Penetration is... How do I even begin? It's so close and so vulnerable.
It's this amazing cocktail of feelings mixed up shot of physical pleasure with an emotional chaser of love.
Does that sound really dumb?
I got pretty drunk last night. Maybe I still have alcohol in the brain.
I guess I'll just start at the beginning.
There has to be some buildup, right? You can't just penetrate a girl just like that because she'll be dry and it'll hurt.
She has to be ready if you care about her at all and if you don't, you don't deserve her.
You have to make her wet or make her mouth water or make her relaxed and comfortable so you can lube up her ass.
If she's feeling eager and wants to be a dirty tease, she might lube herself up and make you watch.
Penetration honestly begins with flirting and kissing and desire.
When a boy is built right, when he has that cute smile and that impish look in his eyes,
when he has nice clear skin and hands stronger than they look,
when he's got a cute butt and knows how to dress right so I can check it out sometimes,
he knows how to tease and banter when we have just that right chemistry between us.
I'm thinking about what he's going to feel like a long, long time before the clothes come off.
I'm thinking about feeling him through his pants as he gets hard.
I'm thinking about the look on his face when I start undressing him and he feels my breath against his naked skin.
I'm thinking about those hands on my hair or around my wrists stroking me and squeezing me and tightening when he starts to take control.
Penetration is all of that coming to a head.
So what's it actually feel like once the clothes are off?
Well it's like when it's just not enough anymore to have the head teasing between my lips or up and down the crease of my ass.
What's it like when he pulls my head down onto his cock and where he holds me tight and pushes his way in?
Well it hurts a little bit, but it hurts in a good way.
Like when I haven't seen someone I love for a long time and we hug each other just a little too hard.
It hurts like a boy sinking his teeth into my shoulder, marking me when he comes.
It hurts just for a second and then it's like my body remembers him and accepts him and there's this sweet sweet stretching feeling as he sinks into me.
It's like sinking into a hot bath, like having the hot relaxing water wash all over my body.
It's when a boy takes me, where he really takes me, takes all of me.
The boy is fucking me and I'm his and his alone.
He's the only thing that matters to me.
For that first few seconds, he's sinking into me.
All that matters is the shape of his cock and the smooth friction of his skin and the weight of his body and warmth of him being so close.
Once I catch my breath, all the other things I love about him start filling up my mind and it all comes swirling together.
I remember how lucky I am to have him. I want to share with him how good he makes me feel.
So maybe he'll feel lucky to have me too.