good old fashioned 69

Saturday, October 11, 2008

In the 14 days or so that I haven't had access to his cock, we would exchange various fantasy scenarios on how we'd fuck the shit out of each other. All that cooped up sexual energy resulted into us completely abandoning our agenda which included putting on a 20 minute tease with me being tied up and not getting fucked until he decided to. Again, relinquishing control of my orgasms.

When he walked into my bedroom, I don't think I even said anything to him... I acted on pure lust-driven instinct and ignored notes from our dirty conversations. I just grabbed him and kissed him. I wanted him so bad to fuck away the subpar cock I've had to resort to fucking while he was gone. I traded his lips and his tongue for his cock and schizophrenically traded it back for his lips and then back to his cock again before he gestured to throw me on the bed where I spread myself for him and felt his cock penetrate deep inside me. What a relief.

I tend to get torn between answering to my cocksucking urges and answering to my cock-starved cunt. Some sort of oral fixation and a g-spot that pulsates at the sight of cock. Which is probably why I think group sex is so awesome.

A few weeks ago, he mentioned that we have never done 69. Sure, there have been some acrobatically challenging instances where his mouth was on my clit and I was reaching for his cock, but not full-on 69. Then I realized that I've never 69ed with anyone other than #5. You can double check my notes but I know I'm an infrequent face-rider. And as I edit my charts and graphs of my male history, I'm starting to notice that they really are like snowflakes. Touché.

When guys straddle my face, I know I'm thinking "mmm, I love it when balls are in my face!" and I very effectively communicate that to dudes whose balls I'd really love to be in my face. So when verbally asked to face-sit, it's surely my pleasure.

I slid over his body and "backed that ass up," arching my back and tried to envision it from his perspective. My cunt glistening over his face, all pink from getting rammed and begging for a soft warm tongue to glide over every delicate spot. His lips pursed then opened up to introduce a slight slurp. I heard some suckling sounds and it triggered me to push back at him, reading to take in however many fingers, however deep. I was his to devour.

Part of 69ing is synchronization. It takes concentration to work an eager tongue and wiggling fingers while getting into the groove of sucking cock. And you know how I know my pussy is grade A... I've never felt a cock quite as throbbing hard as when his cock was in my hands, growing before my eyes while he slurped and fingered my cunt. I'd launch my body, with an extremely short torso, down to engulf his cock into my throat with as much bravado as possible until I choked. And when I choke, I know my pussy tightens up and I hope he felt it too.

69 is such a mental tease for me because I have everything but I still cannot come from it. So then there's the translating that into the next feasible position: some form of cowgirl. After a few bounces and grinds, I tend to collapse from the head rush and good thing he knows not to pull out his cock and just pin my body down to fuck the shit out of me.