It’s not the smacks, pinches, or slaps that are hardest to bear, that make me cry out the most, that I instinctively pull away from. Well…not always.
Sometimes, it’s the barest touch of a fingertip. The silky stroke against my skin. The sweetest, loveliest kiss of flesh on flesh.
I burn. I need. I writhe.
My brain says, “You can’t handle this. It’s too much.” In response, my body weeps and oozes desire.
I’m stormy and turbulent. He’s…not.
He woke me up by pressing his warm body against my own. Instead of melting into him, I was on alert. He sucked my nipples. He stroked my cheek. He raised goosebumps in a trail down my skin.
I trembled. I quivered. I whimpered.
With only a hint of pressure, he rested his thumb on my clit, while his fingers sought out dark, silky crevices. I clutched his arm, burying my face against him.
I wanted. I needed. I begged.
“Come for me girl. Go ahead.”
All the while, he stroked his own cock. He watched and waited as I shuddered and melted. Knowing it wasn’t over, I watched in fascination as his hand moved up and down, so calm, so nonchalant.
Later, he would fuck me with the same deliberate movement and pace. All while I creamed and clenched, gasped and hissed, and begged him with hips that arched and a pussy that wept for more, more, more.
He’s the calm. I’m the storm.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! This week’s prompt is right up my alley, and yet it wasn’t a smacked pussy that had me flailing – for once. Hopefully I’ve turned you on, but if you need more, you know where to go…
He’s the calm. I’m the storm. 🙂 Well you can’t have one without the other – so you’re perfectly matched!
I like to think so, too. 🙂
Sounds like he knows exactly what you needed, regardless of how much you begged for more. Yum.
He usually does. Thank gawd!
Oh this sounds so familiar to me
😀 Somehow I’m not surprised at all.
Ahhh, this is relatable. The soft touches or the caresses in between are often the things that make me writhe. It’s so interesting to me! But the calm to your storm…what a lovely way to describe what you two have. ?
🙂 Thank you. The soft touches make the harder moments easier to bare and more delicious.
so hot! Nice share :))))))))))))))))
Mr. Brownstone Is Very Lucky Man! He Has You As ‘His Woman’ and Him As ‘Your Man’! You Both Make Life Work! Incredible! Your Story Is Sexual Poetry!
Awww, thanks Fred. I think we both think we’re lucky. 🙂
Oh my gosh, so hot. I understand completely the conflicting emotions of can’t taking anymore and yet wanting it all.
I feel like that’s where some of the best moments happen – in that push and pull of sensations.
This you deary?
Oh yes, it is.