0 comments/ 16267 views/ 1 favorites Short Takes By: Latina The other morning, he tested-out a new technique he read in a men's magazine: 9 slow strokes, then one fast, then 8 slow and 2 fast, then 7 slow and 3 fast, then...well, you get the idea. Anyway, when he got to where the fasts exceeded the slows (4 slow and 6 fast), I had completely lost it and I exploded, and he had barely let me calm down before he quickly followed suit. He never DID get to 1 slow and 9 fast, which would have made an even 100 strokes. If the way he got ME excited is any indication, I don't think any couple actually gets to that 100th stroke! But it sure was fun trying! --- We have access to a local pool and hot-tub. If his back is sore, I'll sit behind him on the edge of the hot-tub as he soaks away the pain, and I'll massage his bare back with my bare feet. If we're absolutely sure nobody else is or will be around, he'll spin around and appreciatively kiss my crotch through my bathing-suit. Or he'll stand behind me as I face away from him and lean against the edge of the spa, steadying myself with both hands as I lean backward into him, and he massages my shoulders and kisses the back of my neck, and I'll feel his rigid cock pressing up against my ass! MMMMMMMMM! ------- I like to 69 for a lot of reasons. Mostly, you feel so intimate and equal, giving exactly what you are receiving, both expressing your love for and enjoyment of each other. In my mind, it is THE most intimate experience a couple can share. How GOOD his tongue feels on my pussy! My orgasms from being eaten are much more intense than when we fuck. He has this trick of slowly licking side-to-side across his upper lip while pressed into my crotch. He sucks my clit up past his lips, then begins very gently nibbling, alternating between nibbles and licks and tongue-swirls, so I never know what to expect next, and it is all so pleasurable that he gets me bucking wildly into his face until I explode my ooze into his kindly, loving face. His eating me out usually last about 15 minutes. My orgasms (3-4 in rapid-fire succession) make him smile and let out a loud, appreciative "Mmmmm!" as he licks up all of my mess, and that of course sends me into yet another orgasm. He truly enjoys my taste. I can tell by his facial expression, vocal appreciation, and the way he doesn't stop until he's licked up my every last drop onto his hungry tastebuds. And through all of that, at the same time, I get to enjoy the taste of HIM just as much. Just knowing that it is my love for him and my skills that coaxed all that sweet, sticky love juice out of him in the first place, and I'm proud and happy that I could show him in this way, how much I truly love him. Proud to be so sexy and sexual at the "old" age of 50. The 69 is a treat for all my 5 senses: Taste: GOD, is he so DELICIOUS! I've acquired a real taste for the stuff, honestly! Touch: I love the feel of the rough texture below the head, then the smooth flesh of his shaft, all gliding over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I love to swallow, feel his warm, sweet, thick seed sliding so effortlessly down my throat. The feeling of him oozing down my throat. Somehow I am blessed to be able to take him all in with absolutely NO gag reflex! Sight: having that up-close view of his gorgeous hard cock so close to my face. The sight of his thick come pouring out of that beautiful cock onto my tongue. Hearing: The sound of his moans. Smell: the scent of his fresh come right below my nose. Yes, something to appeal to ALL of my senses at once (sight, sound, taste, smell, touch), until I'm just about on sensory overload. ---- Good sex is when you feel yourselves joining as one soul. When you care as much or more about the other person's pleasure as your own. When you feel a powerful feeling of love and respect for the man wash over you, along with the orgasm that washes over you. When you know each other's bodies, each other's hot spots, so well that you just KNOW when, how, and where to touch, without guidance. When you are BOTH enjoying the foreplay so much that you put off moving to the "main event" for as long as you can, and then delay it even LONGER. When afterward, all that you BOTH want to do is lie in each other's loving arms forever. When he doesn't pull out right away, and you feel him pulsing and throbbing even AFTER your mutual orgasms, the throbbing that tells you he is still excited to be with you and still deeply in love with you even after nearly 5 years of our relationship, and that is why he is taking a long time to calm down and regain his composure. When contentment washes over your soul, and you rest peacefully together, and then after you've both calmed down and regained normal breathing, you start in on a second round. When sex is the first thing you do in the morning and the last thing at night--and something you WANT to do all the time. When you can't imagine spending the rest of your life without him, and without having frequent and glorious sex with him. When you go the whole day at work feeling his come inside you, and you ache to hold him again, you can't wait to show him how much you love him and lust for him and think he is the sexiest guy in the world, and you can't wait to get back home and be in his arms again, you can't wait to feel him slowly slipping into you again. --- On the trolley last Friday evening, a youngish (maybe 25-30?) woman was sitting on the sideways seat they have near all of the doors. She was tall, a little overweight but still attractive. She wore a striped blue top that unzips down the front, and it was open to her bare navel. Underneath was a matching tube top that did nothing to hide her generous endowment (made my 38Cs look tiny). You could even see a bit of her huge areolas peeking out over the top. There were lots of empty seats on the trolley, but for some STRANGE reason, three youngish men (about her age) were seated in the sideways seat directly opposite from her, pretending to be reading, but looking up at her frequently. For her part, she had a shopping bag at her feet, and from time to time she leaned down and rummaged through it as if looking for something, giving the men a good view of her ample cleavage each time. She would look at their crotches, lick her lips, and flash them a fast smile that she probably thought nobody else saw. None of them spoke, but there was ceratinly lots of communication via eye contact and body language. I was seated close enough to observe all these goings-on. I understand the motivation of the guys, since most men are pure preverts. The woman got some ego-stroking, I'm sure, but I would be afraid to get THAT kind of attention, you don't know what one of these guys might do to her when she got off the train in the dark. Then it occurred to me, maybe the four know each other and this was a flirting game among acquaintances. Maybe they like putting-on a show for strangers on the trolley. -------- I saw ONE man's shoe on the highway, and a mile or two further on, a woman's shoe. I pictured a happy young couple in the first heady bloom of new love and lust, driving down the freeway in a sporty convertible with the top down. She watches him drive, a feeling of genuine love washes over her, and suddenly she can't resist unbuckling his belt and lying face-down into his trousers as she strips him. He excitedly kicks his left leg skyward, and one shoe goes flying out the driver's side window (he forgot to tie it). She sits up, smiling contentedly, an off-white goo trickling down her chin. Now it's his turn. He lifts her micro-miniskirt, delighted that she neglected to wear panties underneath. They pull off to the shoulder, quickly change places, and speed off down the highway again. She is driving now, so his hands and attention are free to be devoted 100% to her pleasure. His tongue circles and swirls, her hips buck upward, she arches her back and presses hard into his loving, attentive face. He raises her smooth, bare left leg straight up in the air and holds it there, her calf cupped in his palm. He parts her thighs to give himself more maneuvering room, as he kisses, licks, and nibbles, and in her excitement, her right leg presses down even harder into the gas pedal. She lets her left leg stretch out the driver's-side window, to spread her thighs even wider to his kissing lips and licking tongue. With her leg sticking ever further out the window and her thighs spreading ever wider, they tool down the highway at 70...80...90, her foot pressing harder into the pedal as she grows ever wetter. At that speed, the wind tears her left shoe right off of her pretty, delicate little foot, exposing her bright-red pedicured toenails to the rush of air streaming by, cooling off her foot as the rest of her grows ever hotter. -------- Whichever of us is less drained afterward, gets up and gets two warm, wet washcloths and two large bath towels, and then we each lovingly wash off the other's genitals (whatever our tongues haven't already cleaned-up), and we both lie on enormous towels. We could have a washcloth and towel ready ahead of time, but then the washcloth wouldn't be warm any more by the time we finish. And getting up to get a washcloth and towel for the other, and cleaning the other off, is such a loving gesture, we wouldn't want to lose that. We don't keep count, but I think we are about even, him getting me a towel or me getting him one, afterward. If I have sucked him off before the sex, he is usually too drained to get up, and I know it will be me who gets the towel. Likewise, if he thoroughly eats me out before we fuck, he generally gets up and gets me a towel while I lay naked, breathing heavily, spent and content, unable to move. ----- We have a book called 1001 Ways to Be Romantic. This book says romance isn't a single act of a moment, but a daily lifestyle choice that BOTH partners make. Caring enough about a person to do something nice for him/her without expecting anything in return, and even if the nice thing isn't even noticed at first. It doesn't have to be flowers or a romantic dinner, it can be apologizing when you were wrong, or forgiving your partner rather than staying angry. Romance can be doing the mundane chores together: house cleaning, dishes, laundry. Making soup for your partner who has a cold. Throwing your arms around him/her, happy to see he/she made it home safely from work. Buying a gift when it ISN't a birthday or holiday, just because. The nice thing about LIVING a life of romance is, even though you do this out of love, and you don't do it with the expectation of getting anything in return, it pays HUGE dividends back to you anyway, in SO many big and small ways. It is the "living happily ever after" of fairy tales, translated into daily existence. ---- Korean comedienne Margaret Cho on Comedy Central Friday night: First of all, to set the tone, she came out in tight sweater, miniskirt, and knee-high wool socks, even I thought she looked damned cute. She started talking about how she likes porno movies, especially from the 1970s (I agree) when the actors/actresses were real, not anorexic women with plastic 48-inch boobs, and overly muscular guys with painfully long schlongs (are they ALSO cosmetically enhanced?). She said she likes looking at REAL men's cocks, in pornos and real life. They are like snowflakes, no two are alike and they are all beautiful! I laughed hard at that! She spoke of how there are so many types of cocks out there, and she likes them all, except the ones that start out tiny and grow just HUGE! No, no, uh-uh, TOO much, she doesn't WANT all of that! She would ask the guy if he could put some of that back in! She compared it to ordering a sub sandwich. She never orders the foot-long sub, too much for her. She prefers the six-incher, because she can EAT that much. --- Quantity AND quality of sex in my marriage are far superior to when I was single. There is real feeling and emotion behind it, makes it MUCH better. After four years, he knows all the right moves: how, when, and where to touch me, so it is PHYSICALLY better as well as emotionally superior to the single-life, one-night stand. We are in bed together every night, so it is natural to reach out to the one you love, cuddle, caress, kiss, at night and/or early morning, and that gets us in the mood. We often fall asleep and/or wake up simply holding hands, or with his hand on my breast and his cock against my ass, or my hand cupping his balls, or whatever, and that gets us started all over again. Or we shower together, and soaping each other up all over, gets us going again. I love when he stands behind me in the shower, enfolds his arms around my waist or my breasts, and softly kisses my shoulders as his hardening rod presses into my ass. Or we wash each other's inner thighs, my hands "accidentally on purpose" wrap around his thick manliness as his fingers slip on the soap and "fall" into my juicing-up slit. There is so much love and lust between us, that it doesn't take much of a spark or much of an excuse to get the romantic and sexual juices flowing. In my experience, that kind of connection simply does NOT occur in casual, single sex without a committed relationship behind it. --- On Fantasies: Lifelong fantasy was making love in a waterfall, have done that twice but still a fantasy I'd like to repeat many more times. A fantasy I've yet to carry out but probably will some day: dressed in my miniskirt and black stockings, lean against a wall in an alley, my left leg raised, left foot flat against the wall, knee pointing out, in a classic hooker pose. Frank pretends he's a stranger, and without saying a word, he lifts my mini, sinks to his knees, and proceeds to eat me to orgasm, then rises to his feet and takes me right then and there against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, him and the wall supporting my weight as he hammers me mercilessly, repeatedly. A couple of fantasies I've thought about in a vague sort of way, but would never actually want to do: 7 men at once. One in my pussy, one in my mouth, one in my ass, one in each hand, and one under each foot. I had this fantasy more when I was single, I don't really think about it much now that I have a good man in my life. Threesome: me, Frank, and another woman. I can picture my best friend since high-school as the third person. ---- I'll collect more of these into another story. -- Latina Short Takes Short Takes "Oh, Alan! All right, yes, he was hard. Satisfied?" (A short silence) "Was he big?" "Alan, for God's sake! --- Okay! Yes, he felt pretty big but it was just against my leg. I didn't reach down and feel it." "But you wanted to, right?" "Alan! I --- Where is this going? What is it you want?" "Just tell me --- didn't you have just a little urge? Didn't you want to be bad for just a minute and reach down and take him in your hand?" "I don't believe this!" ( A longer silence) "Well? You did, didn't you?" (A short, tense silence) "(quietly) Yes." "Isn't that perfectly natural? I mean, what could it hurt?" "You wouldn't care?" "I'm not saying that I wouldn't care. I'm just saying that I think it is natural and that I would be happy for you if you enjoyed it." "And what if I went to bed with him?" "Well --- Sandy --- If you really wanted to and the opportunity presented itself --- I guess I wouldn't mind --- if it made you happy." "Well, it's not going to happen." The third conversation --- in the bedroom but not in bed. "Alan, do you mean it? You really want me to go to bed with another man?" "I just think --- I mean --- I think it would be good for you." "Good for me? How? In what way?" "Well, It would put some spice in our marriage." "Spice? My God, we do it two or three times a week. We've done it in bed, in the living room on the sofa, on the floor, on the dining room table, in the back yard at three in the morning, in the garage and three times in the car parked on side streets. I have a drawer full of lingerie and several outfits that I wear just for you. I think our sex life is spicy enough." (A heavy silence) "Alan, don't I please you? Is that it? I try --- I really do, so ---" "No, baby! No! You please me every time! I don't want anyone else. I just think it would be exciting to see you with another guy." "See me? See me with another guy? You mean you want to watch?" "Well --- no --- not necessarily. If that bothers you, you could ---- just --- you know, tell me about it." "You mean describe it in all the gory details." "Sort of." "Alan, I can't believe this. I --- I --- just don't know what to think." "Sandy, honey --- look at it this way, you like to flirt with guys and you've told me several times how sexy you think some guys are. This is nothing more than acting on your natural inclinations --- the urges that Mother Nature gave you. And I admit that it's been a fantasy of mine for a long time --- years --- ever since we got married, really. It's --- it's exciting! It would please me a lot! And really, it's just sex --- not love!" (Silence) "I don't know, Alan. It's all so --- so strange. I'll have to think about it." "That's all I ask!" "You're serious about this? You really want me to have sex with another man?" "Yes! Definitely!" "And you want to watch or have me describe what we do --- in intimate detail?" "Yes! I mean, I'd prefer to watch, but ---" "This will take some getting used to, Alan. I need to think about it. Understand I'm not promising anything. And I need time so I want you to promise me that you won't bring it up until I do, okay?" "Okay, no problem." The last conversation --- two weeks later --- after work on a Tuesday --- at the dining room table. "Sandy, I'm home." "In here." "Hi, babe." "Here, I fixed you a drink." "Thanks. Hey, where are the girls?" "At my mother's. Remember I was going to think about --- your proposal --- about including another man in our lives." "Yeah, so? Have you thought about it?" "Yes, in fact I've thought about almost nothing else for the last two weeks." "And ---? "I assume you still want me to --- to do this." "More than ever! It's been torture waiting for you to decide! --- So c'mon, babe! What's the answer? Have you got somebody in mind?" "No. The answer is no. I can't do it." "Aw, Sandy --- please!" "Alan, if I did it once you'd just want me to do it again. It would become our lifestyle and I don't want that." "I think you're being ---" "What? You think I'm being what?" "Well --- narrow minded about it. Lots of couples do things like this. What could it hurt?" "If I have to explain that --- Never mind. --- Anyway, I'm leaving." "What?" "I'm taking the girls and leaving. I'm going back to Michigan. My uncle has offered me a very good position there and I accepted. I'm sorry, Alan, I just don't want to live with you any more." "But why not?" "Because I don't want to live with your constant wheedling to 'do it' with another man and your constant disappointment when I refuse. I can't do that and raise our girls. I wouldn't be able to look them in the eye. I wouldn't want a life like that for them so why would I do it myself?" "But ---" "No! Please, Alan, I don't want to start crying. I've made up my mind. I'll miss you and what we had together --- or at least, what I thought we had together. I guess we didn't really have it, did we? I'm leaving now. I've packed everything we'll need for a while. It's all over at my mother's. I'll let you know when we are settled and you can make arrangements to visit the girls. Please take care of yourself and stay well." Short Takes Ch. 2 On fantasy: I don't masturbate much anymore, now that I have a guy who takes care of my sexual needs whenever and wherever I get horny. I do sometimes daydream-fantasize, sometimes about something we did together, sometimes just a phrase I used in writing one of my erotic stories will get me turned on. One phrase that works for me a lot, to easily turn me on, and that I've used in a couple of my stories now: "I just lay there, riding an unparalleld high, with his fresh come slowly oozing out my sore pussy and ass, and dribbling out the corners of my mouth, where I had been sucking him only moments before." I close my eyes and I picture myself with my man's warm come oozing like that out of all the places where I like him to fuck me, and this is even more effective if I can still feel his latest explosion of come still entrapped in my pussy (like when I first get to work and my pussy is still full of his warm juices from earlier that same morning). Then I get mildly horny all over again, maybe not as worked up as when we first start making love, but horny enough to be eagerly looking forward to our next lovemaking. A buzz of contentment washes over me, body and soul. This feeling, this daydreaming, usually hits me at work, so I can't and won't touch myself or masturbate, but the fantasy and the memory will give me a warm glow all over that lasts all through the day. And then I can't wait to get home and back into my sweetie's loving embrace. Some other fantasies... Picnic beside our favorite lake. Hand-feed each other under a full moon. Then skinny-dip in the lake. Swim to the far end and make love under the waterfall. Oh, wait, already did that...twice. Hmm, go back to that honeymoon suite with the mirrored ceiling and in-room, heart-shaped hot-tub. Naw, that was too cheesy, not really romantic. I got it...go back to husband's small home-town where he grew up. I've always wanted to see where he was from anyway. Go to dinner at his favorite childhood restauarant, and to a romantic movie at the theatre where he used to hang-out. Sneak into the house where he grew-up, into his old bedroom, where he fantasized about women when he was a nerdy computer-geek teenager. Make all those teen fantasies come true, IN the room where he grew up. Our adult reality becoming his favorite "childhood memory" of his home town. Mmmm, YES! THAT would be SO cool, and SSOOOO romantic! ------------ On Trust: With a new lover whom you don't know and trust, you don't really want him to directly touch your clit. If you really know and trust your lover, you can relax and let him touch your clit. With us, he had very gently French kissed me on our second date, not ramming his tongue down my throat but delicately licking my tongue in my mouth, and for the next two weeks I fantasized over and over about what that same tongue would feel like on my clit. So when we finally had sex on our fifth date, I wanted him to lick my clit, and I felt I could trust him to do it right, and I overcame any sensitivity and trust issues because I so much WANTED him to lick me. But don't START at the clit. He didn't and still doesn't. Kiss her neck, kiss and caress her breasts, kiss her tummy and hips, her underarms, her feet and legs. Let your fingers and tongue massage her inner walls and her G-spot. By that time, her clit WILL come out of hiding behind its hood, and WILL respond to gentle fingers and tongue. Yes, it will still be sensitive, but it will also WANT your touch. At least, it works that way with me and my Frank. I even like when he sucks my clit up into his mouth and VERY gently nibbles at it. Not every woman might enjoy this, I think many would be scared to let a man NIBBLE at her sensitive clit, but I LOVE it, because he knows EXACTLY how to nibble on me SO gently, to get me MAXIMUM turned-on! And I trust him that he will continue to be gentle and not hurt me. He will keep licking and gently sucking and nibbling on my clit, usually through two or three orgasms that feel like my ENTIRE body is coming. Somehow, my sensitive clit is not too sensitive even for this VERY dirrect stimulation. By my third oral-sex orgasm, however, my clit is SO sensitive that if he doesn't stop right then and fuck me immediately, I get too sore from coming four or more times in a row, to take his lovely hardness into my pussy, and that gets TOO frustrating for both of us. And yet, I am not too sore to let his cock rub against my clit on its way in and out of my pussy, maybe I'm not too sore for that because his cock applies INDIRECT pressure on my clit, not really touching it directly. Yet, I am not too sensitive for his touch, because when he swirls his thumb all over my clit while he pumps my pussy and kisses and sucks my nipples, I have the most INTENSE orgasm! He stays inside me after we both come, and after a few minutes, he is hard and throbbing deep inside me again. I will squeeze and squeeze and SQUUEZE my pussy muscles on his deeply-buried and rhythmically-throbbing cock, until we both come again, but nowhere near as forcefully as before. It is sort of an ANTI-climax. And I do not and cannot let his fingers, tongue, or cock touch my clit AT ALL during this last, milder orgasm, because by then my clit is WAY too sensitive for his touch. -------------------- On favorite positions: The best sex isn't any one position, it's moving around and trying different ones, each change building in intensity. Flat on my back with my arms and legs wrapped around him. Then roll over without losing contact, me on top and riding him--or let him slip out and I rock my pussy lips over the length of his shaft without letting him enter me (a favorite for both of us). Or we start out with him slurping between my legs and turn that into a 69. End up sleeping in each other's arms with him still inside me, or caressing each other in the shower. Or his spent but still semi-rigid cock pressed up against the crack of my ass as his palm cups my breast, and fall asleep like that (a great way to wake up, too). The whole CYCLE is great: foreplay, sex, and afterplay. We have access to a local pool and hot-tub. If his back is sore, I'll sit behind him on the edge of the hot-tub as he soaks away the pain, and I'll massage his bare back with my bare feet. If we're absolutely sure nobody else is or will be around, he'll spin around and appreciatively kiss my crotch through my bathing-suit. Or he'll stand behind me as I face away from him and lean against the edge of the spa, steadying myself with both hands as I lean backward into back of my neck, and I'll feel his rigid cock him, and he meassages my shoulders and kisses the pressing up against my ass! MMMMMMMMM! The love, passion, and feelings expresssed are MUCH more important than the position. Knowing each other's bodies, our likes and dislikes, makes it all comfortable without being boring. ----------- On Porn movies: One of the first X-rated movies I ever saw was in the early 80s, called Summer Lovers, starred Janette Littledove. Mostly cheesy, very little plot. But there's a very hot 69 scene there with Janette's real-life husband at the time, and that scene remains one of the few I enjoy to this day. You actually see HER come in his mouth, see him lick her clean, and then you see her effortlessly take his whole length into her mouth in one smooth, fluid motion, like swallowing a cock is the most natural and effortless and enjoyable thing in the whole world to her, and you can almost FEEL the love between them the way she swallows his length and girth so sweetly and eagerly. She manages to seem innocent but very sexual at the same time. That scene redeemed what was otherwise a schlocky film. I also recall one with Kelly Nichols where she was a radio DJ named Silk hosting a call-in show called Slip Into Silk, she's sits up on a countertop and gets eaten right through her panties, and at the moment of her greatest ecstasy, her leg spasms and kicks over a chair, the scene was hot. But that's the trouble with most of these videos, you sit through an hour or more of crud to get one good, hot scene. And waht passes for humor in these tapes -- on, PULEASE. They thought it was funny to have the Los Angeles radio station called W-LAY (LA for Los Angeles and LAY for, well, YOU know) and this "joke" is repeated a gazillion times. I think I liked Janette and Kelly (and Hyapatia Lee, too) because they were short, big-busted, dark-complexioned brunettes who enjoyed what they were doing. And there was actually at least an ATTEMPT to have a plot in the video. In short, I could identify with these ladies. I've been to X video stores recently and I wouldn't buy any of what's out now. It's all AWFUL, most don't even have ONE good scene in them, and the sex IS the story-line! Thankfully, our favorite sex store sells toys and outfits as well as the videos. And they do sell some of the old "classic" stuff, late 1970s and early 1980s, that have one or two worthwhile scenes. My husband and I tend to favor older porn tapes (back when they at least TRIED to have a plot and a story-line) that feature short, big-busted brunettes, with dark complexions, probably because I am a short, big-busted woman with a dark complexion: 1. Janette Littledove (the 69 scene with her real-life husband in Summer Lovers) 2. Hyapatia Lee (in just about ANY scene), especially when she had that beautiful dark-black hair down to her butt (mine's only shoulder length). Her moans somehow SEEM more convincing than most tapes, too. We kind of like the tape Appasionatta, the very beginning and end are quite romantic, the 17th-century costumes are exquisite. 99% of the sex is awful, but when Mozart so sweetly eats her out at the end, well, I think every woman would want to be in her place! I can't describe it, you have to see the tape. But even a TV show can be erotic, it doesn't HAVE to be explicit X movies. For example, on Soul Food last week, it included a sexy and romantic "morning after" scene. Shirtless young man in the kitchen, all sculpted and chiseled, obviously works out just enough to be really FINE, without grotesque body-builder muscle bulge, and without spending SO much time in the gym as not to have a life. Wearing tight jeans that hugged and accented every line. Mmmmm! He's in the kitchen cooking an omelet, when SHE walks in, wearing only his shirt. He serves her the FIRST omelet, which is SO sweet and romantic. Between that gesture and his yummy bare, sculpted chest, I don't know how she resisted walking over, loosening his belt, and unzipping him right then and there! At that point, I would have had my lips down around him in a flash. But all she can do is babble about how great a time she had--I'd be wanting a NEW great time right there in the kitchen! --------- Erotic story cliches I remember reading one story years ago that began something like "Mom and dad wanted to protect their precious virginal daughter from all those hormone-charged college boys. So when I moved out to attend college out-of-state, they sent me to live with prim and proper Aunt Sally. Little did they know the REAL education that Aunt Sally would soon enough be giving me. It also started when I was looking for a band-aid to cover a small cut, and instead I found Aunt Sally's vibrator in her nightstand drawer. Curious, I switched it on and..." Turns out Aunt Sally and her vibrator performed nightly at a local strip club, and after Sally personally "trained" her neice in every aspect of sex, Auntie brought her neice into the act with her. The story was so ridiculous and cliched that it made me laugh, but it was also very arousing. Especially when Aunt Sally hand-picked the story-teller's very first handsome, muscular stud to carefully iniate her in every aspect of enjoying sex. ------------------- Why I just LOVE to 69 I really LOVE to 69, for a lot of reasons. Mostly, you feel so intimate and equal, giving exactly what you are receiving, both expressing your love for and enjoyment of each other. In my mind, it is THE most intimate experience a couple can share. How GOOD his tongue feeels on my pussy! My orgasms from being eaten are much more intense than when we fuck. He has this trick of slowly licking side-to-side across his upper lip while pressed into my crotch. He sucks my clit up past his lips, than begins very gently nibbling, alternating between nibbles and licks and tongue-swirls, so I never know what to expect next, and it is all so pleasurable that he gets me bucking wildly into his face until I explode my ooze into his kindly, loving face. His eating me out usually last about 15 minutes. My orgasms (3-4 in rapid-fire succession) make him smile and let out a loud, appreciative "Mmmmm!" as he licks up all of my mess, and that of course sends me into yet another orgasm. He truly enjoys my taste. I can tell by his facial expression, vocal appreciation, and the way he doesn't stop until he's licked up my every last drop onto his hungry tastebuds. And through all of that, at the same time, I get to enjoy the taste of HIM just as much. Just knowing that it is my love for him and my skills that coaxed all that sweet, sticky love juice out of him in the first place, and I'm proud and happy that I could show him in this way, how much I truly love him. Proud to be so sexy and sexual at the "old" age of 50. The 69 is a treat for all my 5 senses: Taste: GOD, is he so DELICIOUS! I've acquired a real taste for the stuff, honestly! Touch: I love the feel of the rough texture below the head, then the smooth flesh of his shaft, all gliding over my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I love to swallow, feel his warm, sweet, thick seed sliding so effortlessly down my throat. The feeling of him oozing down my throat. Somehow I am blessd to be able to take him all in with absolutely NO gag reflex! Sight: having that up-close view of his gorgeous hard cock so close to my face. The sight of his thick come pouring out of that beautiful cock onto my tongue. Hearing: The sound of his moans. Smell: the scent of his fresh come right below my nose. Yes, something to appeal to ALL of my senses at once (sight, sound, taste, smell, touch), until I'm just about on sensory overload. ------------- How you know the sex is GOOD Good sex is when you feel yourselves joining as one soul. When you care as much or more about the other person's pleasure as your own. When you feel a powerful feeling of love and respect for the man wash over you, along with the orgasm that washes over you. When you know each other's bodies, each other's hot spots, so well that you just KNOW when, how, and where to touch, without guidance. When you are BOTH enjoying the foreplay so much that you put off moving to the "main event" for as long as you can, and then delay it even LONGER. When afterward, all that you BOTH want to do is lie in each other's loving arms forever. When he doesn't pull out right away, and you feel him pulsing and throbbing even AFTER your mutual orgasms, the throbbing that tells you he is still excited to be with you and still deeply in love with you even after nearly 5 years of our relationship, and that is why he is taking a long time to calm down and regain his composure. When contentment washes over your soul, and you rest peacefully together, and then after you've both calmed down and regained normal breathing, you start in on a second round. When sex is the first thing you do in the morning and the last thing at night--and something you WANT to do all the time. When you can't imagine spending the rest of your life without him, and without having frequent and glorious sex with him. When you go the whole day at work feeling his come inside you, and you ache to hold him again, you can't wait to show him how much you love him and lust for him and think he is the sexiest guy in the world, and you can't wait to get back home and be in his arms again, you can't wait to feel him slowly slipping into you again. That is good sex. I'm so lucky I don't have to settle for less than that any more, but I wish it hadn't taken me until the age of 45 to find this! ----------- On going without I was 26 before I lost my virginity, then over the next 17 years did it six times with first husband--none at all while he was dying over the last 3 years of our marriage. So that averages 6 times in 14 years--or once every 28 months. Then after his death, went two years without--after being without for 3 years before that, so longest time since losing my virginity was 5 years. Since meeting Frank over 4 years ago, longest stretch being without sex was about two weeks. He was ill for a week, then I caught the flu from him and I was ill for a week. I really can't recall any other long sexless stretch in the past 4 years. I think if I went more than a few days without sex with the man Imlove, I'd be absolutely fucking climbing the WALLS! How did I get through the time between husband #1 and 2? I had a vibrator, of course. -------- A Romantic Night This past Saturday night was SO sweet and romantic and magical. We've known about Frank's company's holiday party for about a month. Since we are both history nuts and love vintage clothing, I went to a vintage-clothing store a few weeks ago and picked out the perfect 1920s-era black party gown, with understated black sequin trim at the waist--VERY elegant! Frank and I got talking to the store owner about vintage clothing, and the next thing you know she is offering me a part-time job at the store. I've worked there for two weeks now, in addition to my regular full-time job in electronics. I'm having MUCH more fun at the store than at the wafer lab! As an employee, I get 50% off, so I complemented the gown with matching black necklace and ear-rings (they match the dres's seqins), and a cute little wrist purse. And black high-heels. I had my shoulder-length dark hair put up, and tiny white flowers at the back. On Frank's 1920s tuxedo, the pants wore out, so he found a new pair that have that vintage look. The lining of his original 1924 cut-away coat/tails was ripped, he found an alteration shop that found some very good-quality satin to replace the original lining. This was teamed with a grey wool vest, grey-and-black cravat tie, black-and-white dance shoes, and a top hat. Oh, and the gold cufflinks he inherited from his granfather. After all that prepartion, getting new clothes and fixing-up old stuff, I think we made an elegant couple. The company chartered four luxury buses to transport their 200 employees (and spouses/SOs) from their office to a 4-hour chartered yacht ride around San Francisco. Each couple was professionally photographed in front of the yacht before boarding. Everyone was dresed so elegantly, lots of women in very stylish gowns and men in nice custom-tailored suits (not the Sears off-the-rack stuff), like being among Hollywood stars on Oscar night (although, now that I think about it, these high-tech types were more stylish than a lot of what the stars wear to those awards--UGH!). We were greeted at the door with a glass of champagne or (for us non-drinkers) sparkling cider. Waiters in red jackets and bow-ties walked around with hors d'ouvres, such as shrimp, chicken kabobs, asparagus tips, etc. Dinner was a choice of chicken or beef, we had the most tender and juicy steaks, with salad and vegetables, all so delicious. Dessert bar was an assortment of rich and creamy little cakes cut into bite-sized pieces. The company's legal expert was there in a tiny red cocktail dress that barely covered the lower half of her cleavage, and covered maybe 1/4th of her thighs, with a slit on the left side that went even higher, and 6" spiked heels. She is young enough and shapely enough to carry-off that look. Her husband owns a dance studio, and the couple put on an AMAZING demonstration of salsa dancing, professional level. The cruise yacht then opened the dance floor to everyone, and Frank and I waltzed the evening away in each other's arms, then danced up a rock-and-roll storm to 50s and 60s favorites. It got too hot with all that dancing, so we went up top and admired the view and the chill wind as we cruised past San Francisco's skyline and he held me in his arms and nuzzled my neck. It was romantic holding him and being held, up on deck and out in the cold, like Rose and Jack without the iceberg. Short Takes Ch. 2 At the end of the cruise, we were each given an assortment of chocolates and other treats to take home, and we were handed the photo of us taken at the start of the cruise. On the dark midnight bus ride home, we held hands, hugged, and gently kissed from time to time. The statuesque blonde in the seat in front of us, and her boyfriend with the Marine Corps crewcut hair style, were obviously just starting to date, and they were smooching-up a storm in front of us. Since Frank is up for a major promotion, we had to be a bit more circumpsect on the bus, even though the romantic evening had made us both feel like giddy teenagers again. We got home at nearly 2 a.m., and I quietly changed into the red teddy and garters (with matching red stockings and fingerless red lace elbow-length gloves) that I had laid out earlier in the day. Frank slipped on his tiger-print G-string. The fun and romance continued from there, lots of hugs and kisses and ... well, anyway, we continued the romance well into the wee dawn hours of the morning. I need MORE romantic evenings like that one! In fact, we should ALL have evenings like that at least once a month, to recharge our batteries and make us all feel terrific about ourselves and our significant others. I don't mean a night of JUST sex (although that's great to do, too), but REAL romance, at least once a month! Life's too short for anything less. Not scheduled and planned in advance, but still frequent enough to be enjoyable. But not so frequent as to become routine. So look for opoportunities to have romantic moments, and don't let months or years go by between such moments. Recognize the romantic opportunities in the everyday, and take advantage of them. Take time out for romance AT LEAST once a month, you and your partner are WORTH it! That way it isn't so frequent as to be hum-drum, but frequent enough to avoid the empty feeling as months stretch into years and decades WITHOUT romance. For example, we spent Thanksgiving at my youngest sister's apartment. After dinner we were watching movies, and we are so used to holding hands through movies that we did it almost unconsciously. My sister noticed it and commented on it, that we still hold hands every chance we get even after 4 years of marriage. We believe romance isn't something you do to get something (like sex) from your partner, it is a way of life. She has been married only a few months less than we have, and her husband almost never holds her hand. She didn't mean it as a criticism of him, just as a recognition of how special OUR relationship is, but I think he took it that way and he seemed uncomfortable with her comment. A great romance-builder: our porch swing. Sit out watching the stars and holding hands, gently rocking on the swing. Haven't done that in a while now, maybe when the weather gets warmer again. Or I'll hijack Frank from his office for a romantic lunch and then take a leisurely stroll hand-in-hand, before we return to our respective jobs. If you are creative about it, those romantic moments don't HAVE to be QUITE so rare. --------- My Frank, on why he doesn't want me to shave "down there": I happen to LIKE the look and feel of a thick but nicely-trimmed and styled bush. I think a woman's pubic hair can be very pretty and sexy and sensuous and inviting. I like running my fingers through the long, thick growth of soft hairs, I like the feel as I kiss her there. I like the contrasting texture of the hair above and the smooth, moistening flesh opening-up to me below. Also, I don't see the hair as a distraction, but as one more thing about her to enjoy. Parting it with my fingers and tongue to get at the treat underneath is a lot of fun, and her reaction of growing excitement to my playing with her hair before moving further down, one more step on the path to slowly building-up her passion, is wonderful to experience. Of course, she keeps it well-maintained, nicely trimmed and soft to the touch, it is a joy to feel on my fingertips and against my lips. It is soft, I probably wouldn't enjoy it so much if it were brittle. A nice hairy bush can be a great goal of its own, fun to play in and linger in, as well as a step along the way to what lies slightly further south. So count me among the ranks of men who don't like their woman's pubic area shaved, for the reasons I've stated. --------- On female libido: My libido went WAY UP in my 40s due to several factors: 1. No longer need to fear pregnancy (post-menopause/ post surgery). 2. Met a man who knows how to bring out the sexual animal in me like no previous lover ever did for me. 3. Deeply in love; lust that is powered by love is SO much more intense. 4. Had the very first orgasm of my life at age 45, and since then can't get enough of those explosions. Maybe I'm making up for lost time, for all those wasted years before I knew first-hand just how great it all can be? 5. I started writing erotic stories, so my lusty experimentation can always be excused as "research" for my writings. 6. Discovered that I enjoy GIVING pleasure to the man I love, as much as I enjoy receiving it. Seeing and hearing his pleasure when I awaken him with a surprise BJ, makes ME feel good, too--every bit as good as when his tongue slurps on ME! But mine is a libido for just one man, not general horniness for any guy who comes along. OK, sure, I look at the beefcake calendars in the store and at the men in X-rated videos, I'm human, but I really have no interest in trying anyone but my husband. When it's been a while, I really lust for him. When we make love first thing in the morning, then I'm replaying it in my mind all day and getting horny all over again, hornier by the minute, and I'll usually go for round 2 (or 3 or 4) that night. I don't know how unusual a sexually-obsessed woman is. I suspect that if a woman's mind isn't warped by a puritanical upbringing that says she's not supposed to enjoy sex, her natural instinct is too be at least as much a horn-dog as men are. I just don't think the women on Literotica are as unusual as Sparky thinks--40 or 50 years ago, that might have been true, but I think women are generally much more sexual now than in past generations. Greater economic and political freedom in general, Roe vs. Wade, and the pill, ALL played a large part in letting women be freer and more sexual. ---------- The romance of a riany day Friday was a rainy day. I get home from work earlier than my husband does. Windy and rainy, and the next block down was flooded. I usually change into something casual and go pick him up from his office. But Friday I started thinking about rainy nights when we have cuddled and fucked. I started getting horny. I changed into my favorite "fuck me" outfit, my low-cut blue blouse and black micro-miniskirt: When he got into the car, his eyes bugged out. I let my skirt ride up so he could see my purple garters. I let my fingers rest on my stockinged thighs. He interlaced his fingers with mine, and together we began to tease me while I drove. When we got home, he slowly unbuttoned my blouse to reveal my lacy black bra, then he unzipped the back of my skirt, and I laid down in an ocean of pillows that I had arranged ahead of time. After properly licking and sucking my nipples to hardness, he fingered me and then ate me, right through my shimmering black satin panties. He slid my panties down my legs, crawled up under my miniskirt, and resumed his licks and nibbles "down there" until I shook and I flowed. Without removing my skirt or my unbuttoned blouse, he stripped, and we made love, slowly, beautifully, for what seemed like hours. After resting in each other's arms for maybe 30 minutes, we showered together, and then he cooked a very tasty dinner for us. After we dined, we watched an old movie on TV, and we let the patter of rain on the roof lull us to sleep, naked in each other's arms. -------------- On anticiaption: Monday and Tuesday I wasn't feeling good. Wednesday morning I felt MUCH better and after two days without any physical or sexual contact, we agreed to an assignation for Wednesday night. No, not an assassination, an assig -- oh, never MIND, we agreed to fuck each other's brains out Wednesday night, OK? We both had a full day to anticiapte and plan for it. I laid-out my favorite purple baby-doll which has cut-outs for my nipples, and crotchless panties, with white ribbons above my nipples and crotch, and the outfit includes the sheerest white baby-doll jacket over everything. I planned to change into it just before bed time. He bought me a bouquet of purple and yellow flowers, and whisked me off to a very nice dinner at a fancy Chinese restaurant (white linen tablecloths, and reservations required). All through dinner we held hands and made googly eyes at each other. At home, he changed into a tiger-print G-string and I put on the aforementioned purple baby-doll. After twelve hours of anticipation, the result was EXPLOSIVE, literally and figuratively. ------------ Guys don't like sex...they just like the IDEA of having sex: Silicon Valley, where I live, may be full of rich engineers, but they are BORING! Local paper just announced readers' opinions of best of everything. For best thing to do on a weekend, sex came in SECOND, just ahead of sleping and just after going to the beach. Maybe they combine all 3? Isn't Sex on the Beach a drink, as in a conversation I once overheard in an elevator: secretary to coworker: I saw you guys at the bar last night. Did you and your boyfriend try Sex on the Beach? coworker: No, but we shared a Screaming Orgasm. (Two straws? Did they spit or swallow afterward?) (And did you hear about the woman who sued TWO men for child support because she wasn't sure which was the real father? It was a paternity suit with two pairs of pants-- drumstick rimshot, please). Anyway, even worse, sex came in THIRD for best adrenaline rush (after skydiving)! DAMN but engineers are BORING! I'll take my sweet lovey-dovey hunny-bunny Frank's endless lust for me, rather than that, any day! But I lucked out, and I know it. Hubby shares his X tapes with me, AND likes to experiment. We often go to local sex shop together, that's where I got the edible underwear that dissolved when I went down on him and left an orange stain on my face that was still there when I attended a friend's party the next day (see my story Latina Goes Shopping). I'll NEVER buy those again! He goes to a woman-owned lingerie store, with or without me, and buys me the most wonderful outfits. He loves to let me ride him and take charge. We've done it in every room of our house, in a waterfall in a secluded lake (fulfilling my lifelong fantasy), in the woods, in the freight-elevator lobby of a mall (between the potted palm trees). God, now I'm feeling so deliciously NAUGHTY! So cheer up, these men are OUT there. I found and married him through a dating service, you get to read a profile of the person and see his video, then we talked on the phone for 6 weeks before meeting in person. Dating sevices are NOT for the desperate. You can weed out those who don't fit what you're looking for, and the guy never even knows you found and rejected him. Good dating services cost a LOT, so if a guy shells out the money, he's not desperate, he's SERIOUS about findng a good committed relationship. A LOT better than looking in a bar or whatever! And at least in my case, the guy I found is loving, caring, and KNOWS what to do! -- END OF MY RANDOM THOUGHTS COLLECTION