The sleeping Pill (aka the G-Spot)
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The sleeping Pill (aka the G-Spot)If you have been one of the few who have read my story “My Greatest Love”, well this is “post Stevie”. After enduring the heartbreak of not being able to be with my true love, I moved here to NH and met a woman at work I’ll call Emily. She was the polar opposite of Stevie: more full figured, less religious, raucous rather then demure, not as bright but funny as hell, and so on. She and I were both coming out of failing relationships, so it was a double rebound situation. The sex was pretty hot, two people reveling in that intense feeling of intertwining bodies; the touching, the longing, the passion. So, we moved in together, and made a go of it. It wasn’t always easy (and I may elaborate on that another time), but you don’t want to hear that, do you, horny Xhamsters? No, you want something more base, more sexual, so here goes.Emily muğla rus escort was full-figured (I’ll let your tawdry imagination determine what that means). She was DD/E cup, with one of my favorite attributes: long, thick nipples. I could spend hours on those amazing mams,,,squeezing them, sucking them, fucking them. And she was proud of those beauties, and relished in the attention I lavished on them. It led into some pretty intense sex. Some wild, hair pulling doggy style, some of the best cock worship I’ve ever experienced, and some nasty tit fucking followed by a happy mess all over her. But there was something I wanted to try…I’d read about it, watched it on a few pornos, was consumed in a need to experience it…the G-Spot orgasm.One night, after one of my prolonged nipple worship sessions, Emily was super wet muğla sarışın escort and dying for a big finish. I slowly inserted one, then two, then three fingers in her. God, she was sopping wet! I went back to two, and reach up to the front of her dank interior. I found the little nubbin that I’d read about, and began to work it. She moaned and thrust her hips, and I kept up the internal massage. Suddenly, she lurched, arched her back and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. And me, never satisfied, started in again; rubbing up and down that interior wall, her hips thrusting, my tongue darting at her tiny, sensitive clit. Then she just lost it…it was like a seizure had gripped her, just waves and waves of orgasms. She was so spent, she gave me a muğla seksi escort ton of kisses all over my face, neck and shoulders, then passed out. I was so pleased that I could give her so much pleasure, however she never squirted (and I thought that was supposed to be the big finish to teasing the G-Spot). Regardless, it became a sexual staple of our relationship. When she came home from work, too exhausted to cook or have some hot sex, I would make her a meal, take her up to bed and ask her “Would you like a ‘sleeping pill’?” She would softly moan a tired “Yes”, and I would gently slide my fingers in and work the magic. Within two minutes she was coming, then off to sleep.So, I know some of you are waiting for the “pay-back blowjob” story, or the “I’ll let you fuck my ass” payback story. Ain’t gunna happen, this time. She did some amazing stuff along the way, but that’s not what this story is about. Its how I derived so much pleasure from pleasuring someone else. My biggest ego boost is not when someone rocks my world, but WHEN I ROCK THEIR WORLD. Get off the ‘get-your-rocks-off’ train and hop aboard the ‘get-her-rocks-off train’. It creates a devotion from your woman that will make you a very happy man.
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