I'm wondering today, how many orgasms per week someone needs in order to feel fulfilled. Perhaps several each day, several an hour? Or are you a one-a-day man or woman? How do you choose to travel to this destination? Does it involve female chastity for you?
I shouldn't have been so surprised, really; pretty much every glossy magazine regularly boasts about "69 Sex Positions You Never Knew Existed!" and "100 New Sex Positions You Need To Try Right NOW!" Forget your 'Wheelbarrow' and your 'Pretzel' however; our fave is the Folded Deckchair Sex Position.
Suddenly she was there, enveloping me into her flesh, on to her breasts and pressing me against them... she was all sex and scent and femininity and reassurance. I curled in around her, foetal yet innately animalistic, our breaths deepening as the silence between us spoke volumes. Her arms were one around my waist to press and stroke my back and the other with fingers entangled in my hair, binding me to her tightly with a caring grip.
I spread her puffy labia with my fingers, noting the wetness of her arousal leaking out on to my fingertips. I’d waited for so long and I was finally able to taste her. Lowering my head I silently offered a quick prayer to nobody in particular that I’d be good enough, then my tongue tip flashed over her clitoris while my lips sealed a circular kiss around the edges. Not content with giving just clitoral stimulation, worried it wouldn’t be enough, I slipped first the tip of my index finger inside her cunt, then my middle finger alongside it. Slowly and gently at first, I finger fucked her while my tongue danced over and around her clit.
I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please fuck me hard right now.
The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.
The question I've been musing on over the past couple of months has two distinct elements. Am I addicted to sex toys – and is this having a detrimental effect on my sex life?
I'm a very feminine woman. In the lesbian world, there are terms to describe the different types of lesbians. Of course not all women will fit these categories exactly, it is impossible to pigeon hole absolutely everyone with a few labels. However, I do identify with these types both from personal experience with women and how I feel in myself.
By Cara Sutra: Why am I talking about a 60 day vibe chastity challenge? After reviewing the Palm Power Wand earlier today, an interesting point came up in convo on Twitter. A fellow blogger's personal route back to a manual orgasm only came after a set time away from vibrating sex toys. I must confess that I do find it difficult to orgasm without the help of vibrations against my clitoris these days, if not impossible.
That's the lesson learned. Whenever he wants. I never know when it will be. The first sign is just a look, that look. Piercing with those beautiful dark eyes, invading me even before the first touch. Thrills travelling directly and occupying territory that I know belongs to him.
He moved on his side to face me, both of us on top of the bed. His nose almost touching mine. There’s no argument which could ever be brooked with those dark eyes, brooding doesn’t even come close. Determined? Of course. Expectant. Dominant. In control. To be obeyed without question or hesitation. To stare into them means to know this is what you really want, to know your own mind and be strong enough to go where it and he leads. I'm proud enough to face those eyes openly and without hiding or running. They were out of focus range, suddenly… and his mouth was on mine, tasting and invading. The first penetration.
I've had a penchant for sleeping in bondage ever since I was old enough to know what those needs are, that ache to be spanked and fucked and to masturbate in the dark of night. Those late teenage hormonal induced desires which made me aware of not only my sexual self, and the fact that I'm bisexual, but I'm also one kinky fuck who loves bondage.
I could use my butt plugs and combine with one of my vibrators in my pussy... but this will not necessarily lead to climax for me. I have always been very much a clit stimulation sort of girl. Yes, I do regret not training for penetrative orgasms now I'm being mercilessly teased by vibrators!
His cock tip at my hand-fucked, stretched entrance, my ankles hooked over his shoulders as we both love, and he's not even entering me. Just making sure he's in the right place, right by my wetness. He's looking right at me and I'm looking into his eyes, turned on and ready and for some reason ashamed and feeling very small all at once. And the keening wail of desperate need that rises in my throat doesn't help matters. He smiles, then. His signal. Pushing into me smoothly, determinedly, HARD. All the way up. Then he stops again. My legs move to interlock my ankles over his back. My hands holding on to his big shoulders and my nails digging into his hot skin. I look up and his dark hair is framing him like a deviant halo, his eyes have changed from soft melted-chocolate brown to midnight black. Black like sin.