First Kiss

I was driving down the road the other night at sunset and saw the most brilliant sky. It looked like a painter had taken a brush and thrown shades of pink, purple and orange into the clouds. I looked at that sunset and for the briefest of moments felt like I had caught a glimpse of Heaven painted in the sky for me to admire and view.

It reminded me of a kiss. The first kind. The kind that is filled with promise, imbibed with magic.

When you kiss someone for the first time and there is chemistry, you can feel it in your toes. The world stops for the briefest of moments and the Universe opens wide. You feel electric and completely alive.

The touch of lips together, the inviting seeking of a tongue, when it’s with the right person, it’s an experience like no other.

Chemistry has the same effect on the brain that you get trying a drug. You feel a rush of dopamine and your neurons come alive. Your body responds on a thousand different levels all at once.

A kiss is also a promise. It’s a promise of what is yet to come. When a man grabs your face, looks deep into your eyes and kisses you, you are being told all you need to know without ever hearing a word.

As I drove looking at the sunset, I saw the beautiful scene before me as my eye wandered to the kiss, that first one. A smile made it’s way onto my face as I put my music up and sang along. There is nothing in the world like a first kiss. When you are with the right person, the best part of all is that every time is like the first time and that’s something, like the sunset, that is beautiful to behold.

Practice Makes Perfect

Last night I had a full body orgasm. It was the most intense, crazy, amazing experience I’ve ever had. It started innocently enough. We were kissing on the sofa and one thing led to another and we ended up having sex on the couch. My legs wrapped tightly on his waist as I was facing him on his lap. I rode him hard and we both had to stop and catch our breath.

We needed a few minutes to recover before we went on to round 2 in the bedroom. We began with vaginal sex which is always amazing with him. Our chemistry is insane and when we get into it, there are times when it’s almost animalistic in nature. We get so into it that we are banging into one another, bodies slapping, hands slapping, kissing so deeply we are almost one. Our limbs entangle and we end up a single unit focused only on the pleasure and sensations we are bringing out in one another.

We decided to switch things up and have anal sex which we both enjoy immensely. We have always used a numbing gel, trying to be sensitive to the fact that I am very tiny and he is well, not. Last night though we forewent the gel and used a warming lube instead. OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! It was so intense that it is hard to describe. I felt everything, every nerve ending in me suddenly came alive.

Before I knew it I was arching my back to let him deeper inside me. 8+ inches of rock hard cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside my ass. I swear it was like nothing I’ve felt before. We began to move and our movements got faster, harder, deeper. I couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get enough. His hands were on my breasts, in my hair, his lips all over my neck and ears.

On and on we moved in unison, the waves of pleasure running from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I felt my orgasm building. It was slow at first but then it started to grow and I knew I was gonna lose it. Wave after wave of this immense pleasure took over and my pussy and ass began to spasm at once. He could feel it as I came, the spasms tightening around his cock like a vice. He ended up losing it soon after, cumming deep inside of me.

We sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes, chest heaving from exertion and sweat covering the both of us. I don’t know if it was an isolated one-of-a-kind type of incident or not but damn. It’s 24 hours later and I am still smiling at the thought.

I’m 40 years old and just had an experience that is unlike anything I’ve ever had and I’m not a shrinking violet when it comes to sex. I’m looking forward to our next encounter. After all practice makes perfect right? As a textbook, classic Type A personality, I have a feeling there is a lot of “practice” in my immediate future.