn't remember how he looked like, I texted him while he was inside and told him to come outside because I was unable to locate him. The evening was great, I really enjoyed our conversation. So at one point he asked me if I wanted to go together to his place. I did. But what I didn't know was what was waiting for me there. To better understand things, this is one of my first experiences with a man who really knew what foreplay was, he even knew where the G spot is. I was around 27 back then. He brought a bottle of wine, red wine. And then he made a sandwich(check "How I met your mother" for the sandwich reference) - i haven't had one in some years. So I got really in the mood for intimacy, but before I did anything, he started kissing me and touching my body. I felt those touches with every single pore of my skin, that moment felt so nice, the soft touches and kisses and then the undressing. Well, actually I was the first one to lose the clothes. One by one...got them all off..and then, he unzipped his pants and there it was....
I must run now, but I promise to finish this story tomorrow..Good night!