Friday, 18 September 2009

Faucet

So yeah, I’ve tried to leave it off the blog but it’s just getting too relevant to my story…I have a vanilla SO at home.  I got home so wet and riled up from the little incident with Doug in the car that I couldn’t wait to get some more.  I had this wild thought that maybe now since I’d had my fix of submission I might be able to use some of the tricks I’ve been learning on Neil.  He’s been saying that he wishes I’m more aggressive, I just wasn’t sure I had it in me.

He must have had a nice dream because his cock was just begging for some attention when I came to bed.  I put the tongue ring straight to work, but my soaking wet pussy had other ideas.  Once the floodgates have been opened, I can’t stop them.  I climbed on top of him and lost my mind, squirting over and over again.  He loved the warm feeling of my juices running down his balls as I rode him.  My hand moved to his neck and tugged his hair a bit but couldn’t really read his reaction, though he didn’t stop moaning or seem surprised or upset.

Sitting up straight, I put my hands behind my neck so that when he opened his eyes he saw my breasts bouncing beautifully.  “I think I’m ready to take a more active role,” he said.  I got on all fours and he took me from behind, still stimulating my g-spot so much that I can’t even recall the details, out of my mind with desire, is all I can say.  Sometimes I get bored or tired after a half hour or so but this night I felt like I could go on forever.

He said he didn’t think he was going to be able to come and I begged, “Please don’t stop.”  We flipped to missionary position and I had a really rocking clitoral orgasm.  I asked him if he was losing feeling in his cock which sometimes happens when we have marathon sessions, he admitted that he was.  So I decided to try something different.  He couldn’t feel anything there so I’ll give him something else to feel.  Now he was kind of beside and behind me so I dug my nails into his thigh as hard as I could.  It had to hurt a lot but he didn’t protest.  After a few minutes he said “Don’t stop digging your nails into me,” he said.  So I did that for a little while longer, enjoying another squirt, and trying pulling his hair a bit more.

“Here get on your back again,” I said, climbing on him in reverse.  I was too wet to keep him from sliding out so he started masturbating right over my ass.  It felt so titillating, so objectifying, I almost squirted again without even being touched on my tender bits.  He’s stick it inside me to get some more all natural lube and then keep going.

I wish I could find a way to convince him how beneficial polyamory is for our sex life.  Right now I’m just trying to find him a girlfriend and maybe he’ll start to see the light.  Then again it is probably better that I keep my lovers in secret because I would get much too wild if I had permission.

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