Vatsa,
I know you'd rather hear about what it felt like the first time a man came inside me, I'm having trouble formulating that story. Mainly because I'm having trouble remembering what it actually felt like, since the first time a man came inside me, I hardly even noticed it. I noticed that he'd had an orgasm (this was with Doug, in case you were wondering) and that was about it. There was almost nothing sensual, and erotic, about that night with Doug. To be entirely honest, by the time we got that far, our relationship was inevitably beginning it's denouement. And the sex? Rather bad... actually, it was really bad. By the time he came, I was singing show tunes in my head I was so ready for it to be over.
The next time I had a guy come inside me was my first time with my now-husband. And I don't remember that specific feeling very well, either but for (thankfully!) a totally different reason. Sex with him blew my mind and I was truly floating in the stars, soaring through the heaven of the best orgasm I'd ever had and damned if I can remember what it felt like when his cum filled my cunt. I certainly remember his cock spasming, his body tensing, the other physical effects of an orgasm but not precisely what it felt like when he came inside me.
So, instead, I'm going to write about my orgasms. Which, for reasons of time, I cannot begin to write about until tomorrow. I like to think that I have wild, sweeping, operatic orgasms. During sex, I almost always have multiple orgasms--having only one means the sex wasn't that great. And each orgasm is different, and there are so man different reasons for why that is.
Let me know what you think. (And I am thinking about the massage. I have to mull it over before I give you a definitive answer.)
Camella.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
My Very First Time - Part 5
Vatsa,
Well, obviously Doug was still very aroused when he pulled out of my cunt. I, on the other hand, was no longer aroused at all because I was still shocked by how much it hurt to have Doug's thick cock in my cunt.
Doug was kneeling between my legs, looking down at me sprawled across his bed.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock, slick from my juices and began slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft. He was still staring at me and could see that watching him stroke his cock was turning me back on, my nipples began to tighten and harden, and my breathing quickened a bit.
Doug gave me an intense look, his hand still leisurely stroking his hard cock. "It would be hot if you touched yourself right now. While I stroke off. God, Camella... it would be so hot to watch you finger yourself while I jacked off."
I was instantly aroused by the idea and he could tell from the smile that bloomed on my face. He smiled down at me, his eyes riveted on my hand, slipping down my belly, across my abdomen, past my bush to slowly slip my fingers between the lips of my pussy.
"Ohh... yes, baby, just like that..." Doug moaned and his hand started moving a bit faster on his cock.
My other hand was on my breast, squeezing and kneading it, rolling my nipple between my fingers, pinching and tweaking it. My fingers were still caressing my pussy and I started to rub my clit. My legs were spread wide so Doug had a full view and he was definitely staring at my fingers working my clit and pussy.
When I slipped one finger inside my cunt, he groaned and began telling me how fucking hot it was to watch this, that he loved watching me pleasure myself. His hand pumping up and down his shaft.
"Sit up a bit, baby.... please..."
I propped myself up on my free arm, sitting up a bit and Doug reached down with his free hand and grabbed one of my breasts. Cupping it, squeezing it, pinching my nipple. His eyes still on my fingers in my pussy, watching me slowly draw one finger in and out of my cunt.
His hand was roaming from one breast to the other, squeezing and pinching, while he groaned about how incredibly hot I was, how he was nearly ready to cum from watching me. He continued to pump his cock and squeeze my breasts, while I slipped a second finger into my cunt and started pushing them in and out, in and out. My thumb rubbing my clit.
"Ohhh... god... Camella... I'm so close." Both of our hips were rocking with the rhythm set by our hands and I started moving my fingers more furiously, wanting to cum along with Doug. My thumb frantically rubbing my clit, my fingers working my cunt.
Doug started to shake, "Oh... god... Camella... I want to cum all over your gorgeous breasts... please... Camella...." I smiled at him and nodded my head and he groaned, loud and deep, watching my fingers drive in and out of my cunt. He continued to groan my name as my body started to quiver with the onslaught of my orgasm, once I started shaking, he pumped his cock one last time and shot his cum all over my breasts.
I came almost instantly, as soon as his hot, sticky cum hit my breasts, and my back arched off the bed, my fingers buried deep in my cunt as I came, my cum pouring down my hand while Doug's cum was pouring down my body. He was still stroking his cock and it was still leaking cum while I quivered from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he reached down to my breasts with his free hand and smeared his cum all over my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipple while he finished stroking his cock.
We stayed like that for a few minutes--or longer, I'm not sure, since I was still in that wonderful haze that comes after having an intense orgasm. Perhaps I even dozed off a bit because when I opened my eyes, Doug was still between my legs but he was sitting on his heels and he was smiling at me.
"That was so great, Camella. So hot." I just smiled and nodded my head in agreement because I was beyond being able to speak, and was still trying to catch my breath.
My breathing slowed down and I was finally able to tell Doug how much I enjoyed it, how erotic it was to watch him jerk off while I fingered myself.
"You're all sticky. Why don't we take a shower and clean off?" He was grinning his Cheshire Cat grin, which he knew I had a hard time saying no to, and besides, he was right, I WAS sticky.
"Sure, a shower sounds great."
His bedroom had an attached bathroom, so he went to it and started the hot water for the shower. He came back into the room and smiled at me as I gingerly got off his bed, trying to not get too much of his cum all over the place. You're an absolute mess, he told me with a big smile, as he walked towards me. I smiled back and agreed, Yup, definitely messy and we began kissing.
When he moved in close to deepen the kiss, and my sticky, cum soaked breasts brushed against him, he laughed and pulled away. Oh yeah, the shower, he said and we both laughed because we'd both completely forgotten about it.
The shower felt so good. We rinsed the cum off our bodies, he washed the cum out of my hair and we soaped up a washcloth and started running it over each other's bodies, washing every inch of skin we could reach. He loved the feeling of my wet, soapy breasts in his hands and he started to squeeze them and I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. As we moved under the spray to rinse off the soap, he pulled me close, pressing me against his body and gave me a deep kiss. We made out while the water cascaded down our bodies and I could feel his erect cock pressed against my abdomen.
His hand slipped from my breasts down to my pussy and he chuckled, "You're already wet."
"Of course I am, we're in a SHOWER." And he laughed again.
"Not that kind of wet."
We continued to kiss while the water bathed us and his fingers began to move inside the lips of my pussy. Rolling and rubbing my clit, pressing a finger into my cunt.
"Touch me, Camella. Please..."
"Can't you ever get enough?" I honestly couldn't believe that he was hard again after cumming only fifteen minutes ago.
"Not of you... Please, Camella."
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, more confident this time, tightening them around his shaft and slowly beginning to move them up and down. While his fingers danced inside my pussy, teasing my clit, pressing in and out of my cunt.
Our hips were rocking against each other, both of us moaning each other's name, loving how the water made us both so slippery. My hand pumping his cock the way I'd watched him do it only minutes before, his fingers rubbing my clit, plunging into my cunt, exactly the way he'd seen me do it.
We were passionately kissing while stroking each other, our tongues delving deep into each other's mouth. Our bodies swaying together, my breasts pressed against his chest, our breathing ragged, full of arousal. His cock began to throb in my hand, getting almost impossibly harder, and I instinctively moved my hand faster on his cock, while he slipped two fingers into my cunt and started pumping them in and out of me.
We were both groaning loudly, we broke our kiss and I dropped my head back and his lips immediately sought out my neck, kissing and nibbling and sucking it. He cupped my breast with his free hand and pushed it up towards him, his fingers tweaking my hard nipple, as he lowered his mouth to suck on my nipple.
I moaned his name, my hand still furiously stroking his cock, he moaned my name, his fingers plunging in and out of my cunt, his mouth on my breast. I came first, my body quivering, my legs shaking, and I moaned his name over and over, Doug Doug Doug.
"Ohh... god... Camella.." And I felt his cock spasm in my hand, pumping out what little cum he had left. He was still sucking on my breast and I continued to stroke him until his cock stopped spasming. When it was done, and I'd removed my hand, he rested his head on my breasts, the water still pouring down on us. He told me that I was so amazing, and so sexy as he lifted his head from the pillow of my breasts and shut off the water.
For some reason, I got suddenly shy as soon as we stepped out of the shower. My skin turning a delicate pink color from the hot shower, then deepening to red as I blushed. Doug just smiled at me. He knew I was nervous, and he wrapped a towel around me and started to dry my body while telling me how incredible the night had been, and that he wouldn't have changed any of it.
We dried each other off, Doug found us each a bathrobe, and went to pour us some shots while I dried my hair.
I came out of his bedroom to meet him in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, my red hair still slightly damp and wavy, falling down past my shoulders. Doug looked up as I approached the kitchen and smiled at me and my nervousness returned and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks getting hot as I blushed. He held out a shot of whiskey for me, we clinked them together, toasting to a great night and slugged them down. He grabbed my robe and pulled me close, giving me a deep, probing kiss. We'd both talked about how much we loved tasting whiskey in each other's mouth and we both tasted of whiskey and sin that night. He pulled back and poured us another shot (yes, in those days, I drank like an Irishman), we toasted to our next amazing night together and downed the whiskey.
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Will you stay the night?" I was still living at home but I'd already worked out a lie for my whereabouts that night--staying with my friend Laura, who would vouch for me if my parents had the audacity to call her. But Doug didn't know that, and was worried that I'd have to leave soon to head home.
"I can stay the night." He gave me a huge smile and said how wonderful that was and well then, let's go to bed.
And we did. Headed back to his bedroom, took off our robes and climbed into bed together. Naked and spooning, his head buried in my hair, one hand on my breasts, the other on my thigh, and we went to sleep.
Sadly, it was one of the last great nights we were to have. And I'll have to write about the first time a guy came in my cunt in another email because this one is already way, way too long. As always, let me know what you think.
Camella.
Well, obviously Doug was still very aroused when he pulled out of my cunt. I, on the other hand, was no longer aroused at all because I was still shocked by how much it hurt to have Doug's thick cock in my cunt.
Doug was kneeling between my legs, looking down at me sprawled across his bed.
He wrapped his fingers around his cock, slick from my juices and began slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft. He was still staring at me and could see that watching him stroke his cock was turning me back on, my nipples began to tighten and harden, and my breathing quickened a bit.
Doug gave me an intense look, his hand still leisurely stroking his hard cock. "It would be hot if you touched yourself right now. While I stroke off. God, Camella... it would be so hot to watch you finger yourself while I jacked off."
I was instantly aroused by the idea and he could tell from the smile that bloomed on my face. He smiled down at me, his eyes riveted on my hand, slipping down my belly, across my abdomen, past my bush to slowly slip my fingers between the lips of my pussy.
"Ohh... yes, baby, just like that..." Doug moaned and his hand started moving a bit faster on his cock.
My other hand was on my breast, squeezing and kneading it, rolling my nipple between my fingers, pinching and tweaking it. My fingers were still caressing my pussy and I started to rub my clit. My legs were spread wide so Doug had a full view and he was definitely staring at my fingers working my clit and pussy.
When I slipped one finger inside my cunt, he groaned and began telling me how fucking hot it was to watch this, that he loved watching me pleasure myself. His hand pumping up and down his shaft.
"Sit up a bit, baby.... please..."
I propped myself up on my free arm, sitting up a bit and Doug reached down with his free hand and grabbed one of my breasts. Cupping it, squeezing it, pinching my nipple. His eyes still on my fingers in my pussy, watching me slowly draw one finger in and out of my cunt.
His hand was roaming from one breast to the other, squeezing and pinching, while he groaned about how incredibly hot I was, how he was nearly ready to cum from watching me. He continued to pump his cock and squeeze my breasts, while I slipped a second finger into my cunt and started pushing them in and out, in and out. My thumb rubbing my clit.
"Ohhh... god... Camella... I'm so close." Both of our hips were rocking with the rhythm set by our hands and I started moving my fingers more furiously, wanting to cum along with Doug. My thumb frantically rubbing my clit, my fingers working my cunt.
Doug started to shake, "Oh... god... Camella... I want to cum all over your gorgeous breasts... please... Camella...." I smiled at him and nodded my head and he groaned, loud and deep, watching my fingers drive in and out of my cunt. He continued to groan my name as my body started to quiver with the onslaught of my orgasm, once I started shaking, he pumped his cock one last time and shot his cum all over my breasts.
I came almost instantly, as soon as his hot, sticky cum hit my breasts, and my back arched off the bed, my fingers buried deep in my cunt as I came, my cum pouring down my hand while Doug's cum was pouring down my body. He was still stroking his cock and it was still leaking cum while I quivered from the aftershocks of my orgasm, and he reached down to my breasts with his free hand and smeared his cum all over my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipple while he finished stroking his cock.
We stayed like that for a few minutes--or longer, I'm not sure, since I was still in that wonderful haze that comes after having an intense orgasm. Perhaps I even dozed off a bit because when I opened my eyes, Doug was still between my legs but he was sitting on his heels and he was smiling at me.
"That was so great, Camella. So hot." I just smiled and nodded my head in agreement because I was beyond being able to speak, and was still trying to catch my breath.
My breathing slowed down and I was finally able to tell Doug how much I enjoyed it, how erotic it was to watch him jerk off while I fingered myself.
"You're all sticky. Why don't we take a shower and clean off?" He was grinning his Cheshire Cat grin, which he knew I had a hard time saying no to, and besides, he was right, I WAS sticky.
"Sure, a shower sounds great."
His bedroom had an attached bathroom, so he went to it and started the hot water for the shower. He came back into the room and smiled at me as I gingerly got off his bed, trying to not get too much of his cum all over the place. You're an absolute mess, he told me with a big smile, as he walked towards me. I smiled back and agreed, Yup, definitely messy and we began kissing.
When he moved in close to deepen the kiss, and my sticky, cum soaked breasts brushed against him, he laughed and pulled away. Oh yeah, the shower, he said and we both laughed because we'd both completely forgotten about it.
The shower felt so good. We rinsed the cum off our bodies, he washed the cum out of my hair and we soaped up a washcloth and started running it over each other's bodies, washing every inch of skin we could reach. He loved the feeling of my wet, soapy breasts in his hands and he started to squeeze them and I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. As we moved under the spray to rinse off the soap, he pulled me close, pressing me against his body and gave me a deep kiss. We made out while the water cascaded down our bodies and I could feel his erect cock pressed against my abdomen.
His hand slipped from my breasts down to my pussy and he chuckled, "You're already wet."
"Of course I am, we're in a SHOWER." And he laughed again.
"Not that kind of wet."
We continued to kiss while the water bathed us and his fingers began to move inside the lips of my pussy. Rolling and rubbing my clit, pressing a finger into my cunt.
"Touch me, Camella. Please..."
"Can't you ever get enough?" I honestly couldn't believe that he was hard again after cumming only fifteen minutes ago.
"Not of you... Please, Camella."
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, more confident this time, tightening them around his shaft and slowly beginning to move them up and down. While his fingers danced inside my pussy, teasing my clit, pressing in and out of my cunt.
Our hips were rocking against each other, both of us moaning each other's name, loving how the water made us both so slippery. My hand pumping his cock the way I'd watched him do it only minutes before, his fingers rubbing my clit, plunging into my cunt, exactly the way he'd seen me do it.
We were passionately kissing while stroking each other, our tongues delving deep into each other's mouth. Our bodies swaying together, my breasts pressed against his chest, our breathing ragged, full of arousal. His cock began to throb in my hand, getting almost impossibly harder, and I instinctively moved my hand faster on his cock, while he slipped two fingers into my cunt and started pumping them in and out of me.
We were both groaning loudly, we broke our kiss and I dropped my head back and his lips immediately sought out my neck, kissing and nibbling and sucking it. He cupped my breast with his free hand and pushed it up towards him, his fingers tweaking my hard nipple, as he lowered his mouth to suck on my nipple.
I moaned his name, my hand still furiously stroking his cock, he moaned my name, his fingers plunging in and out of my cunt, his mouth on my breast. I came first, my body quivering, my legs shaking, and I moaned his name over and over, Doug Doug Doug.
"Ohh... god... Camella.." And I felt his cock spasm in my hand, pumping out what little cum he had left. He was still sucking on my breast and I continued to stroke him until his cock stopped spasming. When it was done, and I'd removed my hand, he rested his head on my breasts, the water still pouring down on us. He told me that I was so amazing, and so sexy as he lifted his head from the pillow of my breasts and shut off the water.
For some reason, I got suddenly shy as soon as we stepped out of the shower. My skin turning a delicate pink color from the hot shower, then deepening to red as I blushed. Doug just smiled at me. He knew I was nervous, and he wrapped a towel around me and started to dry my body while telling me how incredible the night had been, and that he wouldn't have changed any of it.
We dried each other off, Doug found us each a bathrobe, and went to pour us some shots while I dried my hair.
I came out of his bedroom to meet him in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, my red hair still slightly damp and wavy, falling down past my shoulders. Doug looked up as I approached the kitchen and smiled at me and my nervousness returned and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks getting hot as I blushed. He held out a shot of whiskey for me, we clinked them together, toasting to a great night and slugged them down. He grabbed my robe and pulled me close, giving me a deep, probing kiss. We'd both talked about how much we loved tasting whiskey in each other's mouth and we both tasted of whiskey and sin that night. He pulled back and poured us another shot (yes, in those days, I drank like an Irishman), we toasted to our next amazing night together and downed the whiskey.
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. Will you stay the night?" I was still living at home but I'd already worked out a lie for my whereabouts that night--staying with my friend Laura, who would vouch for me if my parents had the audacity to call her. But Doug didn't know that, and was worried that I'd have to leave soon to head home.
"I can stay the night." He gave me a huge smile and said how wonderful that was and well then, let's go to bed.
And we did. Headed back to his bedroom, took off our robes and climbed into bed together. Naked and spooning, his head buried in my hair, one hand on my breasts, the other on my thigh, and we went to sleep.
Sadly, it was one of the last great nights we were to have. And I'll have to write about the first time a guy came in my cunt in another email because this one is already way, way too long. As always, let me know what you think.
Camella.
My Very First Time - Part 4
Vatsa,
Yes, pictures will have to wait until either next weekend, or a night this week when my husband is away from the house.
But on to Doug...
Since I was living in Monterey and going to school there, and Doug lived in the City, we didn't see each other as much as either of us would have liked. So, when he did come down for the weekend, it was usually a frenzied time, both of us trying to get as much of each other as we could in a short period of time.
It was another late night, we had been drinking with Josh but Josh had long since taken off (he understandably got tired of feeling like a third wheel). When it came to Doug and I there was one constant--liquor. I favored Bushmills Irish Whiskey and Doug favored tequila. We were once again in his father's house, drinking shots in the kitchen, me sitting on the island and Doug standing closed, pressed between my legs. We would do a shot and then kiss. Our tongues tangling, me sucking his tongue deep into my mouth and gently clamping my teeth, trapping his tongue stud, and his tongue, in my mouth for a few moments. He would be drawing circles with his fingers on the inside of my thighs, occasionally brushing them against the crotch of my satin panties.
We did a few less shots than normal that night, so neither of us was exceptionally drunk, just slightly inebriated. We fumbled with each other's clothes as we made our way to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind us while stripping off all of our clothes. I loved the look, and feel, of Doug's body. He always reminded me of a Greek warrior and I relished the opportunity to run my hands all over his body. With all of the fooling around we'd already done, I had yet to really do more than brush my fingers against his cock. We made out, he would go down on me, we'd make out some more, and we'd sleep together in his bed but I'd never really explored his cock.
He stripped off his boxer-briefs and asked me to please touch him, please. He gently took my hand and moved it towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around it before removing his hand. Stroke it, he said, and I did, tentatively, nervously, moving my hand up and down his shaft. As I said, he had an average length but his cock was so WIDE. I couldn't fully wrap my fingers around it, it was so wide.
He groaned as my hand moved on his shaft. His fingers dove into my hair, and he started to nuzzle my neck, licking and sucking my earlobe. Moaning my name, telling me how good my hand felt on him, how much he'd dreamed of having me touch him. I continued to stroke him, running my thumb over the ring piercing through the head of his cock, marveling at it, wondering why in the earth someone would do that to themselves.
After a few minutes, his hands tightened in my hair, he was sucking on my neck (ended up with quite the hickey the next day) and he groaned my name, telling me that he would cum if I kept stroking him with my hand and that he really wanted to taste me.
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide--being a dancer, I could spread my legs very, very wide, and he settled himself in between them and started to lick, and suck, and torment my pussy.
He was lacking his usual finesse that night, eating me out with an intense ferocity, obviously determined to drag an orgasm from me. While his face was buried in my pussy, he started shifting his body, angling his crotch closer to me, his cock almost bumping into my hand. Touch me, Camella, he pleaded from between my legs. Touch me while I taste you.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking him while his tongue stroked deep into my cunt. Even though I wasn't getting as turned on from the oral as usual, the combination of feeling his tongue rubbing my clit, plunging into my pussy, while my hand pumped his hard, throbbing cock, absolutely drove me wild. I loved feeling his cock quiver, and jump in my hand, his low moans while his tongue probed my cunt. I came quickly, much sooner than either of us expected, I'm sure.
"Oh god, Camella..." He gave my pussy one last, long lick before pulling himself up, covering my slim body with his broad one, kissing me deeply, loving how much I loved tasting myself on his lips, and chin, licking my cum from inside his mouth. Running my tongue over his face, licking my cum off him. His cock was still hard and it was pressed against my pussy. As we kissed, he began to slowly rock his hips, rubbing his cock over my pussy, drenching it with my cum.
"You feel so good, Camella. Oh... god... so... good," he moaned in between kisses. Our kisses deepened, his hips rocking a bit more, his cock pressing between the lips of my pussy, rubbing against my clit. Our tongues plunging deep into each other's mouth while he rocked and rubbed his cock against my swollen, wet pussy.
He broke off the kiss to lick and suck my earlobe. "Please Camella," he moaned in my ear. "Please... I just want to be inside you for a little bit. I need to feel you around me. I need to be in you... just for a minute... just to feel you... please Camella please..."
While he was pleading with me, his hand slid down my body, his fingers rubbed my clit and it felt so good. His fingers and his cock rubbing my pussy at the same time, and he moved his fingers towards my cunt, slowly pushing one into me. Moving it in and out of me.
"Please Camella... please... I need you, Camella..." I wasn't ready yet to have sex but his pleading was weakening my resolve. And his fingers and cock felt so damn good against my pussy, his fingers gently stretching my cunt, silently begging me to say yes.
(Quick interjection: I was on the pill and Doug had been recently tested for all STD's. So, I wasn't worried about the lack of condom. I'd told Doug at the beginning of our affair that I wouldn't even think about having sex with him until he got an STD test, so he went and got tested and showed me the results. So, I wasn't worried about catching something from him, and being on the pill, I didn't worry about conceiving, either.)
"I'm not ready to have sex yet, Doug," I whispered.
"I know. Just let me feel you. Just let me inside for a little bit. I'll stop if it hurts..."
"Promise?"
"God, yes. Anything. Please, Camella..."
His body was tense over mine, waiting for my response, his fingers not moving, his hips not rocking, his entire being paused, waiting for me.
"Alright.. for just a few minutes... just to... see how it feels." I was so nervous that the words were a faint whisper.
"Oh god, CAMELLA.... He groaned my name loudly, swooping his mouth towards mine for a deep, passionate kiss, while he positioned his cock at the opening of my cunt. I felt it pressing there, the metal ring cold against my hot sex, the head of his cock so unbelievably huge. He stayed just outside the opening of my cunt for a few minutes, almost as if he couldn't believe I'd actually said yes, since he'd been begging me for this for weeks.
He groaned my name again and started pushing his cock into me. The full, wide head of his cock pushing open my tight cunt and it immediately began to hurt and he could tell because I suddenly tensed up.
"Relax, baby, relax. It will be easier if you relax. Please Camella... you feel so damn good..."
I tried to relax but I was just so nervous. He was moving with such tenderness, going slowly so as not to overwhelm me, but his patience had the down-side of giving me time to think, and to get nervous. To second-guess my "Yes" and wonder if I should have said "No."
He pushed his cock a bit further into my cunt. Stretching it so much because I was so very, very tight. He kept murmuring in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how many times he'd fantasized about this moment, how I was so so tight and how the reality was so much better than the fantasy. His hands roamed all over my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, until he slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
He hadn't pushed his cock in further, he'd gotten the full mushroom head of it into my cunt and was just holding it there while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth sucked and nibbled on my neck. Finally his ministrations on my clit started to work and my hips started to slowly gyrate, my arousal returning and burning off some of my nervousness.
"That's it, baby. God... you feel so good... so amazing..." He slowly began pressing his cock deeper into my cunt. His thumb still rubbing my clit, distracting me from the pain of my tight cunt being stretched wide by his cock. He was still sucking and nibbling on my neck, murmuring in my ear how incredibly tight I was and how amazing it felt. How he'd been waiting for this for so, so long and that he wanted to take it slow so he could remember everything.
But the deeper he pushed his cock into my cunt, the more uncomfortable it became. He was just so very wide, and I was so very tight. Even though I had a few vibrators, none of them came close to having the width of Doug's cock. In fact, it would take two of my vibrators together to equal the width of his cock. Even my body seemed so slim compared to his ruggedness. My slim hips, my firm dancer's body, feeling like I was being impaled on a sword as his cock pressed into my cunt.
I started whimpering a bit. He was pushing into me so slowly, trying to give me the chance to get used to the feeling of being stretched by his cock, he was murmuring in my ear how sexy I was, how tight I was, how much he wanted me, his thumb delicately rubbing my clit, desperately trying to keep me aroused.
But the further he pressed his cock into my cunt, the more it hurt. He'd only gotten half-way into my cunt and already I felt like I couldn't take any more.
And he could tell. My whimpers had gotten louder, a bit more ragged, the pain of being stretched wide by his cock coating each whimper.
"Please, Camella. Oh god, please, just a little bit longer..." He was definitely begging. He'd stopped pushing his cock into my cunt, he shifted his head to give me a tender kiss. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, gently running his tongue over it.
"Please, Camella...." I loved kissing him so much, and I continued to kiss him, taking it from tender to passionate and he took that as permission to try to push a little further into my cunt.
But he'd lost quite a bit of his control by this point and he pushed deeper than I think he intended to... he'd plunged his cock deep into my cunt, almost sheathing it entirely in my tight passage and I cried out.
"God.. Camella... you are so tight, so wet, so hot. Just a little bit longer, Camella... please... Oh god, Camella.. please..."
"It hurts, Doug." And it did. All I could feel was his cock painfully stretching my tight passage, feeling like his cock was tearing me in two, splitting me down the middle.
"You feel so so good, Camella. So good..." He'd stopped moving his cock, and he was back to nibbling and sucking on my neck, his thumb gently rubbing my clit.
But none of that helped. It hurt way too much and I'd lost any feeling of arousal that I had.
"I can't Doug. Please. It hurts so much... please..." Now I was the one begging. His entire body tensed over mine, his hands stilled.
"Please, Doug..." I could tell he was trying to marshal his control, that he knew he had to honor his promise, that he didn't want to force himself on me once I'd asked him to stop but I could tell he was struggling with his desire to plunge deep into my cunt, and knowing that he had to keep his promise to me if he ever wanted to see me again.
I cradled his head in my hands. Pulling him close to me, close enough for me to lick and nibble on his lips. "Please, Doug. We'll try again next time but right now it just hurts to much.... please..." I started kissing him tenderly, the way he'd kissed me earlier, and he slowly began to pull his cock out of my cunt and oh lord, it hurt more going out than it had going in. But finally his thick, hard cock was out of my cunt and he was panting with the effort of it.
I'd continue with what happened next (a co-masturbation finish) but I'm starving and need to go get some lunch.
Let me know what you think and what you'd like me to tell you about next.
Camella.
Yes, pictures will have to wait until either next weekend, or a night this week when my husband is away from the house.
But on to Doug...
Since I was living in Monterey and going to school there, and Doug lived in the City, we didn't see each other as much as either of us would have liked. So, when he did come down for the weekend, it was usually a frenzied time, both of us trying to get as much of each other as we could in a short period of time.
It was another late night, we had been drinking with Josh but Josh had long since taken off (he understandably got tired of feeling like a third wheel). When it came to Doug and I there was one constant--liquor. I favored Bushmills Irish Whiskey and Doug favored tequila. We were once again in his father's house, drinking shots in the kitchen, me sitting on the island and Doug standing closed, pressed between my legs. We would do a shot and then kiss. Our tongues tangling, me sucking his tongue deep into my mouth and gently clamping my teeth, trapping his tongue stud, and his tongue, in my mouth for a few moments. He would be drawing circles with his fingers on the inside of my thighs, occasionally brushing them against the crotch of my satin panties.
We did a few less shots than normal that night, so neither of us was exceptionally drunk, just slightly inebriated. We fumbled with each other's clothes as we made our way to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind us while stripping off all of our clothes. I loved the look, and feel, of Doug's body. He always reminded me of a Greek warrior and I relished the opportunity to run my hands all over his body. With all of the fooling around we'd already done, I had yet to really do more than brush my fingers against his cock. We made out, he would go down on me, we'd make out some more, and we'd sleep together in his bed but I'd never really explored his cock.
He stripped off his boxer-briefs and asked me to please touch him, please. He gently took my hand and moved it towards his cock, wrapping my fingers around it before removing his hand. Stroke it, he said, and I did, tentatively, nervously, moving my hand up and down his shaft. As I said, he had an average length but his cock was so WIDE. I couldn't fully wrap my fingers around it, it was so wide.
He groaned as my hand moved on his shaft. His fingers dove into my hair, and he started to nuzzle my neck, licking and sucking my earlobe. Moaning my name, telling me how good my hand felt on him, how much he'd dreamed of having me touch him. I continued to stroke him, running my thumb over the ring piercing through the head of his cock, marveling at it, wondering why in the earth someone would do that to themselves.
After a few minutes, his hands tightened in my hair, he was sucking on my neck (ended up with quite the hickey the next day) and he groaned my name, telling me that he would cum if I kept stroking him with my hand and that he really wanted to taste me.
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide--being a dancer, I could spread my legs very, very wide, and he settled himself in between them and started to lick, and suck, and torment my pussy.
He was lacking his usual finesse that night, eating me out with an intense ferocity, obviously determined to drag an orgasm from me. While his face was buried in my pussy, he started shifting his body, angling his crotch closer to me, his cock almost bumping into my hand. Touch me, Camella, he pleaded from between my legs. Touch me while I taste you.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began stroking him while his tongue stroked deep into my cunt. Even though I wasn't getting as turned on from the oral as usual, the combination of feeling his tongue rubbing my clit, plunging into my pussy, while my hand pumped his hard, throbbing cock, absolutely drove me wild. I loved feeling his cock quiver, and jump in my hand, his low moans while his tongue probed my cunt. I came quickly, much sooner than either of us expected, I'm sure.
"Oh god, Camella..." He gave my pussy one last, long lick before pulling himself up, covering my slim body with his broad one, kissing me deeply, loving how much I loved tasting myself on his lips, and chin, licking my cum from inside his mouth. Running my tongue over his face, licking my cum off him. His cock was still hard and it was pressed against my pussy. As we kissed, he began to slowly rock his hips, rubbing his cock over my pussy, drenching it with my cum.
"You feel so good, Camella. Oh... god... so... good," he moaned in between kisses. Our kisses deepened, his hips rocking a bit more, his cock pressing between the lips of my pussy, rubbing against my clit. Our tongues plunging deep into each other's mouth while he rocked and rubbed his cock against my swollen, wet pussy.
He broke off the kiss to lick and suck my earlobe. "Please Camella," he moaned in my ear. "Please... I just want to be inside you for a little bit. I need to feel you around me. I need to be in you... just for a minute... just to feel you... please Camella please..."
While he was pleading with me, his hand slid down my body, his fingers rubbed my clit and it felt so good. His fingers and his cock rubbing my pussy at the same time, and he moved his fingers towards my cunt, slowly pushing one into me. Moving it in and out of me.
"Please Camella... please... I need you, Camella..." I wasn't ready yet to have sex but his pleading was weakening my resolve. And his fingers and cock felt so damn good against my pussy, his fingers gently stretching my cunt, silently begging me to say yes.
(Quick interjection: I was on the pill and Doug had been recently tested for all STD's. So, I wasn't worried about the lack of condom. I'd told Doug at the beginning of our affair that I wouldn't even think about having sex with him until he got an STD test, so he went and got tested and showed me the results. So, I wasn't worried about catching something from him, and being on the pill, I didn't worry about conceiving, either.)
"I'm not ready to have sex yet, Doug," I whispered.
"I know. Just let me feel you. Just let me inside for a little bit. I'll stop if it hurts..."
"Promise?"
"God, yes. Anything. Please, Camella..."
His body was tense over mine, waiting for my response, his fingers not moving, his hips not rocking, his entire being paused, waiting for me.
"Alright.. for just a few minutes... just to... see how it feels." I was so nervous that the words were a faint whisper.
"Oh god, CAMELLA.... He groaned my name loudly, swooping his mouth towards mine for a deep, passionate kiss, while he positioned his cock at the opening of my cunt. I felt it pressing there, the metal ring cold against my hot sex, the head of his cock so unbelievably huge. He stayed just outside the opening of my cunt for a few minutes, almost as if he couldn't believe I'd actually said yes, since he'd been begging me for this for weeks.
He groaned my name again and started pushing his cock into me. The full, wide head of his cock pushing open my tight cunt and it immediately began to hurt and he could tell because I suddenly tensed up.
"Relax, baby, relax. It will be easier if you relax. Please Camella... you feel so damn good..."
I tried to relax but I was just so nervous. He was moving with such tenderness, going slowly so as not to overwhelm me, but his patience had the down-side of giving me time to think, and to get nervous. To second-guess my "Yes" and wonder if I should have said "No."
He pushed his cock a bit further into my cunt. Stretching it so much because I was so very, very tight. He kept murmuring in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how many times he'd fantasized about this moment, how I was so so tight and how the reality was so much better than the fantasy. His hands roamed all over my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, until he slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit with his thumb.
He hadn't pushed his cock in further, he'd gotten the full mushroom head of it into my cunt and was just holding it there while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth sucked and nibbled on my neck. Finally his ministrations on my clit started to work and my hips started to slowly gyrate, my arousal returning and burning off some of my nervousness.
"That's it, baby. God... you feel so good... so amazing..." He slowly began pressing his cock deeper into my cunt. His thumb still rubbing my clit, distracting me from the pain of my tight cunt being stretched wide by his cock. He was still sucking and nibbling on my neck, murmuring in my ear how incredibly tight I was and how amazing it felt. How he'd been waiting for this for so, so long and that he wanted to take it slow so he could remember everything.
But the deeper he pushed his cock into my cunt, the more uncomfortable it became. He was just so very wide, and I was so very tight. Even though I had a few vibrators, none of them came close to having the width of Doug's cock. In fact, it would take two of my vibrators together to equal the width of his cock. Even my body seemed so slim compared to his ruggedness. My slim hips, my firm dancer's body, feeling like I was being impaled on a sword as his cock pressed into my cunt.
I started whimpering a bit. He was pushing into me so slowly, trying to give me the chance to get used to the feeling of being stretched by his cock, he was murmuring in my ear how sexy I was, how tight I was, how much he wanted me, his thumb delicately rubbing my clit, desperately trying to keep me aroused.
But the further he pressed his cock into my cunt, the more it hurt. He'd only gotten half-way into my cunt and already I felt like I couldn't take any more.
And he could tell. My whimpers had gotten louder, a bit more ragged, the pain of being stretched wide by his cock coating each whimper.
"Please, Camella. Oh god, please, just a little bit longer..." He was definitely begging. He'd stopped pushing his cock into my cunt, he shifted his head to give me a tender kiss. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, gently running his tongue over it.
"Please, Camella...." I loved kissing him so much, and I continued to kiss him, taking it from tender to passionate and he took that as permission to try to push a little further into my cunt.
But he'd lost quite a bit of his control by this point and he pushed deeper than I think he intended to... he'd plunged his cock deep into my cunt, almost sheathing it entirely in my tight passage and I cried out.
"God.. Camella... you are so tight, so wet, so hot. Just a little bit longer, Camella... please... Oh god, Camella.. please..."
"It hurts, Doug." And it did. All I could feel was his cock painfully stretching my tight passage, feeling like his cock was tearing me in two, splitting me down the middle.
"You feel so so good, Camella. So good..." He'd stopped moving his cock, and he was back to nibbling and sucking on my neck, his thumb gently rubbing my clit.
But none of that helped. It hurt way too much and I'd lost any feeling of arousal that I had.
"I can't Doug. Please. It hurts so much... please..." Now I was the one begging. His entire body tensed over mine, his hands stilled.
"Please, Doug..." I could tell he was trying to marshal his control, that he knew he had to honor his promise, that he didn't want to force himself on me once I'd asked him to stop but I could tell he was struggling with his desire to plunge deep into my cunt, and knowing that he had to keep his promise to me if he ever wanted to see me again.
I cradled his head in my hands. Pulling him close to me, close enough for me to lick and nibble on his lips. "Please, Doug. We'll try again next time but right now it just hurts to much.... please..." I started kissing him tenderly, the way he'd kissed me earlier, and he slowly began to pull his cock out of my cunt and oh lord, it hurt more going out than it had going in. But finally his thick, hard cock was out of my cunt and he was panting with the effort of it.
I'd continue with what happened next (a co-masturbation finish) but I'm starving and need to go get some lunch.
Let me know what you think and what you'd like me to tell you about next.
Camella.
Close-up Pic
Vatsa,
Your dream to see one, really? I'll gladly take a close-up pic and send it to you (now I'm wondering if I need to clean it up and give it a fresh wax...) I don't understand the trend for clean-shaven pussy because there's a reason we have hair down there, it provides much needed traction during sex.
Sometimes I wish my husband went down on me more often but I mostly wish that he followed my instructions on how to give me good oral. I'm pretty particular about it. Far more particular than my female friends because they'll take oral any way they can get it and I'd rather get good oral than sloppy oral.
For me, I like soft, tender oral. The skin in the folds of my sex is very, very sensitive and when my husband digs his mouth into me, all I feel is pain. Especially if there's stubble on his chin. Beard burn in a pussy freakin' HURTS.
He's gotten better at it but it frustrates him because he wants to make me happy but I'm always asking him to change his method--to be gentler. I like soft, delicate flicks of the tongue, flicking my clit, the point of the tongue rubbing my clit around, sliding through the folds of my pussy. And I love the feeling of one long lick from my cunt up to my clit, a gentle lick but with the full tongue, going up and down my pussy. Then I have him gently spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers so he can really flick and swirl his tongue around my clit, sucking the hard nub of flesh into his mouth a bit. Then running his full tongue up and down my exposed pussy a few more times before pushing it into my cunt and fucking me with his tongue. Gently moving his tongue in and out of my cunt, sliding it up my pussy, rubbing it over my clit.
Usually my husband starts off well but by the time he gets to the part where he's spreading the lips of my pussy with his fingers, he's just mashing his tongue around my pussy and he loses all of that tender finesse that makes oral so great for me.
I often fantasize about a guy going down on me. Of course, in my fantasy, the guy already knows exactly how to pleasure me with his tongue, so I can just lie back and enjoy while he delicately licks and sucks on my pussy.
I'd write more but I have to type up a couple of letters (damn the man who makes me actually earn my paycheck, how dare he!).
Camella.
Your dream to see one, really? I'll gladly take a close-up pic and send it to you (now I'm wondering if I need to clean it up and give it a fresh wax...) I don't understand the trend for clean-shaven pussy because there's a reason we have hair down there, it provides much needed traction during sex.
Sometimes I wish my husband went down on me more often but I mostly wish that he followed my instructions on how to give me good oral. I'm pretty particular about it. Far more particular than my female friends because they'll take oral any way they can get it and I'd rather get good oral than sloppy oral.
For me, I like soft, tender oral. The skin in the folds of my sex is very, very sensitive and when my husband digs his mouth into me, all I feel is pain. Especially if there's stubble on his chin. Beard burn in a pussy freakin' HURTS.
He's gotten better at it but it frustrates him because he wants to make me happy but I'm always asking him to change his method--to be gentler. I like soft, delicate flicks of the tongue, flicking my clit, the point of the tongue rubbing my clit around, sliding through the folds of my pussy. And I love the feeling of one long lick from my cunt up to my clit, a gentle lick but with the full tongue, going up and down my pussy. Then I have him gently spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers so he can really flick and swirl his tongue around my clit, sucking the hard nub of flesh into his mouth a bit. Then running his full tongue up and down my exposed pussy a few more times before pushing it into my cunt and fucking me with his tongue. Gently moving his tongue in and out of my cunt, sliding it up my pussy, rubbing it over my clit.
Usually my husband starts off well but by the time he gets to the part where he's spreading the lips of my pussy with his fingers, he's just mashing his tongue around my pussy and he loses all of that tender finesse that makes oral so great for me.
I often fantasize about a guy going down on me. Of course, in my fantasy, the guy already knows exactly how to pleasure me with his tongue, so I can just lie back and enjoy while he delicately licks and sucks on my pussy.
I'd write more but I have to type up a couple of letters (damn the man who makes me actually earn my paycheck, how dare he!).
Camella.
Friday, March 14, 2008
My Nude Pic
Vatsa,
I'm so glad you like it!
And I'm absolute crap when it comes to drawing and I used to paint when I was younger but, truly, they all came out awful, so I gave it up. I've never really considered myself talented with the visual arts. I certainly appreciate a good painting, and love going to art galleries, but I've never been able to capture the essence of a picture on canvas, or paper. As far as photography goes... when it comes to taking nude pictures of myself, I simply take a whole lot of different pictures. I must have taken about fifty shots of that bed photo alone--various poses, etc. So, it's mostly a matter of patience and taking the time to correct/change minor details. I've always approached those photos with an idea in my mind of what I want and I was abnormally pleased with that bed photo because it came out exactly the way I wanted it to--erotic and sexy but not trashy. I'm obsessed with trying to take classy nudes that would be more appropriate in Playboy, rather than trashy nudes like the ones in Hustler.
(I originally started taking nude shots because I wanted to send them to Playboy. I've always wanted to be in Playboy, and I'm addicted to that show on E!, "The Girls Next Door," about Hef and his three live-in girlfriends. So, I started taking nudes thinking that I would send them in and my husband nixed the idea. He actually freaked out a bit and told me HELL NO, I couldn't send nudes of myself to Playboy. So, now I just take them for myself and for the fun of it. I have a rather humorous series of me in nothing more than my Starbucks apron. I worked at Starbucks for over two years and one night, after we closed, we got a bit silly and a female co-worker and I decided to surprise our incredibly sexy male co-worker by changing out of our clothes in the bathroom and coming out in JUST our green aprons. The store was deserted, of course, since were closed, and he was mopping the back room and when we came in wearing just our aprons, he dropped the mop and slipped on the wet floor, landing on his ass. It was hilarious.)
I think I have a full-frontal nude at home. I'll dig around for it tonight and send it to you. Or, if you'd like, I could take one this weekend and send it to you over the weekend. I'm planning another shoot for tomorrow while my husband plays disc golf, so I'd be glad to try for a full frontal pic for you.
Oh yeah--Thank you so much for the wonderful compliments about my writing! I type faster than I talk and I took a keyboarding class in high school, so I rarely make any errors while typing. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember and I've always been able to just sit down and pound out a story in a short period of time. In fact, writing those emails to you yesterday was a really fun writing exercise. I got some work done on my novel in-between emails and I'm absolutely thrilled because it usually takes me a while to warm up (in a sense), and get into that groove where I'm writing exactly what I'm thinking and it's all flowing together, and writing those emails got my narrative self primed for working on my novel.
I know that you want me to write to you about the first time I felt Doug's cock in my cunt but I'm warning you now, it's not really that great of a story. His cock was so wide that it was mostly just painful, and uncomfortable. In fact, we never really had another night that matched that first night, although we certainly tried to recapture the magic of that first incredible night. Which is not to say that we didn't have some great moments--we did but they were few, and far between, and things mostly fell apart between us rather quickly. He pressured me into having sex and I was adamant that I would wait until I was ready, and I resented him a bit for pressuring me when I'd already explained to him that I wasn't just going to throw my virginity away without a thought and that he'd have to wait until I was ready. And when it finally happened (New Year's Eve 2002), it was a complete disappointment.
The first time with my husband was actually much, much better. Of course, it helped that I liked my husband's cock far more than I liked Doug's.
Time to get a bit of work done, so I can at least pretend I'm earning my paycheck.
Camella
I'm so glad you like it!
And I'm absolute crap when it comes to drawing and I used to paint when I was younger but, truly, they all came out awful, so I gave it up. I've never really considered myself talented with the visual arts. I certainly appreciate a good painting, and love going to art galleries, but I've never been able to capture the essence of a picture on canvas, or paper. As far as photography goes... when it comes to taking nude pictures of myself, I simply take a whole lot of different pictures. I must have taken about fifty shots of that bed photo alone--various poses, etc. So, it's mostly a matter of patience and taking the time to correct/change minor details. I've always approached those photos with an idea in my mind of what I want and I was abnormally pleased with that bed photo because it came out exactly the way I wanted it to--erotic and sexy but not trashy. I'm obsessed with trying to take classy nudes that would be more appropriate in Playboy, rather than trashy nudes like the ones in Hustler.
(I originally started taking nude shots because I wanted to send them to Playboy. I've always wanted to be in Playboy, and I'm addicted to that show on E!, "The Girls Next Door," about Hef and his three live-in girlfriends. So, I started taking nudes thinking that I would send them in and my husband nixed the idea. He actually freaked out a bit and told me HELL NO, I couldn't send nudes of myself to Playboy. So, now I just take them for myself and for the fun of it. I have a rather humorous series of me in nothing more than my Starbucks apron. I worked at Starbucks for over two years and one night, after we closed, we got a bit silly and a female co-worker and I decided to surprise our incredibly sexy male co-worker by changing out of our clothes in the bathroom and coming out in JUST our green aprons. The store was deserted, of course, since were closed, and he was mopping the back room and when we came in wearing just our aprons, he dropped the mop and slipped on the wet floor, landing on his ass. It was hilarious.)
I think I have a full-frontal nude at home. I'll dig around for it tonight and send it to you. Or, if you'd like, I could take one this weekend and send it to you over the weekend. I'm planning another shoot for tomorrow while my husband plays disc golf, so I'd be glad to try for a full frontal pic for you.
Oh yeah--Thank you so much for the wonderful compliments about my writing! I type faster than I talk and I took a keyboarding class in high school, so I rarely make any errors while typing. I've been a writer for as long as I can remember and I've always been able to just sit down and pound out a story in a short period of time. In fact, writing those emails to you yesterday was a really fun writing exercise. I got some work done on my novel in-between emails and I'm absolutely thrilled because it usually takes me a while to warm up (in a sense), and get into that groove where I'm writing exactly what I'm thinking and it's all flowing together, and writing those emails got my narrative self primed for working on my novel.
I know that you want me to write to you about the first time I felt Doug's cock in my cunt but I'm warning you now, it's not really that great of a story. His cock was so wide that it was mostly just painful, and uncomfortable. In fact, we never really had another night that matched that first night, although we certainly tried to recapture the magic of that first incredible night. Which is not to say that we didn't have some great moments--we did but they were few, and far between, and things mostly fell apart between us rather quickly. He pressured me into having sex and I was adamant that I would wait until I was ready, and I resented him a bit for pressuring me when I'd already explained to him that I wasn't just going to throw my virginity away without a thought and that he'd have to wait until I was ready. And when it finally happened (New Year's Eve 2002), it was a complete disappointment.
The first time with my husband was actually much, much better. Of course, it helped that I liked my husband's cock far more than I liked Doug's.
Time to get a bit of work done, so I can at least pretend I'm earning my paycheck.
Camella
My Red Pubic Hair
Vatsa,
That doesn't gross me out. I trim it and keep it waxed--but I also like some hair down there, so I only wax down to a small triangle of hair that would be covered by even the smallest bikini panty. I would never, EVER dye down there, especially since it's just a darker red than the hair on my head and I like being unique. And the fact that my hair is naturally red both on top, and on bottom (I believe the term is my carpet matches my drapes) drives my husband absolutely wild. In fact, I used to wax down to a little strip of hair but he asked me to stop waxing away so much hair because he loved my dark red pubic hair so much.
I think I was about 16 when I first started waxing and trimming it. I've never had an abundance of hair down there, so it was only when I started wearing skimpy bikinis that I needed to clean it up and shape it. I never, ever took a razor to my pubic hair, which I thought was normal because... ew. Sometime last year, I was hanging out with a group of girls from work and we all started talking about how we like to keep our hair down there and they were all talking about what kind of razor they use (I was quite grossed out when one girl said that she borrows her husband's razor) and I blurted out, "You guys SHAVE down there?"
They all stopped talking and just stared at me. Finally, Amy, one of my closest friends, said something like, "Well, YEAH. Are you saying you just... leave it... natural?" I could tell that the idea was as gross to her as the idea of shaving was to me.
"No, of course not! I WAX." It was so funny. They all started asking me if it hurt (a bit but I don't mind) and how long I've been waxing, what type of wax I use, etc. They all said that they had thought about waxing down there but were afraid to and I had to tell them that I was afraid to use a razor down there because... ow. Plus, wax pulls the hair out by the root, so there's no stubble and it's just smooth and clean. Even though my husband rarely goes down on me, I would die if I had stubble down there because... yeah. Ew.
Perhaps I'm bordering into too much information territory? :)
Camella.
That doesn't gross me out. I trim it and keep it waxed--but I also like some hair down there, so I only wax down to a small triangle of hair that would be covered by even the smallest bikini panty. I would never, EVER dye down there, especially since it's just a darker red than the hair on my head and I like being unique. And the fact that my hair is naturally red both on top, and on bottom (I believe the term is my carpet matches my drapes) drives my husband absolutely wild. In fact, I used to wax down to a little strip of hair but he asked me to stop waxing away so much hair because he loved my dark red pubic hair so much.
I think I was about 16 when I first started waxing and trimming it. I've never had an abundance of hair down there, so it was only when I started wearing skimpy bikinis that I needed to clean it up and shape it. I never, ever took a razor to my pubic hair, which I thought was normal because... ew. Sometime last year, I was hanging out with a group of girls from work and we all started talking about how we like to keep our hair down there and they were all talking about what kind of razor they use (I was quite grossed out when one girl said that she borrows her husband's razor) and I blurted out, "You guys SHAVE down there?"
They all stopped talking and just stared at me. Finally, Amy, one of my closest friends, said something like, "Well, YEAH. Are you saying you just... leave it... natural?" I could tell that the idea was as gross to her as the idea of shaving was to me.
"No, of course not! I WAX." It was so funny. They all started asking me if it hurt (a bit but I don't mind) and how long I've been waxing, what type of wax I use, etc. They all said that they had thought about waxing down there but were afraid to and I had to tell them that I was afraid to use a razor down there because... ow. Plus, wax pulls the hair out by the root, so there's no stubble and it's just smooth and clean. Even though my husband rarely goes down on me, I would die if I had stubble down there because... yeah. Ew.
Perhaps I'm bordering into too much information territory? :)
Camella.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
My Very First Time - Part 3
Vatsa,
Wow, what a wonderful compliment :) But what if I turn out to be a disappointment in real life and don't live up to your expectations?
(I'm mostly kidding... I do think I'm rather fantastic in bed.)
I haven't written the next portion yet but I'm fairly certain it will be the conclusion of the story (I never really know how much I write until I'm in there, writing it and then it seems like I write a whole damn lot).
He slid his hands up the backs of my thighs, moving them to the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs apart--very far apart. Luckily I have a dancer's flexibility. He pressed his hand against my back and told me bend over even more, to push my ass higher, that he wanted to be able to see my pussy.
And I did, his hands on my ass cheeks, massaging them. Moving down my ass, to the tops of my thighs, his fingers spreading the lips of my pussy, his thumbs working my clit, getting me so wet. I started moaning and whimpering and he just laughed a bit and kept working me with his hands--kneading my ass cheeks, his fingers running up and down the slit of my pussy, his thumbs rubbing my clit. I remember thinking that I thought he said he wanted to taste me and as soon as I had that thought, he'd crouched down and I felt his tongue lick all the way from my clit to my cunt, and then back again. The metal ball rubbing my swollen clit, his hands still kneading and pressing on the cheeks of my ass.
I was definitely moaning loudly, my breath panting as I kept saying "Ohmigod! YES!" over and over and over. His tongue swirled all around my pussy and clit, while one of his fingers gently caressed the crack of my ass and sent a bolt of electricity up my spine and made my legs quiver a bit. He laughed when my legs started quivering and continued to caress my ass with his fingers.
When he thrust his tongue into my cunt I about died from the ecstasy of it. He pushed his tongue deep into my cunt and I could feel his tongue piercing teasing the opening of my body, slipping in a bit and rubbing against my tight passage and ohmigod, it felt incredible. His tongue felt absolutely huge--it filled my tight cunt easily and he kept thrusting it in and out, sliding it up to my clit so he could rub my clit with the ball piercing. His fingers caressing the crack of my ass and the small of my back.
I was beyond speech by this time and was just moaning--one long moan, and my legs were quivering and shaking. He thrust his tongue deep into my cunt again and my knees actually buckled and he pulled away from my pussy to laugh and say that it didn't seem like I would be able to stand there much longer, and he told me to get on the bed, lie on my back and spread my legs wide. I was still wearing my black high heels but nothing else, of course, and I followed his orders and spread my legs almost in the split position and I'll never forget the devilishly wicked smile on his face when he looked at my completely exposed pussy.
He kneeled on the bed between my legs and leaned over me, his hands on my breasts, squeezing them, and he leaned in close to me and asked if I wanted to know what I tasted like and I nodded my head and so he captured my lips with his and let me taste my cum on him and I licked the cum from his lips, and we passionately made out while he pinched and tugged on my nipples. He pulled away and said something like, "God, you're hot," and then bent his head towards my pussy and started licking and sucking on my clit again.
He kept his hands on my breasts this time, kneading them, rolling my hard nipples through his fingers while he thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt. My hands were in his hair, holding his head between my legs, my hips bucking, pressing my pussy against his mouth. I'd pulled my legs up and was, once again, pressing his head between my thighs, moaning and writing while he worked me with his tongue.
I wanted to savor the sensations but I came so quickly and so wildly--my entire body shaking, my hips bucking, cum pouring down his mouth and chin, my legs clamped around his head while I shook and quivered with pleasure. When I was finally done shaking he pulled his head up and bent back over me to capture me in another kiss and this time I went absolutely wild--my tongue all over his lips, and chin, licking my cum off him.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting my earlobe and told me that he wanted to jack off and squirt his cum all over my breasts and I said yes, oooh yes, please, so he started pumping his cock while we kissed, his mouth traveling down to my breasts, his teeth biting and tugging my nipples and it was so incredibly erotic. His hand was working his cock furiously and he was moaning and grunting, and I was running my legs all over him--the insides of my thighs traveling over his legs, his back, rubbing him all over as he pumped his cock and sucked my breasts.
He pulled back with one long moan, his cock swelling in his hand as he squirted cum all over my breasts and stomach. I instinctively pressed my breasts together, rubbing his cum all over them, pinching and tweaking my nipples and I could tell he liked the visual because he moaned even louder and kept pumping his cock, his cum dribbling out onto my stomach.
We stayed there for a few minutes, me covered in his cum and him riding the aftershocks of his orgasm, until he finally collapsed next to me on the bed and told me that I was amazing... incredible and that it was damned hard to believe that I was a virgin and that he couldn't wait until we had sex. It was around 3:00 am and I had to be sneaking home soon if I was going to make it home before my parents woke up, so he told me that I could go take a quick shower if I wanted to clean up... which I did, alone because I think he could tell that I was ready to be alone and to think about everything we'd done during that incredible night.
He also took a shower in another bathroom, and we hugged and kissed for quite some time while I stood at the front door of his dad's house, knowing that I had to leave soon in order to sneak back into my room without getting caught.
Wow. I haven't relived that night in such detail for a while. Now I'm really, really turned on... and dying to know what you think about it.
Camella.
Wow, what a wonderful compliment :) But what if I turn out to be a disappointment in real life and don't live up to your expectations?
(I'm mostly kidding... I do think I'm rather fantastic in bed.)
I haven't written the next portion yet but I'm fairly certain it will be the conclusion of the story (I never really know how much I write until I'm in there, writing it and then it seems like I write a whole damn lot).
He slid his hands up the backs of my thighs, moving them to the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs apart--very far apart. Luckily I have a dancer's flexibility. He pressed his hand against my back and told me bend over even more, to push my ass higher, that he wanted to be able to see my pussy.
And I did, his hands on my ass cheeks, massaging them. Moving down my ass, to the tops of my thighs, his fingers spreading the lips of my pussy, his thumbs working my clit, getting me so wet. I started moaning and whimpering and he just laughed a bit and kept working me with his hands--kneading my ass cheeks, his fingers running up and down the slit of my pussy, his thumbs rubbing my clit. I remember thinking that I thought he said he wanted to taste me and as soon as I had that thought, he'd crouched down and I felt his tongue lick all the way from my clit to my cunt, and then back again. The metal ball rubbing my swollen clit, his hands still kneading and pressing on the cheeks of my ass.
I was definitely moaning loudly, my breath panting as I kept saying "Ohmigod! YES!" over and over and over. His tongue swirled all around my pussy and clit, while one of his fingers gently caressed the crack of my ass and sent a bolt of electricity up my spine and made my legs quiver a bit. He laughed when my legs started quivering and continued to caress my ass with his fingers.
When he thrust his tongue into my cunt I about died from the ecstasy of it. He pushed his tongue deep into my cunt and I could feel his tongue piercing teasing the opening of my body, slipping in a bit and rubbing against my tight passage and ohmigod, it felt incredible. His tongue felt absolutely huge--it filled my tight cunt easily and he kept thrusting it in and out, sliding it up to my clit so he could rub my clit with the ball piercing. His fingers caressing the crack of my ass and the small of my back.
I was beyond speech by this time and was just moaning--one long moan, and my legs were quivering and shaking. He thrust his tongue deep into my cunt again and my knees actually buckled and he pulled away from my pussy to laugh and say that it didn't seem like I would be able to stand there much longer, and he told me to get on the bed, lie on my back and spread my legs wide. I was still wearing my black high heels but nothing else, of course, and I followed his orders and spread my legs almost in the split position and I'll never forget the devilishly wicked smile on his face when he looked at my completely exposed pussy.
He kneeled on the bed between my legs and leaned over me, his hands on my breasts, squeezing them, and he leaned in close to me and asked if I wanted to know what I tasted like and I nodded my head and so he captured my lips with his and let me taste my cum on him and I licked the cum from his lips, and we passionately made out while he pinched and tugged on my nipples. He pulled away and said something like, "God, you're hot," and then bent his head towards my pussy and started licking and sucking on my clit again.
He kept his hands on my breasts this time, kneading them, rolling my hard nipples through his fingers while he thrust his tongue in and out of my cunt. My hands were in his hair, holding his head between my legs, my hips bucking, pressing my pussy against his mouth. I'd pulled my legs up and was, once again, pressing his head between my thighs, moaning and writing while he worked me with his tongue.
I wanted to savor the sensations but I came so quickly and so wildly--my entire body shaking, my hips bucking, cum pouring down his mouth and chin, my legs clamped around his head while I shook and quivered with pleasure. When I was finally done shaking he pulled his head up and bent back over me to capture me in another kiss and this time I went absolutely wild--my tongue all over his lips, and chin, licking my cum off him.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting my earlobe and told me that he wanted to jack off and squirt his cum all over my breasts and I said yes, oooh yes, please, so he started pumping his cock while we kissed, his mouth traveling down to my breasts, his teeth biting and tugging my nipples and it was so incredibly erotic. His hand was working his cock furiously and he was moaning and grunting, and I was running my legs all over him--the insides of my thighs traveling over his legs, his back, rubbing him all over as he pumped his cock and sucked my breasts.
He pulled back with one long moan, his cock swelling in his hand as he squirted cum all over my breasts and stomach. I instinctively pressed my breasts together, rubbing his cum all over them, pinching and tweaking my nipples and I could tell he liked the visual because he moaned even louder and kept pumping his cock, his cum dribbling out onto my stomach.
We stayed there for a few minutes, me covered in his cum and him riding the aftershocks of his orgasm, until he finally collapsed next to me on the bed and told me that I was amazing... incredible and that it was damned hard to believe that I was a virgin and that he couldn't wait until we had sex. It was around 3:00 am and I had to be sneaking home soon if I was going to make it home before my parents woke up, so he told me that I could go take a quick shower if I wanted to clean up... which I did, alone because I think he could tell that I was ready to be alone and to think about everything we'd done during that incredible night.
He also took a shower in another bathroom, and we hugged and kissed for quite some time while I stood at the front door of his dad's house, knowing that I had to leave soon in order to sneak back into my room without getting caught.
Wow. I haven't relived that night in such detail for a while. Now I'm really, really turned on... and dying to know what you think about it.
Camella.
My Very First Time - Part 2
Vatsa,
Well, that is certainly encouragement to continue!
We grabbed the whiskey, the shot glasses and our discarded clothes and took off for the guest bedroom that Doug stayed in when he came to visit his Dad.
As soon as we got to the bedroom, I became immediately self-conscious about my lack of clothes. I was holding my arms over my breasts and feeling very awkward, and Doug was really sweet about it. He was shutting and locking the door to the room, and when he turned around and saw me standing, my arms nervously crossed over my breasts, he came towards me and gave me a wonderfully tender kiss, his hands drawing my arms away from body, wrapping them around his waist.
We stood there kissing for a while, my tongue running all over his tongue piercing, his hands gently cupping my breasts. He broke the kiss to suck and nibble my earlobe, whispering to me that he wanted to see me naked and that I was beautiful and shouldn't be nervous. Although we didn't move immediately, he kept kissing and sucking my neck and I was moaning, running my hands up and down his back.
When he finally pulled away, he gave me one last kiss and told me to stay still, and to not be nervous. He moved so that he was standing about a foot in front of me, and his hands went to the back of my waist and he began lowering the zipper on my mini-skirt and it settle to the floor. I instantly reacted, moving my arms to cover myself and gave me another kiss, took my arms in his hand, placed my hands on his waist and just... looked at me. Standing there in my black satin underwear and my black high-heels.
I would have died with embarrassment if hadn't been telling me how gorgeous I was and how incredible my body was from all of the dancing. He slowly moved his hands from around my hips, up the sides of my body, back towards my breasts, his fingers dancing lightly across my breasts then up and over my shoulders, into my hair. It went on like that for what seemed like ages--his hands traveling from my hair, down my breasts, over my stomach, across my waist, his fingers delving underneath my satin panties, caressing down my thighs... and then back up again.
After a while, I started feeling a bit restless and started to pull at the waistband of his jeans. He laughed and instantly began to unfasten them and he shoved them off. He was wearing tight boxer-briefs and his erect cock seemed absolutely huge. Incredibly wide, with a ring pierced through it's head. Even though I could only see the outline of it pressing against the material of his underwear.
Looking at it made me get all wet, again, and I remember just staring at his cock, pressing against his underwear. It jumped every once in a while and I remember jumping a bit each time and his soft laugh in my hair... he was kissing my neck, telling me that he loved the look in my eyes as I stared at his cock.
He asked me if I wanted to see it... I pretty sure I nodded yes, I know I was too nervous to say anything, and he asked me if I wanted to touch it and I could feel my pale skin burning bright red as my entire body blushed with nervousness but I nodded yes... I really, really wanted to touch it.
He gave another laugh and told me to sit down on the end of the bed. I did so nervously, still wearing my black satin panties and my heels, and he stood between my spread legs and began to slowly push his underwear down. But he stopped after only a few seconds and told me that I should finish the job and wow, my heart is pounding now the way it was pounding then. Like it's going to jump out of my chest. My hands were even shaking a bit, I was so nervous, but I slowly pushed his underwear down his legs, not even really looking at his cock yet, just enjoying the feel of his strong, muscular legs under my hands.
As he kicked off his underwear, I slowly ran my hands back up his legs, my eyes following my hands because I knew his cock was right there, in front of my face, and as soon as I raised my eyes, it would be all I would see... so I concentrated on his legs for a few minutes while I gathered up my courage.
My fingers were barely brushing his skin, drifting up his thighs and finally I looked at his erect cock, which was right in front of my face, and it jumped a bit when my eyes finally landed on it and he gave another soft laugh. I must have stared at it for a few minutes because he very softly told me to go ahead and touch him... and so I did. His cock was incredibly thick--I couldn't wrap my fingers completely around it (I think that would make it almost 4" wide) but not very tall (less than 5", as I recall) and, as I said, he had a circle piercing through it's head.
His cock was heavy in my hand and I was surprised that I couldn't completely wrap my fingers around it. I delicately ran my fingers all over his cock--feeling the faint ridges of his veins, the soft, suede texture of his skin, the full mushroom-headed tip. The more I touched it, the harder it got, until it felt like solid steel in my hand. He urged me wrap my entire hand around it and move it up and down, since I had no idea what I was doing, and I did as he asked and was surprised by the feeling of his skin moving with my hand I drew my hand up and down his cock.
I looked up at him after a while and started blushing when I saw that he was watching me stroke and stare at his cock. His eyes were focused intensely on me but they also seemed a bit cloudy, full of arousal and desire and that made me even more nervous, so I went back to staring at his cock. His hips started to rock a bit, telling me with his body how to get into a rhythm with my hand. He softly told me to cup his balls with my other hand and I did, amazed by how heavy they were, and he told me to be gentle with his balls to to play with them, like I was playing with his cock because it felt good and he liked it.
So, we went on like that for a while, my hand caressing his cock, my fingers running all over it, tracing it's head. My other hand cupping his balls, my fingers caressing them gently. Doug was groaning slightly, his hips gently rocking as I pumped my hand up and down his cock.
I looked back up at him and he was still watching me working his cock but his eyes were half-closed and definitely clouded by raging desire and something in me wanted to fire him up even more, so I leaned towards his cock and gave it a tentative lick.
"Oh god, yes, please," he moaned. His hands settled gently on my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I leaned in again and began licking his cock. Just little flicks of my tongue because I had no idea what I was doing--I would run my tongue up his cock and then swirl it around his fat mushroom-head, snagging my tongue on his cock ring, then I would run my tongue back down his cock and swirl it around the base.
Since it had the ring on the tip, I wasn't bold enough yet to take it into my mouth, so I kept running my tongue all over it--up and down, swirling it around, occasionally pulling back to pump him up and down with my hand, while my other hand played with his balls.
It went on like this for a while until he stopped me, told me that I was amazing, incredible, would obviously give a great blow job one day but that if I kept going, he would be cumming and he didn't want to cum yet. So he told me to stand up, turn around, lean over the bed, bracing myself with my hands and since I'd always had submissive fantasies, I was nervous but more than glad to follow his orders. As soon as I'd turned around and bent over, he started pulling my panties down my legs, pulling them free completely and tossing them aside. He told me to spread my legs and that he just had to taste me again...
I'm getting myself all turned on again. Since that was another really long email, I shall pause for the next few minutes before writing you the next installment. As an incentive from the next installment--I'm dying to know if it's turning you on as much as it is me.
Camella.
Well, that is certainly encouragement to continue!
We grabbed the whiskey, the shot glasses and our discarded clothes and took off for the guest bedroom that Doug stayed in when he came to visit his Dad.
As soon as we got to the bedroom, I became immediately self-conscious about my lack of clothes. I was holding my arms over my breasts and feeling very awkward, and Doug was really sweet about it. He was shutting and locking the door to the room, and when he turned around and saw me standing, my arms nervously crossed over my breasts, he came towards me and gave me a wonderfully tender kiss, his hands drawing my arms away from body, wrapping them around his waist.
We stood there kissing for a while, my tongue running all over his tongue piercing, his hands gently cupping my breasts. He broke the kiss to suck and nibble my earlobe, whispering to me that he wanted to see me naked and that I was beautiful and shouldn't be nervous. Although we didn't move immediately, he kept kissing and sucking my neck and I was moaning, running my hands up and down his back.
When he finally pulled away, he gave me one last kiss and told me to stay still, and to not be nervous. He moved so that he was standing about a foot in front of me, and his hands went to the back of my waist and he began lowering the zipper on my mini-skirt and it settle to the floor. I instantly reacted, moving my arms to cover myself and gave me another kiss, took my arms in his hand, placed my hands on his waist and just... looked at me. Standing there in my black satin underwear and my black high-heels.
I would have died with embarrassment if hadn't been telling me how gorgeous I was and how incredible my body was from all of the dancing. He slowly moved his hands from around my hips, up the sides of my body, back towards my breasts, his fingers dancing lightly across my breasts then up and over my shoulders, into my hair. It went on like that for what seemed like ages--his hands traveling from my hair, down my breasts, over my stomach, across my waist, his fingers delving underneath my satin panties, caressing down my thighs... and then back up again.
After a while, I started feeling a bit restless and started to pull at the waistband of his jeans. He laughed and instantly began to unfasten them and he shoved them off. He was wearing tight boxer-briefs and his erect cock seemed absolutely huge. Incredibly wide, with a ring pierced through it's head. Even though I could only see the outline of it pressing against the material of his underwear.
Looking at it made me get all wet, again, and I remember just staring at his cock, pressing against his underwear. It jumped every once in a while and I remember jumping a bit each time and his soft laugh in my hair... he was kissing my neck, telling me that he loved the look in my eyes as I stared at his cock.
He asked me if I wanted to see it... I pretty sure I nodded yes, I know I was too nervous to say anything, and he asked me if I wanted to touch it and I could feel my pale skin burning bright red as my entire body blushed with nervousness but I nodded yes... I really, really wanted to touch it.
He gave another laugh and told me to sit down on the end of the bed. I did so nervously, still wearing my black satin panties and my heels, and he stood between my spread legs and began to slowly push his underwear down. But he stopped after only a few seconds and told me that I should finish the job and wow, my heart is pounding now the way it was pounding then. Like it's going to jump out of my chest. My hands were even shaking a bit, I was so nervous, but I slowly pushed his underwear down his legs, not even really looking at his cock yet, just enjoying the feel of his strong, muscular legs under my hands.
As he kicked off his underwear, I slowly ran my hands back up his legs, my eyes following my hands because I knew his cock was right there, in front of my face, and as soon as I raised my eyes, it would be all I would see... so I concentrated on his legs for a few minutes while I gathered up my courage.
My fingers were barely brushing his skin, drifting up his thighs and finally I looked at his erect cock, which was right in front of my face, and it jumped a bit when my eyes finally landed on it and he gave another soft laugh. I must have stared at it for a few minutes because he very softly told me to go ahead and touch him... and so I did. His cock was incredibly thick--I couldn't wrap my fingers completely around it (I think that would make it almost 4" wide) but not very tall (less than 5", as I recall) and, as I said, he had a circle piercing through it's head.
His cock was heavy in my hand and I was surprised that I couldn't completely wrap my fingers around it. I delicately ran my fingers all over his cock--feeling the faint ridges of his veins, the soft, suede texture of his skin, the full mushroom-headed tip. The more I touched it, the harder it got, until it felt like solid steel in my hand. He urged me wrap my entire hand around it and move it up and down, since I had no idea what I was doing, and I did as he asked and was surprised by the feeling of his skin moving with my hand I drew my hand up and down his cock.
I looked up at him after a while and started blushing when I saw that he was watching me stroke and stare at his cock. His eyes were focused intensely on me but they also seemed a bit cloudy, full of arousal and desire and that made me even more nervous, so I went back to staring at his cock. His hips started to rock a bit, telling me with his body how to get into a rhythm with my hand. He softly told me to cup his balls with my other hand and I did, amazed by how heavy they were, and he told me to be gentle with his balls to to play with them, like I was playing with his cock because it felt good and he liked it.
So, we went on like that for a while, my hand caressing his cock, my fingers running all over it, tracing it's head. My other hand cupping his balls, my fingers caressing them gently. Doug was groaning slightly, his hips gently rocking as I pumped my hand up and down his cock.
I looked back up at him and he was still watching me working his cock but his eyes were half-closed and definitely clouded by raging desire and something in me wanted to fire him up even more, so I leaned towards his cock and gave it a tentative lick.
"Oh god, yes, please," he moaned. His hands settled gently on my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I leaned in again and began licking his cock. Just little flicks of my tongue because I had no idea what I was doing--I would run my tongue up his cock and then swirl it around his fat mushroom-head, snagging my tongue on his cock ring, then I would run my tongue back down his cock and swirl it around the base.
Since it had the ring on the tip, I wasn't bold enough yet to take it into my mouth, so I kept running my tongue all over it--up and down, swirling it around, occasionally pulling back to pump him up and down with my hand, while my other hand played with his balls.
It went on like this for a while until he stopped me, told me that I was amazing, incredible, would obviously give a great blow job one day but that if I kept going, he would be cumming and he didn't want to cum yet. So he told me to stand up, turn around, lean over the bed, bracing myself with my hands and since I'd always had submissive fantasies, I was nervous but more than glad to follow his orders. As soon as I'd turned around and bent over, he started pulling my panties down my legs, pulling them free completely and tossing them aside. He told me to spread my legs and that he just had to taste me again...
I'm getting myself all turned on again. Since that was another really long email, I shall pause for the next few minutes before writing you the next installment. As an incentive from the next installment--I'm dying to know if it's turning you on as much as it is me.
Camella.
My Very First Time - Part 1
Vatsa,
This is a fun request! I haven't thought about those early experiences in a while.
Because of certain aspects of my childhood (mainly growing up as a sick kid and spending a lot of time in hospitals), I was much older than my friends when I had my first intimate experiences. I didn't even kiss a boy until I was 17 (and it wasn't a boy... he was at least ten years older than I and it was truly amazing, definitely one of the best first kisses in the history of first kisses).
But that's probably a more tame story than what you are looking for. I was 19 when I first became intimate with a man. His name was Doug and he lived in the Presidio and was introduced to me by a co-worker of mine, who just happened to be his best friend. Doug was 26, as I recall and gorgeous. I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him and was thrilled when he showed a similar interest in me.
At the time, I was still living with my parents in Monterey, and Doug's Dad lived in Monterey, as well. Doug would often come down to visit his Dad and we started hanging out a lot with John, my co-worker/mutual friend.
We became intimate almost immediately after meeting each other. The three of us were at Doug's dad's place (although his Dad wasn't actually home) and we were drinking. It must be my Irish heritage but I've always been a fan of whiskey, and we were all drinking Bushmills Irish whiskey. I was wearing a small, black v-neck shirt that was cropped a bit at my waist, a black mini-skirt, black heels and black satin-and-lace bra and panties. The whole night Doug and I were sitting very close, touching each other, his hand resting on my knee and slowly sliding up my leg, almost under my skirt. I remember that we kept staring at each other, just knowing that something was going to happen that night. John took off once it became apparent that Doug and I were a bit obsessed with each other, and things were awkward for a moment. Doug went into the kitchen to pour us another shot, and I followed him and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, absolutely knowing what I looked like with my legs slightly spread.
When he brought me the glass, he settled himself between my open legs and said something along the lines of "You're so beautiful," which I'd never really heard before and it made my heart race. He was over 6' tall, so we were at eye level with me sitting on the counter, and he leaned in for a kiss and... wow. I still get all hot just thinking about it. He was only the third boy I'd ever kissed, so I was incredibly nervous and he was so gentle with me. His tongue caressing mine as his hands slid up my legs, over the inside of my thighs, his fingers drawing circles on my sensitive skin, driving me absolutely wild.
He had a tongue piercing and I loved sucking his tongue into my mouth and nipping the piercing. It made him laugh. My fingers were stroking through his dark hair while we made out and it wasn't long before his hands were completely up my skirt, his fingers brushing against the satin crotch of my panties. I'd only been touched there before by one guy and it was a horrible experience but Doug's fingers were incredible, and electric. I could feel my panties getting wet the more he touched me.
He leaned away from me, breaking the kiss, and told me that he wanted to take my top off. He knew how inexperienced I was and that I'd never undressed in front of a man before but... I really wanted him to take my shirt off. So, of course, I said yes and off went my small, black cotton top. Doug also stripped his shirt off and... wow. He had a beautifully muscular chest, dark olive skin and almost no chest hair. I thought I'd be nervous, sitting on a kitchen counter, my skirt up around my waist, my breasts barely contained in my black satin bra while Doug stared at me but I was so consumed with memorizing his body with my hands that I didn't even think to be nervous.
We continued to kiss, his hands running all over my body, sliding up my back and unclasping my bra, which I didn't even realize had happened until I felt his hands on my bare breasts. Even though I was taking constant ballet classes and was very thin, and fit, I've always had large breasts... 32-DD's since high school, and Doug was fascinated by them. His hands were incredibly gentle as he cupped them, his fingers kneading them, running over my erect nipples. I remember he stopped long enough to pull the pony-tail holder out of my hair--he said something about wanting to see my red hair draped over my shoulders, and chest.
We had stopped kissing by that point and I was starting to get nervous, my hands were restless on his body while he ran his fingers through my hair, dancing them lightly over my breasts. Just when I was getting really, really nervous, he dipped his head and kissed one of my nipples and I started moaning. I tipped my head back a bit, and arched my back to give him better access and he feasted on my pale breasts. Sucking, licking, nipping them with his teeth, squeezing them with his hands. It was amazing. My breasts were swelling with arousal, my nipples hardening and my panties were getting soaked.
I was so lost in the sensations that I couldn't hold myself up any longer, so I laid back on the counter (it was really a large island) and Doug groaned loudly, grasped my hips, pulled me closer to him, my damp panties pressing against his jeans, his erection large and obvious, and he bent over me to continue suckling my breasts. I just laid back on the island, my hands in his hair, while he sucked and nipped me.
God, it was incredible. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. At some point while he was sucking and biting my nipple, his hands started sliding back up my skirt, and he was startled by how wet the crotch of my panties was... I remember him saying that I was so wet and that it felt so good.
He fingered me through the damp satin, pressing the slick material against my pussy and clit. I'd long since forgotten to be embarrassed and was completely lost in a fog of arousal. I was moaning, and whimpering, and squirming all over the place.
Eventually, he lifted his head from my breasts, captured my mouth in another drugging kiss and murmured that he wanted to taste me. I was so innocent that I had no idea what he was talking about--we were already kissing, he'd already sucked my nipples, what was there left to taste?
When I asked him that, he just smiled, straightened up, his hands sliding from my shoulders, over my breasts, to my waist where my skirt was pushed up, and he told me to just lie there and wait. Within seconds he'd crouched down between my legs and suddenly I realized what he meant and I was utterly astonished. Surely he didn't mean THAT and THERE... I'm sure I made some startled, nervous noise but he'd already pushed aside my panties and he gave me one long lick.
OOHHH, I remember thinking... THAT'S what it feels like. His tongue gently caressing my clit, licking and swirling inside the lips of my pussy and I was moaning and pressing myself closer to his mouth. (I'm seriously turning myself on right now.) I draped my legs over his shoulders, pressing his head between my thighs and he moaned into my pussy and, once again, I was lost, my body engulfed with fiery desire.
It wasn't long before I was grinding my hips, gyrating my pussy against his mouth and he was laughing, telling me how great it was that I loved the feeling of his tongue on me. I had no idea what to expect and when he pressed his tongue piercing (a rod with a ball at the top, right in the middle of his tongue) against my clit I went absolutely wild. Doug knew exactly what he was doing as he rubbed my clit with that metal ball, and I had locked my legs around his head, desperate to keep him right there, between my legs.
When he slipped a finger into my cunt I started bucking and moaning very loudly--I've always been noisy, from the very beginning. His tongue was still torturing me exquisitely, licking my clit, rubbing the metal piercing all over my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and when he started working his finger in and out of my cunt I went absolutely crazy. It wasn't long before I had an orgasm--the first one I hadn't given myself, through masturbation and I swear I felt Doug shaking with the tremors of my pleasure. I was completely out-of-control, moaning and almost screaming "Ohmigod!" over and over, my cum gushing all over his face and fingers, my legs around my head, my hips bucking on the counter.
When I finally came back down to earth, Doug straightened up and just looked at me... sprawled topless on the kitchen island, my red hair all over the place from my thrashing, my skirt pushed up, my panties pushed aside and my legs completely spread and I started to get a bit nervous. A bit self-conscious, since I'd never been so exposed before... I propped myself up on my elbows, sitting up slightly and Doug just stared at me. Making me more and more nervous until he told me that I was beautiful, and incredible and that he wanted more of me.
Wow. Quite a long email for just one little encounter... I have barely touched upon that first, incredible night.
Let me know if I'm giving you the answers you were looking for and I'll write more about the rest of that night. When we went from the kitchen to the privacy of a bedroom.
Camella
This is a fun request! I haven't thought about those early experiences in a while.
Because of certain aspects of my childhood (mainly growing up as a sick kid and spending a lot of time in hospitals), I was much older than my friends when I had my first intimate experiences. I didn't even kiss a boy until I was 17 (and it wasn't a boy... he was at least ten years older than I and it was truly amazing, definitely one of the best first kisses in the history of first kisses).
But that's probably a more tame story than what you are looking for. I was 19 when I first became intimate with a man. His name was Doug and he lived in the Presidio and was introduced to me by a co-worker of mine, who just happened to be his best friend. Doug was 26, as I recall and gorgeous. I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him and was thrilled when he showed a similar interest in me.
At the time, I was still living with my parents in Monterey, and Doug's Dad lived in Monterey, as well. Doug would often come down to visit his Dad and we started hanging out a lot with John, my co-worker/mutual friend.
We became intimate almost immediately after meeting each other. The three of us were at Doug's dad's place (although his Dad wasn't actually home) and we were drinking. It must be my Irish heritage but I've always been a fan of whiskey, and we were all drinking Bushmills Irish whiskey. I was wearing a small, black v-neck shirt that was cropped a bit at my waist, a black mini-skirt, black heels and black satin-and-lace bra and panties. The whole night Doug and I were sitting very close, touching each other, his hand resting on my knee and slowly sliding up my leg, almost under my skirt. I remember that we kept staring at each other, just knowing that something was going to happen that night. John took off once it became apparent that Doug and I were a bit obsessed with each other, and things were awkward for a moment. Doug went into the kitchen to pour us another shot, and I followed him and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, absolutely knowing what I looked like with my legs slightly spread.
When he brought me the glass, he settled himself between my open legs and said something along the lines of "You're so beautiful," which I'd never really heard before and it made my heart race. He was over 6' tall, so we were at eye level with me sitting on the counter, and he leaned in for a kiss and... wow. I still get all hot just thinking about it. He was only the third boy I'd ever kissed, so I was incredibly nervous and he was so gentle with me. His tongue caressing mine as his hands slid up my legs, over the inside of my thighs, his fingers drawing circles on my sensitive skin, driving me absolutely wild.
He had a tongue piercing and I loved sucking his tongue into my mouth and nipping the piercing. It made him laugh. My fingers were stroking through his dark hair while we made out and it wasn't long before his hands were completely up my skirt, his fingers brushing against the satin crotch of my panties. I'd only been touched there before by one guy and it was a horrible experience but Doug's fingers were incredible, and electric. I could feel my panties getting wet the more he touched me.
He leaned away from me, breaking the kiss, and told me that he wanted to take my top off. He knew how inexperienced I was and that I'd never undressed in front of a man before but... I really wanted him to take my shirt off. So, of course, I said yes and off went my small, black cotton top. Doug also stripped his shirt off and... wow. He had a beautifully muscular chest, dark olive skin and almost no chest hair. I thought I'd be nervous, sitting on a kitchen counter, my skirt up around my waist, my breasts barely contained in my black satin bra while Doug stared at me but I was so consumed with memorizing his body with my hands that I didn't even think to be nervous.
We continued to kiss, his hands running all over my body, sliding up my back and unclasping my bra, which I didn't even realize had happened until I felt his hands on my bare breasts. Even though I was taking constant ballet classes and was very thin, and fit, I've always had large breasts... 32-DD's since high school, and Doug was fascinated by them. His hands were incredibly gentle as he cupped them, his fingers kneading them, running over my erect nipples. I remember he stopped long enough to pull the pony-tail holder out of my hair--he said something about wanting to see my red hair draped over my shoulders, and chest.
We had stopped kissing by that point and I was starting to get nervous, my hands were restless on his body while he ran his fingers through my hair, dancing them lightly over my breasts. Just when I was getting really, really nervous, he dipped his head and kissed one of my nipples and I started moaning. I tipped my head back a bit, and arched my back to give him better access and he feasted on my pale breasts. Sucking, licking, nipping them with his teeth, squeezing them with his hands. It was amazing. My breasts were swelling with arousal, my nipples hardening and my panties were getting soaked.
I was so lost in the sensations that I couldn't hold myself up any longer, so I laid back on the counter (it was really a large island) and Doug groaned loudly, grasped my hips, pulled me closer to him, my damp panties pressing against his jeans, his erection large and obvious, and he bent over me to continue suckling my breasts. I just laid back on the island, my hands in his hair, while he sucked and nipped me.
God, it was incredible. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. At some point while he was sucking and biting my nipple, his hands started sliding back up my skirt, and he was startled by how wet the crotch of my panties was... I remember him saying that I was so wet and that it felt so good.
He fingered me through the damp satin, pressing the slick material against my pussy and clit. I'd long since forgotten to be embarrassed and was completely lost in a fog of arousal. I was moaning, and whimpering, and squirming all over the place.
Eventually, he lifted his head from my breasts, captured my mouth in another drugging kiss and murmured that he wanted to taste me. I was so innocent that I had no idea what he was talking about--we were already kissing, he'd already sucked my nipples, what was there left to taste?
When I asked him that, he just smiled, straightened up, his hands sliding from my shoulders, over my breasts, to my waist where my skirt was pushed up, and he told me to just lie there and wait. Within seconds he'd crouched down between my legs and suddenly I realized what he meant and I was utterly astonished. Surely he didn't mean THAT and THERE... I'm sure I made some startled, nervous noise but he'd already pushed aside my panties and he gave me one long lick.
OOHHH, I remember thinking... THAT'S what it feels like. His tongue gently caressing my clit, licking and swirling inside the lips of my pussy and I was moaning and pressing myself closer to his mouth. (I'm seriously turning myself on right now.) I draped my legs over his shoulders, pressing his head between my thighs and he moaned into my pussy and, once again, I was lost, my body engulfed with fiery desire.
It wasn't long before I was grinding my hips, gyrating my pussy against his mouth and he was laughing, telling me how great it was that I loved the feeling of his tongue on me. I had no idea what to expect and when he pressed his tongue piercing (a rod with a ball at the top, right in the middle of his tongue) against my clit I went absolutely wild. Doug knew exactly what he was doing as he rubbed my clit with that metal ball, and I had locked my legs around his head, desperate to keep him right there, between my legs.
When he slipped a finger into my cunt I started bucking and moaning very loudly--I've always been noisy, from the very beginning. His tongue was still torturing me exquisitely, licking my clit, rubbing the metal piercing all over my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and when he started working his finger in and out of my cunt I went absolutely crazy. It wasn't long before I had an orgasm--the first one I hadn't given myself, through masturbation and I swear I felt Doug shaking with the tremors of my pleasure. I was completely out-of-control, moaning and almost screaming "Ohmigod!" over and over, my cum gushing all over his face and fingers, my legs around my head, my hips bucking on the counter.
When I finally came back down to earth, Doug straightened up and just looked at me... sprawled topless on the kitchen island, my red hair all over the place from my thrashing, my skirt pushed up, my panties pushed aside and my legs completely spread and I started to get a bit nervous. A bit self-conscious, since I'd never been so exposed before... I propped myself up on my elbows, sitting up slightly and Doug just stared at me. Making me more and more nervous until he told me that I was beautiful, and incredible and that he wanted more of me.
Wow. Quite a long email for just one little encounter... I have barely touched upon that first, incredible night.
Let me know if I'm giving you the answers you were looking for and I'll write more about the rest of that night. When we went from the kitchen to the privacy of a bedroom.
Camella
Re: I Can't Get No Satisfaction
Now I feel bad for teasing him when he told me that his cock hurt! :) I thought he was just trying to stop me from demanding more sex :)
I don't think size matters--I have vibrators and dildos in all sorts of sizes. It's hard to say what size he is because he adamantly refuses to let me measure him, but he definitely has a long cock. (His girlfriend before me was a mutual friend of ours and, apparently, she told all of our friends that he had a huge cock because for a while, whenever our friend Joy would get really trashed, she'd ask me if he really did have such a huge cock. It was quite funny but it pissed my husband off.)
For me, I don't care how long/short a cock (well, vibrator/dildo) is... I'm more concerned about width. The guy I lost my virginity to had a rather short cock but it was really thick--so thick I couldn't even fully wrap my hand around it, and it HURT. I'm fairly skinny, so every time we had sex, I felt like his cock was painfully stretching me. (He also had it pierced, and whenever he was inside me, he'd grind his cock deep into me and ask me if I could feel the piercing. I really hated that because YES, I could feel it, I could feel it scraping the skin cells off my cervix.)
My husband's cock, on the other hand, is a perfect width for me. I can easily fit my mouth around it (that's the other reason why I don't like super-wide cocks--too hard to go down on them).
And yes, my husband will go down on me but I actually don't enjoy it all that much. I'm pretty sure this goes back to the guy I was with before my husband--David--because David was obsessed with going down on me and proving how great he was at eating a girl out. It wasn't even really about my pleasure, or what I enjoyed, he was more into proving how great he was at giving oral. And he wasn't all that great. One time, after he'd been down there for what felt like ages, he popped his head up and crankily asked me, "Are you EVER going to cum?"
So, I learned how to fake it. And quickly. Even though I'd always felt that it was wrong to fake it because that doesn't help anybody but... yeah, after that wonderfully rude question, I figured he deserved to have me fake my orgasms. But I never, ever fake with my husband.
But, honestly, I would much rather 69 than simply be on the receiving end of oral. I like it as foreplay but I can rarely cum from it. I actually cum more often from giving my husband a blow job, than when he gives me oral.
I love massage. I've always been good at it--I read a bunch of books on it and took a few classes. We definitely play around with sensual massages but the problem for us is that we both give each other such good massages that we end up too relaxed to have sex! But I've learned some tricks now to keep that from happening. Well, one trick, actually, and that's mostly spreading the massage oil over my breasts and using my breasts to give him a massage. That usually seems to work pretty well :)
I don't think size matters--I have vibrators and dildos in all sorts of sizes. It's hard to say what size he is because he adamantly refuses to let me measure him, but he definitely has a long cock. (His girlfriend before me was a mutual friend of ours and, apparently, she told all of our friends that he had a huge cock because for a while, whenever our friend Joy would get really trashed, she'd ask me if he really did have such a huge cock. It was quite funny but it pissed my husband off.)
For me, I don't care how long/short a cock (well, vibrator/dildo) is... I'm more concerned about width. The guy I lost my virginity to had a rather short cock but it was really thick--so thick I couldn't even fully wrap my hand around it, and it HURT. I'm fairly skinny, so every time we had sex, I felt like his cock was painfully stretching me. (He also had it pierced, and whenever he was inside me, he'd grind his cock deep into me and ask me if I could feel the piercing. I really hated that because YES, I could feel it, I could feel it scraping the skin cells off my cervix.)
My husband's cock, on the other hand, is a perfect width for me. I can easily fit my mouth around it (that's the other reason why I don't like super-wide cocks--too hard to go down on them).
And yes, my husband will go down on me but I actually don't enjoy it all that much. I'm pretty sure this goes back to the guy I was with before my husband--David--because David was obsessed with going down on me and proving how great he was at eating a girl out. It wasn't even really about my pleasure, or what I enjoyed, he was more into proving how great he was at giving oral. And he wasn't all that great. One time, after he'd been down there for what felt like ages, he popped his head up and crankily asked me, "Are you EVER going to cum?"
So, I learned how to fake it. And quickly. Even though I'd always felt that it was wrong to fake it because that doesn't help anybody but... yeah, after that wonderfully rude question, I figured he deserved to have me fake my orgasms. But I never, ever fake with my husband.
But, honestly, I would much rather 69 than simply be on the receiving end of oral. I like it as foreplay but I can rarely cum from it. I actually cum more often from giving my husband a blow job, than when he gives me oral.
I love massage. I've always been good at it--I read a bunch of books on it and took a few classes. We definitely play around with sensual massages but the problem for us is that we both give each other such good massages that we end up too relaxed to have sex! But I've learned some tricks now to keep that from happening. Well, one trick, actually, and that's mostly spreading the massage oil over my breasts and using my breasts to give him a massage. That usually seems to work pretty well :)
I Can't Get No Satisfaction
Actually, I CAN be easily satisfied :) Well... okay, not easily, necessarily but sometimes it doesn't take much (like last night--it couldn't have lasted more than ten minutes but I still managed to get a nice orgasm).
We spice things up with role play and bondage. I love, love LOVE being tied up and spanked, so whenever we're in the mood for something more than just plain ol' vanilla sex, my husband will tie me up and, well, spank me :)
In fact, you might like this little story... I celebrated my birthday in February and my husband was trying to figure out if we should throw a party (which we usually do, of course) but I wanted a quiet day at home.
Well. Not "quiet," exactly. I specifically told him that I wanted a day of sex in every room of our house for my birthday. We bought the house about two years ago and we never christened all of the rooms and I decided that my birthday was the day to do it.
We started the day off with me going down on him first thing in the morning (I get just as turned on by giving him head as he does from receiving it) and we had a wonderful morning sex romp. Then we showered together in the guest room shower and had some very nice shower sex. I'm pretty sure we ate breakfast after that but soon it was off to his game room, where he sat in his gaming chair and I climbed into his lap and... yup, we had sex. Our next stop was my library (he's got his game room, I have a library), here I had spread blankets out on the floor and prepped a picnic basket. So, we ate lunch and drizzled chocolate sauce on each other (along with whipped cream) and had very yummy, sticky sex. Which prompted us to take another shower, of course.
After the shower, I was more than ready to go again but my husband started complaining that I was abusing him horribly and that his cock was beginning to ache (wimp!). So, I made him watch "Stardust" with me, since he refused to have sex again immediately. He absolutely hated the movie, so I told him that I would stop it early if he'd fuck me in the kitchen, with me sitting on the counter. He actually had to think about it! But I reminded him that it was my birthday, so he gamely agreed and we completed our sexual tour of our house.
It was a wonderful birthday. Although I haven't been able to tell many people about it because... well, I couldn't exactly answer my Mom truthfully when she asked how I spent my birthday. ("Having sex in every room of our house, Mom, until my husband told me that I was a sex maniac and to stop abusing him." Probably wouldn't have gone over so well.)
So, I guess you can say I don't always need exciting sex to be satisfied but it takes quite a lot to satisfy my wild sexual appetite :)
We spice things up with role play and bondage. I love, love LOVE being tied up and spanked, so whenever we're in the mood for something more than just plain ol' vanilla sex, my husband will tie me up and, well, spank me :)
In fact, you might like this little story... I celebrated my birthday in February and my husband was trying to figure out if we should throw a party (which we usually do, of course) but I wanted a quiet day at home.
Well. Not "quiet," exactly. I specifically told him that I wanted a day of sex in every room of our house for my birthday. We bought the house about two years ago and we never christened all of the rooms and I decided that my birthday was the day to do it.
We started the day off with me going down on him first thing in the morning (I get just as turned on by giving him head as he does from receiving it) and we had a wonderful morning sex romp. Then we showered together in the guest room shower and had some very nice shower sex. I'm pretty sure we ate breakfast after that but soon it was off to his game room, where he sat in his gaming chair and I climbed into his lap and... yup, we had sex. Our next stop was my library (he's got his game room, I have a library), here I had spread blankets out on the floor and prepped a picnic basket. So, we ate lunch and drizzled chocolate sauce on each other (along with whipped cream) and had very yummy, sticky sex. Which prompted us to take another shower, of course.
After the shower, I was more than ready to go again but my husband started complaining that I was abusing him horribly and that his cock was beginning to ache (wimp!). So, I made him watch "Stardust" with me, since he refused to have sex again immediately. He absolutely hated the movie, so I told him that I would stop it early if he'd fuck me in the kitchen, with me sitting on the counter. He actually had to think about it! But I reminded him that it was my birthday, so he gamely agreed and we completed our sexual tour of our house.
It was a wonderful birthday. Although I haven't been able to tell many people about it because... well, I couldn't exactly answer my Mom truthfully when she asked how I spent my birthday. ("Having sex in every room of our house, Mom, until my husband told me that I was a sex maniac and to stop abusing him." Probably wouldn't have gone over so well.)
So, I guess you can say I don't always need exciting sex to be satisfied but it takes quite a lot to satisfy my wild sexual appetite :)
Re: Sexsomnia
Vatsa,
I'm glad my email made you horny! It wasn't even some of my better writing :) And I like to think I'm hot in bed--I certainly have never gotten any complaints.
And I've only ever had two sexual partners. The guy I lost my virginity to (THAT was a wretched experience that is only good as a sad, but quite humorous, story) and my husband. This is true for my husband, as well. We'd both been in our previous relationships for about a year, and it was with the person we'd lost our virginity to, and my husband I met only a few months after we both had broken up with our previous partners. I never really thought I'd only ever have two sexual partners in my life but that's how it's turned out (so far).
But our sex has always been fantastic. We had an instant sexual attraction and spent most of the first month when we were dating talking about how we needed to wait to have sex and we barely managed to wait a month! Once we started having sex, we pretty much went at it like rabbits. I was doing a lot of ballet then, so we'd meet after dance class, shower together, have sex in the shower, have sex AFTER the shower, take another shower and so on and so forth.
It was actually a bit of a joke with our friends. We moved in together pretty quickly, and we lived in a little cottage, with friends living in the other cottages in the complex, and they would often come by the house and bang on the door, yelling at us to stop having sex already and come out and go drinking! One of our friends would even come to the window of our bedroom and start pounding on it, yelling at us that we are always having sex and get done with it, already!
I think one of our more memorable trysts was at a party at a friend's house. It was a pool party, and they had a hot tub (it was actually at the friend's parents house because kids our age don't have cool houses with pools and hot tubs), so a bunch of us got into the hot tub and started drinking and fooling around. We fooled around to the point where we both ready to have sex right there in the hot tub but our friends were making us promise to not have sex right there in front of them, so we took off to look for a more private spot.
We ended up in the garage, with me sitting on the gardening table, trying to be quiet but not really doing a good job because we could hear our friends outside the garage, "Ohmigod! Are they having sex in the GARAGE?!" It was unbelievably uncomfortable, since I was on the gardening table there was dirt everywhere (thank goodness for the pool) but the sex was incredible.
So, I haven't had many sexual partners but I've had quite a few very wonderful sexual experiences.
Camella
I'm glad my email made you horny! It wasn't even some of my better writing :) And I like to think I'm hot in bed--I certainly have never gotten any complaints.
And I've only ever had two sexual partners. The guy I lost my virginity to (THAT was a wretched experience that is only good as a sad, but quite humorous, story) and my husband. This is true for my husband, as well. We'd both been in our previous relationships for about a year, and it was with the person we'd lost our virginity to, and my husband I met only a few months after we both had broken up with our previous partners. I never really thought I'd only ever have two sexual partners in my life but that's how it's turned out (so far).
But our sex has always been fantastic. We had an instant sexual attraction and spent most of the first month when we were dating talking about how we needed to wait to have sex and we barely managed to wait a month! Once we started having sex, we pretty much went at it like rabbits. I was doing a lot of ballet then, so we'd meet after dance class, shower together, have sex in the shower, have sex AFTER the shower, take another shower and so on and so forth.
It was actually a bit of a joke with our friends. We moved in together pretty quickly, and we lived in a little cottage, with friends living in the other cottages in the complex, and they would often come by the house and bang on the door, yelling at us to stop having sex already and come out and go drinking! One of our friends would even come to the window of our bedroom and start pounding on it, yelling at us that we are always having sex and get done with it, already!
I think one of our more memorable trysts was at a party at a friend's house. It was a pool party, and they had a hot tub (it was actually at the friend's parents house because kids our age don't have cool houses with pools and hot tubs), so a bunch of us got into the hot tub and started drinking and fooling around. We fooled around to the point where we both ready to have sex right there in the hot tub but our friends were making us promise to not have sex right there in front of them, so we took off to look for a more private spot.
We ended up in the garage, with me sitting on the gardening table, trying to be quiet but not really doing a good job because we could hear our friends outside the garage, "Ohmigod! Are they having sex in the GARAGE?!" It was unbelievably uncomfortable, since I was on the gardening table there was dirt everywhere (thank goodness for the pool) but the sex was incredible.
So, I haven't had many sexual partners but I've had quite a few very wonderful sexual experiences.
Camella
Sexsomnia
Vatsa,
I'm an incredibly light sleeper, so unless I was passed out drunk (which hasn't happened in ages, thank goodness), I would never be able to sleep through sex.
It's funny because it happened last night! I'd been feeling horny all evening but I couldn't get him interested, at all, and when he finally came to bed, he said that he just wanted to go to sleep (I was shamelessly begging for sex), so I kept reading my trashy romance novel and he drifted off to sleep.
About thirty minutes later, he rolled over, grabbed me by the waist, dragged me to him, and started playing with my breasts. I dropped the book and turned towards him and he started groping my ass. I could tell he was asleep because every once in-a-while he'd pause mid-grope and I'd have to wiggle my ass to get his hand moving again (yes, I completely egged him on). One thing led to another and soon enough, I had crawled on top of him and we were having sex. I'm pretty sure he woke up sometime before he came.
Of course, the first thing he said to me this morning was "You raped me last night!" Since it's our on-going joke--even if he's too tired for sex while he's awake, I just have to wait for him to fall asleep, start groping me and suddenly he's more than willing to have a good romp. I told him that he initiated it and it got even funnier because he responded, "No, I didn't. I was having a DREAM. An ass-groping dream."
"That wasn't a dream!"
"Oh."
That's usually how it goes the morning after sleep sex. I have to tell him how he initiated it, insist that it wasn't a dream, and then try to puzzle out if and when he actually woke up.
The only discernible difference between sleep sex and waking sex is that he's bizarrely aggressive during his sleep, but only when he's initiating it. He'll grab my breasts and start sucking on them out of NOWHERE but as soon as I respond and actually get things moving towards sex, he becomes very passive and pretty much lies back and lets me do all of the work. Which is fine by me.
When he's awake, he has a very normal sexual appetite and, thankfully, he doesn't often lie back and let me do all of the work when he's awake. He definitely participates more when he's awake. And he lasts longer when he's awake--last night he came almost instantly and I had to keep going a bit to get my orgasm but I can't really blame him for that because, you know, he was pretty much asleep. But when he's awake, he tries to hold off his orgasm until I've had a few.
And I'm pretty sure he's not pretending :) There have been some nights where he was pretending but this has been going on for so long that he can't fool me. There are little tells that I look for to check to see if he's really asleep, or faking it. When he's really asleep, his eyes are closed and he doesn't talk much--mostly mumbles incoherently. Plus, as I said, he'll sometimes just stop in the middle of whatever he was doing when he's asleep and go back into a deep sleep, and I'll have to prod him back into action. It's actually pretty simple--he's obviously not lucid when he's asleep.
Though, when he does fake it, and I can always tell because usually he'll say something coherent and that's a dead give-away that he's not asleep, and I'll make him to most of the work for trying to trick me. Since that's the main reason he'll fake being asleep--he knows that I'll climb on top of him and do all of the work if I think he's asleep. So, when he fakes, I tell him that it's his turn to do all of the work and MY turn to lie back and enjoy. :)
As for hobbies--he's obsessed with disc golf. Which involves throwing discs (similar to frisbees but not actual frisbees, and disc golfers get seriously pissed if you call them "frisbees") at metal cages. It's set up like regular golf--the baskets are holes, and there's a par for each hole and it bores the hell out of me. I've tried to go with him to the course a few times, he's even gotten me my own disc golf bag and I have a set of discs, but it's just not my thing at all. I can't throw worth a damn and then I get tired of retrieving my disc, only to throw it again.
He also plays a TON of video games. He's got all of the systems--X-Box 360, Wii, PS3, and sometimes we play together but he mostly plays on his own.
I enjoy dancing. I take dance classes--ballet and modern, and also belly-dancing. I love yoga but I no longer take any classes for it, and simply practice it on my own. I love the theater and being on-stage, basically performing in general. I'm shamelessly obsessed with karaoke. All things that my husband doesn't enjoy at all (I dragged him to the ballet once and that was a huge mistake). He enjoys private, at home performances, of course. I have all of the Carmen Electra Strip Aerobics videos, so I'll do a strip-tease for him, or a lap dance, or belly-dance for him but that's the extent of his interest in my hobby.
I read obsessively--four to five books a week (not an exaggeration) and I enjoy writing, as well. I'm working on a few things right now--a romance novel, a script and a non-fiction book. I'm always writing short stories and sending submissions to magazines and literary journals. I've gotten published a few times but have received far more rejection letters than I like to think about.
So, he plays disc golf while I go to dance class, then we both come home, and he disappears into his game room and I either read a book, or work on my writing. As I said, housemates who share a bed and have great sex.
Hope this email wasn't too long!
Camella
I'm an incredibly light sleeper, so unless I was passed out drunk (which hasn't happened in ages, thank goodness), I would never be able to sleep through sex.
It's funny because it happened last night! I'd been feeling horny all evening but I couldn't get him interested, at all, and when he finally came to bed, he said that he just wanted to go to sleep (I was shamelessly begging for sex), so I kept reading my trashy romance novel and he drifted off to sleep.
About thirty minutes later, he rolled over, grabbed me by the waist, dragged me to him, and started playing with my breasts. I dropped the book and turned towards him and he started groping my ass. I could tell he was asleep because every once in-a-while he'd pause mid-grope and I'd have to wiggle my ass to get his hand moving again (yes, I completely egged him on). One thing led to another and soon enough, I had crawled on top of him and we were having sex. I'm pretty sure he woke up sometime before he came.
Of course, the first thing he said to me this morning was "You raped me last night!" Since it's our on-going joke--even if he's too tired for sex while he's awake, I just have to wait for him to fall asleep, start groping me and suddenly he's more than willing to have a good romp. I told him that he initiated it and it got even funnier because he responded, "No, I didn't. I was having a DREAM. An ass-groping dream."
"That wasn't a dream!"
"Oh."
That's usually how it goes the morning after sleep sex. I have to tell him how he initiated it, insist that it wasn't a dream, and then try to puzzle out if and when he actually woke up.
The only discernible difference between sleep sex and waking sex is that he's bizarrely aggressive during his sleep, but only when he's initiating it. He'll grab my breasts and start sucking on them out of NOWHERE but as soon as I respond and actually get things moving towards sex, he becomes very passive and pretty much lies back and lets me do all of the work. Which is fine by me.
When he's awake, he has a very normal sexual appetite and, thankfully, he doesn't often lie back and let me do all of the work when he's awake. He definitely participates more when he's awake. And he lasts longer when he's awake--last night he came almost instantly and I had to keep going a bit to get my orgasm but I can't really blame him for that because, you know, he was pretty much asleep. But when he's awake, he tries to hold off his orgasm until I've had a few.
And I'm pretty sure he's not pretending :) There have been some nights where he was pretending but this has been going on for so long that he can't fool me. There are little tells that I look for to check to see if he's really asleep, or faking it. When he's really asleep, his eyes are closed and he doesn't talk much--mostly mumbles incoherently. Plus, as I said, he'll sometimes just stop in the middle of whatever he was doing when he's asleep and go back into a deep sleep, and I'll have to prod him back into action. It's actually pretty simple--he's obviously not lucid when he's asleep.
Though, when he does fake it, and I can always tell because usually he'll say something coherent and that's a dead give-away that he's not asleep, and I'll make him to most of the work for trying to trick me. Since that's the main reason he'll fake being asleep--he knows that I'll climb on top of him and do all of the work if I think he's asleep. So, when he fakes, I tell him that it's his turn to do all of the work and MY turn to lie back and enjoy. :)
As for hobbies--he's obsessed with disc golf. Which involves throwing discs (similar to frisbees but not actual frisbees, and disc golfers get seriously pissed if you call them "frisbees") at metal cages. It's set up like regular golf--the baskets are holes, and there's a par for each hole and it bores the hell out of me. I've tried to go with him to the course a few times, he's even gotten me my own disc golf bag and I have a set of discs, but it's just not my thing at all. I can't throw worth a damn and then I get tired of retrieving my disc, only to throw it again.
He also plays a TON of video games. He's got all of the systems--X-Box 360, Wii, PS3, and sometimes we play together but he mostly plays on his own.
I enjoy dancing. I take dance classes--ballet and modern, and also belly-dancing. I love yoga but I no longer take any classes for it, and simply practice it on my own. I love the theater and being on-stage, basically performing in general. I'm shamelessly obsessed with karaoke. All things that my husband doesn't enjoy at all (I dragged him to the ballet once and that was a huge mistake). He enjoys private, at home performances, of course. I have all of the Carmen Electra Strip Aerobics videos, so I'll do a strip-tease for him, or a lap dance, or belly-dance for him but that's the extent of his interest in my hobby.
I read obsessively--four to five books a week (not an exaggeration) and I enjoy writing, as well. I'm working on a few things right now--a romance novel, a script and a non-fiction book. I'm always writing short stories and sending submissions to magazines and literary journals. I've gotten published a few times but have received far more rejection letters than I like to think about.
So, he plays disc golf while I go to dance class, then we both come home, and he disappears into his game room and I either read a book, or work on my writing. As I said, housemates who share a bed and have great sex.
Hope this email wasn't too long!
Camella
My Situation
Hola Vatsa,
I'd be glad to elaborate about my marital situation.
Lately, it feels like we are housemates who happen to share a bed and have really great sex. We lead completely different lives and he's become very hobby obsessed and I don't share in it. We try to become interested in each other's hobbies but we inevitably retreat back into them on our own, away from each other. Except when we have really great sex, which is fairly often. Five days a week, more on weekends. I have a voracious sexual appetite and he's more than glad to satisfy it (most of the time). On top of that, he also initiates sex while he's sleeping, and I'm a light sleeper, so it usually leads to sex but... sometimes he doesn't actually wake up.
It's hilarious. I subscribe to "Newsweek" (among many other magazines) and I actually read a story that had a name for this--sexsomnia. (It's on wikipedia.) People who have sex in their sleep. It's a legitimate sleep disorder and I about died laughing when I read about it because I thought it was so crazy that he has sex in his SLEEP. And I'm not sleeping. But, unlike most other wives whose husbands have this problem, I don't complain about it. It's rather nice.
So. Obviously, sex is not the problem. There are other reasons why (we have erotic, adventurous sex, as well... neither of us are afraid to speak up about our fantasies, desires and needs) but it's the rest of it that is all disconnected. We don't share our lives, and it's very strange. It can get lonely, and it's disappointing. And I hesitate to tell my friends because they are all shared, mutual friends, who love to gossip about each other and, most of whom have far worse marital problems.
Although it's not horrible, and I know it could be far worse.
Please feel free to talk about your situation more, if you'd like, or ask questions about mine. I would enjoy getting to know you a bit more, as well.
Camella
I'd be glad to elaborate about my marital situation.
Lately, it feels like we are housemates who happen to share a bed and have really great sex. We lead completely different lives and he's become very hobby obsessed and I don't share in it. We try to become interested in each other's hobbies but we inevitably retreat back into them on our own, away from each other. Except when we have really great sex, which is fairly often. Five days a week, more on weekends. I have a voracious sexual appetite and he's more than glad to satisfy it (most of the time). On top of that, he also initiates sex while he's sleeping, and I'm a light sleeper, so it usually leads to sex but... sometimes he doesn't actually wake up.
It's hilarious. I subscribe to "Newsweek" (among many other magazines) and I actually read a story that had a name for this--sexsomnia. (It's on wikipedia.) People who have sex in their sleep. It's a legitimate sleep disorder and I about died laughing when I read about it because I thought it was so crazy that he has sex in his SLEEP. And I'm not sleeping. But, unlike most other wives whose husbands have this problem, I don't complain about it. It's rather nice.
So. Obviously, sex is not the problem. There are other reasons why (we have erotic, adventurous sex, as well... neither of us are afraid to speak up about our fantasies, desires and needs) but it's the rest of it that is all disconnected. We don't share our lives, and it's very strange. It can get lonely, and it's disappointing. And I hesitate to tell my friends because they are all shared, mutual friends, who love to gossip about each other and, most of whom have far worse marital problems.
Although it's not horrible, and I know it could be far worse.
Please feel free to talk about your situation more, if you'd like, or ask questions about mine. I would enjoy getting to know you a bit more, as well.
Camella
Hola, I'm Camella
Hola.
I'm Camella, 27 and also married and feeling a bit lonely. Your CL ad absolutely intrigued me because I would love to see if such a relationship is possible. My sex life is actually rather fantastic but it's everything else that is beginning to fall apart.
I'd rather not burden you with problems that are not yours, so I'll keep this brief and tell you a little bit about myself. I'm a voracious reader, and will read anything from romance novels (yes, I know, it's sad and pathetic) to non-fiction (I'm currently obsessed with "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer). I do yoga and dance ballet and modern. Without sounding too cocky--I'm extremely well-read and obsessively keep up with the news, both nation and worldwide. I enjoy movies, music and the arts and am building an appreciation for nature.
I suppose my reason for answering your ad is that I'm looking for a connection with somebody in similar situation. Someone who is not (necessarily) looking for sex and is looking for a friend. At the very least, someone to talk to about all sorts of things (if you are a Bruce Springsteen fan then you and I will get along very well). My friends are more concerned with partying and I'd rather make more personal connections, find someone I can relate to, who enjoys talking with me and who can relate to me, as well.
If my email intrigues you the way your ad intrigued me, I hope you'll respond and we can begin to get to know each other.
Camella
I'm Camella, 27 and also married and feeling a bit lonely. Your CL ad absolutely intrigued me because I would love to see if such a relationship is possible. My sex life is actually rather fantastic but it's everything else that is beginning to fall apart.
I'd rather not burden you with problems that are not yours, so I'll keep this brief and tell you a little bit about myself. I'm a voracious reader, and will read anything from romance novels (yes, I know, it's sad and pathetic) to non-fiction (I'm currently obsessed with "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer). I do yoga and dance ballet and modern. Without sounding too cocky--I'm extremely well-read and obsessively keep up with the news, both nation and worldwide. I enjoy movies, music and the arts and am building an appreciation for nature.
I suppose my reason for answering your ad is that I'm looking for a connection with somebody in similar situation. Someone who is not (necessarily) looking for sex and is looking for a friend. At the very least, someone to talk to about all sorts of things (if you are a Bruce Springsteen fan then you and I will get along very well). My friends are more concerned with partying and I'd rather make more personal connections, find someone I can relate to, who enjoys talking with me and who can relate to me, as well.
If my email intrigues you the way your ad intrigued me, I hope you'll respond and we can begin to get to know each other.
Camella
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