Greece: 2

20. September 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

I was awakened around 5 am to flashes of lightning visible through the bedroom window. Soon there was a full storm, with loud rolling thunder, repeated lightning strikes and a raging downpour. It has been warm and very humid, and it was something of a relief to get a bit of cool air.

We acquired a rental car during a morning torrential downpour, and waited for a brief break to leave the compound to acquire groceries and explore a bit. There was a bit of grabbing bare ass while walking through quaint villages and a little bit of petting bare pussy while driving the car, but it was all pretty low key until we returned to the villa in late afternoon.

Swiftly upon reaching the house, I stripped naked and dove in the pool. S soon brought me a delicious cocktail (tequila, how very not-Greek) and joined me, similarly dressed. After a fair bit of idle conversation in the sun and water, I had her stand on the steps of the pool, bent over the edge, while I drove my tongue into her asshole and brushed her clit with my thumb. When her mews of pleasure shifted into slightly more urgent moans, and my cock had reached full mast, I stood upright and aimed my cock into her cunt. Standing there in the pool, water up just past our knees, I fucked her from behind, making delightful wet noises from her cunt and the splashing pool water. After a few orgasms to get her fully primed and wet, I pulled out and leaned backwards dramatically, until my hands were braced behind me against the edge of the pool, with my hips lifted up out of the water. S straddled my thighs, sank down on my cock, and I slowly lowered both of us until our hips were under water. I offered my hands to her and let her lean far backwards, grinding my cock into her g-spot and her clit against my pubic bone. We rode like this for several minutes, to the sound of much more splashing and many more orgasms. We finally parted and turned about, so that she was sitting on the steps of the pool and I was fucking her from between her legs. We continued this through several more orgasms, until the water had finally washed away the last vestiges of her internal lubrication.

About an hour later, we were standing in the kitchen chatting when she came towards me with flashing eyes and a dangerous grin, which I met by pinching her nipples. In seconds, my cock was stiff again (credit not cumming during all the pool fucking) and we swiftly moved to the bedroom for some brutally fast missionary fucking. S came quickly and often, because that’s what she does now, but this was all about (finally) getting me off, which happened most gloriously.

Around 11 I decided to totter off to bed for sleep, soon followed by a very fidgety S. After more than a bit of bumping into me and some rather prolonged pillow talk, she began pleading with me to fuck her. I started in a spooning position, slipping into her from behind and fucking with slow, leisurely strokes. S was very loud, despite neighbors next door. I tried urging her to be quiet, tried covering her mouth with my hand, tried pressing a pillow against her mouth, all to no avail. If anything, it seemed to enflame her further and she urged me to fuck her harder, rougher. I said I would, if she swore to be quiet, which of course she did. I moved into a missionary position where I could be a little more enthusiastic, and of course, she was even louder than before. I allowed myself to finish sooner than normal, to end the racket, but that only spurred S to plead with me to finger her. I did for a bit, but she only got louder and I eventually had to cut her off. She ended up moving to the upstairs bedroom (to masturbate?) and we ended up sleeping apart for the rest of the night. 🙁

Greece: 1

19. September 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

It seems like cheating to start the listing with sex that happened the night before the trip. And sadly there is nothing to share from the very first day of the trip because it was lost entirely to travel. If only the overnight flight hadn’t been on a completely full plane, or if only we’d had a layover in the dark hours of the morning in a sparsely populated airport. Maybe on the return flights.

So, my recounting will have to begin with Sunday, our first partial day in Greece. We’re renting a house on the west side of the island, with a swimming pool and at least partial privacy. After getting acquainted with the house, we opted for a brief but delightful bit of cock sucking followed by fucking, before walking to the local taverna for some dinner.

When this relationship became so much more intense, back in the start of 2015, I couldn’t make her climax at all. She enjoyed everything we did, but orgasms just weren’t part of the picture. I think it took something like six months before I could make her cum, and then only from oral sex, with a great deal of effort and when the circumstances were just right. It was another nine months before I ever led her to orgasm while fucking, again only with exactly the right preparation and some considerable effort.

I am very pleased to tell you, faithless readers, that somewhere in the middle of this Summer the situation escalated once again. I’ll take some small credit for finally figuring out a technique that really works for her, but I think the majority of the change happened inside her own mind, it’s as if she finally gave herself permission to climax freely, enthusiastically.

Which is all a long-winded way of saying, even for a quickie, she came a number of times, most delightfully. 🙂

After dinner, we returned to the house and I stripped off for a dip in the not-exactly-heated swimming pool. She took a dip as well, and then decided it was too cool for her. After she dried off, she came back outside to sit beside the pool whilst I sat on the steps of the pool, basking in the water and reading. I moved her to the very edge of the pool and spent some time licking her pussy while I stood in the pool. We went inside soon thereafter and resumed the pussy licking and added some fingering, bringing her off quite explosively a number of times. I dragged her into the center of the bed and climbed between her legs to fuck her deeply, rubbing the head of my cock against her g-spot just the way she liked it. After a while of that, it seemed a good time to explore and christen more of the house. I brought her into the living room and bent her over the arm of the couch where she could watch the swimming pool as I fucked her. After several minutes of that, we went upstairs and out onto a small deck where she bent over a railing and watched the sunset while I fucked her from behind. When I finally decided it was time for me to cum, we moved back inside to the upstairs bedroom for more missionary sex, where I eventually climaxed with great enthusiasm.

By this time it was dark and even with considerable jetlag we were pretty exhausted and fell asleep. We both woke up again around midnight, knowing it was in our best interest to continue sleeping in an attempt to get our sleeping schedule normalized to the local time. Well, what better way to fall back asleep than for her to suck my cock until it was hard and long enough that the head filled her throat. While she was occupied with the sucking, I started telling her in an almost matter-of-fact tone, “You know how this goes. If you’re going to suck me like this, eventually you’re going to ask me to fuck you. And since you’ve already been fucked a couple of times, your cunt will already be swollen and over-stimulated. Which means you’re going to cum really fast and really hard. The orgasms will hit you like a swarm, until it’s nearly impossible to tell the end of one from the start of the next.” After several minutes of such talk, she pulled her mouth off my cock with a wet, noisy slurp and asked me to please fuck her. It would have been rude to tell her no, right? So I used the erection she had given me in exactly the fashion I had described, and she came loudly, repeatedly, joyously. When it was all done, the vigorous fucking had exactly the desired effect, and I fell right back asleep holding her tightly in my arms. I hope she slept as well.

Greece: Forward

16. September 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , , ,

My partner has recently, officially moved into the household, something both of us have been looking forward to for a while. As you might imagine, being around each other more has meant more opportunities for sex. And we’ve been taking advantage of those opportunities. With great enthusiasm. Like, a lot. *blush* This is the first time (for either of us) being paired with a partner of roughly equivalent libido, and we’re finding out our appetites are even larger than we would have guessed.

Imagine being raised in an environment where you could have exactly one chocolate-chip cookie, once a year at Christmas. What bliss, what joy, that single cookie, how eagerly anticipated! Over the years, you might find yourself growing greedy for just a little more. Oh, if only you could have a cookie on your birthday as well, just one more cookie, surely that would be nirvana, all a person could possibly want!

Then you find myself in the position of being an adult, with no such constraints. And gleefully eating an entire plate of cookies at a single sitting. Regularly.

Which is to say, yes, there has been some gluttony lately. Thus far, there’s little indication of it tapering off. But how does one know if one doesn’t keep records?

It just so happens that the aforementioned partner and I are about to take our longest trip ever together, two and a half weeks in Greece. Staying in villas, basking in the Greek sun, swimming in the Aegean, slathered in olive oil. During this trip, I’m going to attempt to document all of our sexual activity. I don’t imagine I’ll have the focus to write it all up in florid detail, but I would like to capture the rough outlines of frequency, duration, circumstances, positions.

So there you are. Stay tuned for updates; I hope they make you wet with joy and green with envy! 🙂

Milestones

24. March 2016 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

The majority of my girlfriends have been pretty readily orgasmic. With a couple of them, it took me some time to figure out their preferences, what they like, how, when, and in what order. Such experimentation is hardly laborious (*snort* “labor of love”), and eventually I could push the right buttons manually, orally, or during penetration. Yay!

Not so much, with my most recent girlfriend. After several months of exploring, I found a way to bring her to orgasm with a carefully coordinated combination of oral and manual stimulation, but it has not been a sure thing. Orgasms during penetration, nope.

There are some mitigating circumstances that I suspect contribute to her challenges reaching orgasm. She has endured some considerable childhood sexual abuse and continues to sort that out in her head today. She has had a series of sexual partners who enjoyed her enthusiasm initially only to eventually tire of it and shame her for being too sexual, wanting too much. She has endured a sexual partner who eventually lost interest in her altogether, causing her to cast her own libido as a lost relic of her youth. Lastly, as we’re all getting older, there’s some chance that the changing hormones of aging are playing some role in it all.

Does it sound like I’m complaining? Oh my, no! This partner has fully met Dan Savage’s GGG standard: good, giving, and game. She has been incredibly enthusiastic, open to just about everything, considerate, thoughtful, shamelessly dirty, and kinky as all fuck. We have an amazing time together in the bedroom (and in the kitchen, on the deck, in the woods…) and I deeply relish our times together!

Still, helping her (and me!) cross that hurdle has been the source of some deep thinking and very playful experimentation.

I don’t suppose there’s any way to say this that doesn’t sound like bragging, so let’s just revel in it.

Last night I made her cum from fucking! Multiple times! Four or so, but it can be really hard to count when some of those waves crash and crest and crash again in rapid succession. And then two more orgasms from licking her pussy.

Afterwards, she had a smile like I’d never seen on her face before. (And she smiles a lot!) I asked how long it had been since she’d climaxed from fucking, and she said twenty-five years! Bloody hell, that’s a drought!

I don’t mean to make too much of it. If it doesn’t happen again for another year, it won’t put a dent in my enthusiasm. We have had amazing times together before this and we will after as well. There’s no shortage of scintillating experiences to be explored and repeated, and I’m looking forward to sharing a broad spectrum of them. I’m just happy to have reached this threshold. Hopefully she’s learned a little more about how to let go and relax into it, hopefully I’ve learned a little more about what works for her.

But yeah, I’m feeling a little chuffed. And chafed. 🙂

Holiday dreams

26. December 2015 · Write a comment · Categories: personal · Tags: , , , ,

As has become my tradition for several years, I’m spending the Christmas break at a rental house on the coast with some very dear friends. We pass the time enjoying the stunning view of the ocean waves rolling in, listening to music, cooking ridiculously good food, hiking, soaking in the hot tub, experimenting at the massage table. Most of all, there is an abundance of love and a complete lack of drama or stress.

Of course, one of the people in attendance is a beloved girlfriend. Thus there has been a copious amount of sex. Slow, languid sex; eager, enthusiastic sex; sex in the bright sunlight, bending her over so she can watch the ocean waves break and crash while I plunge into her repeatedly; sex in the middle of the night, in the dark, still quiet, face-to-face, while clutching tightly and kissing deeply.

My only regret (and it is a tiny thing compared to the abundance of awesomeness) is that the friends are not “that kind” of friends. The girlfriend and I are very considerate about keeping our enthusiasm private and the most salacious thing we do in front of each other is walk around in nothing more than a shirt and pleasantly snug underwear.

In an ideal world, I’d have that ideal magical combination; friends that I love enough to be fully relaxed and open with, and friends who are uninhibited and lusty enough to be sexual in front of. I’m picturing the two women sitting on the couch with their legs spread, holding hands, whilst enthusiastic attendants sit on the floor and lazily suck and lap at their pussies. I want to be fucking my girl on a sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, get up briefly to take some photos from across the room of another couple riding together in blissful pleasure, and then return to the open thighs awaiting me. I want a four-hand massage to seamlessly segue to four-hand petting, with one hand in her pussy, one on her clit, one pinching a nipple, and another gently pulling hair.

As I say, this is more of an ideal than a complaint. Off-hand, I can’t recall having a better Christmas (and I’ve had some really amazing Christmases in my time). But that doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about something even better.

Five

12. January 2006 · 1 comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: ,

One of the spectacular upsides of the new neighborhood is that my girlfriend S lives in it. We have been intimate for a some time now, but because of the geographical distance between us, very rarely have had an opportunity to indulge. I’m very happy that has changed.

We started with some kissing in one room. Before long, I pulled her so she was straddling my thigh, and she started gently grinding while I held her close. I only let her twist and writhe a bit before I took her hand and led her to the next room, with an oversized bed.

I embraced her tight, and then pulled back just enough to start removing her clothes. When I had her fully naked, I pushed her roughly back onto the bed, shed the last of my clothes and followed in on top of her.

S is a self-described sensation junky. She enjoys intense sensations more than anyone I know. Feelings that would make me drop to my knees in pain will make S’s eyes roll back and moans of pleasure roll from her. I’m still exploring that, figuring out how to use that to its fullest advantage.

I covered S with my body and immediately started mauling her. I started with gentle kisses on her neck, and quickly moved to hard, open bites. My hands worked along her back, raising red topographic lines of welts with my fingernails. I brought my head further down and pulled her nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently for just a few seconds before scraping it with my teeth and applying just enough biting pressure until I felt S’s entire body go rigid and her breath pant raggedly in her throat. My hands slid further down to her slender ass, cupping her cheeks and squeezing aggressively, feeling the individual muscles and grinding into them.

I moved back up her body and laid on my side next to her. I captured both of her wrists with one hand and held them above her head. With my thighs I trapped one of her legs, pinning her as best I could while still leaving one hand free. With that hand, I moved down to her crotch and started playing with her pussy. I roughly rubbed her clit with my flat fingers, and then curled one finger and thrust it deeply into her. All the while, she twisted and writhed, pulling against my grasp, arching and bucking her body. I would let her settle just enough to catch a breath, and then lower my head to suck at her nipple, throwing her into a spasm of pain and pleasure again. By now her nipples were tender enough that a simple lick made her catch her breath, and I was doing far more than lick. Someday I will get her to cry for mercy.

After I had brought her to incoherence twice, I rolled her over, face down on the bed. Her back arched and her ass lifted gently into the air. I admired my brutal work on her back, marveling at the curved lines of raised red tracings from her shoulders down to her ass. I added a few more, and bit her roughly in several places, working my way down her back. When I reached her ass, I sat back on my heels and curled one hand under her, grabbing her roughly by her hip, lifting her even higher. With my other hand, I stroked her pussy enough to spread the wetness, then slid my thumb into her. From that angle, I could thrust hard and fast, curling my thumb just enough to run against the knurled surface of her G-spot. While I fingered her savagely, my other hand lifted higher on her hip, fingers digging into her muscle. She buried her face into the sheets, head partially covered by pillows and cried and gasped her pleasure.

When I couldn’t resist any more, I rolled her over again, and slid between her thighs. I didn’t even bother aiming, but just bumped and pushed my cock against her until I finally found her cleft and pushed in roughly. It took a several aggressive strokes until I was finally seated deep inside her pussy. I had been on edge for so long during all of this, I lasted almost no time at all, pulsing cum into her far sooner than I would have liked. I continued thrusting for a bit longer, watching her eyes intently. I finally slid back and rested on my side next to her.

We kissed for a bit, and whispered sweet nothings to each other. I studied her eyes intently and pondered how much I was going to enjoy getting more practice at this, getting better at pushing her buttons, and getting less overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of it all.

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