The Dating Service For about the thousandth time, I pulled one of those red 3-ring binders down off the shelf, sat at a table, and opened it. After two years as a member of this dating service, it was hard to get excited any more, as I flipped one plastic-covered page after another. Each page telling me about a single woman, in her own words. "I just love to sit home and watch sports on TV," one woman had written." God, I had read that about a million times before. These women all write that, thinking this is what men like to hear. After all, don't ALL guys love yelling at the TV screen as they cheer on their favorite football, baseball, or basketball team? No, they don't. I like reading books. Taking walks in the woods. Going to the movies. Listening to music. And I pretty much hate sports. No, this woman's blatant and probably phony attempt to be "just one of the guys" didn't interest me at all. Turn the page. "I love adventure," the next woman had written in the binder. "Wouldn't you love to jump out of an airplane with me?" No, I wouldn't. Next! "I am a former Playboy bunny," the next one had written. What kind of men was she trying to attract with a statement like that? Obviously not the life partner that this dating service was supposed to help you find. Next! I looked up from the book. This was getting tiresome. I started to look around at the other guys, at nearby tables. You can always spot the guys who are new at this. They look at the photos on the backsides of each page first, looking for someone very pretty. Only afterward do they read what the women have written. And often they don't read the written profile at all. I had done that at first, too. Picked a woman to ask out on a date, on the basis of just her looks. There had been that woman with the looks of a model. She spent our whole date talking about her makeup, how she had shopped around all over town until she had found and bought the perfect shoes and ear-rings to match her dress. Did I prefer her hair up or let down? Would I consider wearing a toupee to hide my receding hair-line, because it embarasses her. Every time I tried to steer the conversation to current events, current movies, favorite books, favorite songs, her family and mine, our childhoods, she always brought the conversation back around to her beautiful looks. I just wanted to get up from the restaurant table and run away, screaming. Then there was the woman I took to a very elegant Italian restaurant. She started talking about how she hates to dine out. She'd much rather stay home in her ratty old house coat (her words) and comfy slippers, with her hair up in curlers, pop up a TV dinner in the microwave, sit on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table, and watch an old movie on TV. Now THERE'S an image of the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with! NEXT! So now I always read the written profile first. Sometimes, you could tell as much about a woman by what she DIDN'T tell you about herself in her written profile, as by what she DID say. If she sounded interesting, then I'd check out her picture. If she didn't look COMPLETELY repulsive, I would have the dating service contact her. Then it was up to her whether to accept my offer of a date. Maybe one in 20 that passed all of MY tests, said yes back to me. It was often discouraging, and there were times I was tempted to just let my membership lapse, not renew it. Lately, I was starting to feel that way a lot again. But then my counselor at the dating service told me it had taken her nearly four years to find HER perfect guy. So I had let her talk me into renewing for one MORE year. And now here I was, once more reading these plastic-covered written self-descriptions of various single women. "All I want is sex," the next profile said. Like the lady who claimed to love sports, I could sense that she had written this only because she thought that's what men want to hear. She was dishonest, and that's no way to start a relationship that you want to have lead to marriage. NEXT! "Hmm, this woman writes well and has interesting things to say. Oh wait, look at her birth year. She's 25 years older than me!" I shudder. I do NOT want to marry my mother! Turn the page! "I love sky-diving." Next! "I love sports on TV." Next! "I want a man with a sense of humor. But then, don't we all." So you're saying you're exactly like everyone else? Tell me what makes you, well, uniquely YOU. Why I would want to date, maybe even marry you, over all those other women who also enjoy a sense of humor. But she never DID say what's unique about her. NEXT! "I am learning how to cook without burning it!" Now THAT's funny. I want to read more. "Playing board games brings people closer together. You can learn a LOT about a person by how they play Scrabble or Monopoly. How aggressive or friendly they are. How competive. And how smart they are, or just strategically clever." Now, that's different. And inciteful. I read on. "I recently attended a women's career seminar. It helped me realize a lot about what I want and don't want in a job. And in a man, too!" This woman has some interesting things to say. "My family will tell you that I am very warm and open. And fiercely loyal to those who earn my trust." Loyalty and trust. Isn't that EXACTLY what I want in the woman I'm going to marry? "I've been taking ball-room dancing lessons recently." I'll be damned: so have I! "I like rock music, but I prefer jazz and classical." So do I! I just HAVE to ask this woman out. But if she says no, I'll be CRUSHED! I closed the binder, and handed this woman's name and membership number to my dating-service counselor. The next week was the longest week of my life. But then a letter came in the mail. It said simply "call me" and a phone number. Simple and direct. I like that. So I called. "I couldn't believe you asked me out," she began. "I've read YOUR profile about a hundred times. I've always found it fascinating. You seem to be SO much like me. My kindred soul. But I was afraid to contact you. Every time I've made the first move, and asked a guy out, it has NEVER worked out. So all I could do was wait and hope that you would one day read MY profile, and you would ask ME out. And now you HAVE!" She sounded so happy. "So does that mean you'll go OUT with me?" She replied with the most enthusiastic yes I've ever heard in my life. We spent about three hours on the phone that night, talking about absolutely everything. What more was there to talk about? But the next night, she called me, and we talked for another 3 or 4 hours. In fact, we talked all night every night, for about three weeks, before we were able to set up a time and place to finally meet in person. I went back to the dating service. I realized I had never even bothered to look at her photo. I had better know what she looks like, so I'll recognize her when we meet up. The dating service let me xerox her photo. She had dark wavy hair that swirled down to her shoulders. And a beautiful, warm, friendly smile. But she never showed up! I showed her photo around, but nobody had seen her. She called me that night, though, apologizing profusely. She had gotten lost, and by the time she finally found the place, I had left. The next morning, she called me again, and invited me to go swimming with her, at the local community swimming pool. There was a park in front of the pool, and she would be sitting under the big tree in the park. When I arrived, I was amazed to find this woman sitting on the grass, in a tight purple t-shirt, and khaki shorts, her back leaning against the tree trunk, her dark, smooth, shapely legs stretched out in front of her. She looked MUCH better in person, than in her photo. She led me over to a nearby table, and we shared a delicious picnic lunch that she had made herself, as we talked like we had on the phone. For hours. About everything. She apologized that we never did get around to swimming. Then we both drove to our respective homes. The next morning, we had our second date. I picked her up at her house, and drove her to the beach. She looked great in her one-piece swimsuit. And I caught her several times admiring me in my own swim trunks. We had a great time just lying on the beach and watching the waves, holding hands, talking and laughing. Then we window-shopped in all the quaint little clothing and novelty shops along the beach, holding hands and gazing soulfully into each other's eyes. My car broke down on the way home from the beach, and we had to have it towed home. She sat in my lap in the small, cramped cab of the towtruck. I didn't mind! We kissed when we parted, and I surprised myself by stating, "I love you." She surprised me even more with her reply of "I love you, too." The next Friday night, we went to a concert, dinner at a very classy Chinese restaurant (the kind that Asians actually patronize, for a real taste of home), and a movie. I told her I was having such a great time with her, that I had already asked the dating service to put my membership on hold. She said that was a great idea, and she would do the same. That Saturday night, we went out dancing. After about two hours, she complained about sore feet. "Take me home?" she smiled. I started to drive toward her place when she added, "to YOUR home." We sat on my couch, and talked some more. "I'm in the mood to listen to some jazz," she smiled. I turned on the stereo and tuned to the local jazz station. A sax solo was playing. She tucked her feet under her and snuggled against me on the couch, resting her head against my chest. I rubbed her tired, sore feet for her. "Mmm, this is nice," she purred. Her fingers reached up and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. "Yes, it is," I agreed. She placed her hand over mine, guided it to her blouse, and together we unbuttoned her top button. She then unbuttoned the next button of my shirt, and slid her hand through my open shirt, to gently rub my chest. I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, while unbuttoning the second button of her blouse. She let out a soft "Mmmm!" She unbuttoned another button of my shirt, and kissed my chest. I unbuttoned another button of her blouse, kissed the front of her neck, and trailed my kisses down into her beautiful cleavage, between the soft lacy cups of her black bra. She finished unbuttoning my shirt, tugged my shirt tails out of my pants, and let it drape open around my bare chest. I unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, pulled it out of the top of her short skirt, and it fell open, curving gracefully around her lacy black bra. We took turns kissing each other's chest. I put my arms around her and kissed her. She parted her lips just enough to slip her tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. I slipped my fingers around to the clasp at the back of her bra, and unhooked it. She removed her bra and tossed it on the carpeted floor of the living room. She had the biggest, reddest nipples, surrounded by the widest, brownest areolas I had ever seen. I took several moments to just admire, to just drink in, their spectacular beauty, before leaning in and kissing her beautiful breasts all over, and then sucking and nibbling on her nipples. "Yes," she whispered, so tentatively, so hesitantly, that it almost sounded like "no." She leaned back away from my hungry mouth, her nipples all nice and big and hard. She smiled, and she tugged my belt open. I smiled back, and pushed her short skirt up, resting my hand over her pretty little black-lace panties, letting my fingers gently rub the lace against the moist center of her femininity. "Yes," she whispered, only a little less softly, and a little less hesitantly than the first time. She grinned up at me, and she slowly unzipped my pants. I pushed her panties to one side, and let my thumb swirl slow circles around her clit. "Yes," she was not at all hesitant this time. I raised my ass off the couch as she eagerly tugged my pants down my legs. She reached inside my boxers, and encircled her hand around my cock. I raised my ass off the couch again, and with a big happy smile on her face, she tugged my boxers down off of me. I reached around to her left side, and unzipped the side zipper of her miniskirt. With one swift tug, I pulled her skirt off of her. She raised her ass off the couch now, and I skimmed her panties off of her. I then slid a finger into her hot, wet pussy, as she slowly pumped my cock in her fist. "YES!" she shouted, confidently, positively now. We started kissing each other's chest again, and then slolwy moved our kisses down each other's torso. I kissed her bare feet, and kissed my way up her right leg. I then kissed my way up her left leg, kissing her inner thigh, then kissing her pussy lips. Her breathing became more labored and rapid, and she began to moan softly. "Yes! Yes! Oh, YES!" My kisses moved to her clit, and soon my tongue joined my lips there. YES! Her moans grew louder and more frequent. Yes, yes, YES! I sucked on her clit, and gently nibbled on it. I slid my tongue inside of her, and playfully lapped at her G-spot. "YES!" she cried, and "YES!" again. Then, shaking from head to toe, she thoroughly soaked my face, and I licked up every tasty drop. With a wickedly seductive grin, she pushed me back on the couch, kissed her way down my chest, around my waist and hips, across my inner thighs, and onto my balls. She then kissed and licked her way up my shaft, swirled her tongue all around my cock-head, and gently sucked just the head into her mouth. My cock got VERY hard now, and was throbbing about a million times a second. I rubbed my finger across her G-spot, feeling how incredibly moist she was inside now. "Take me to bed?" she whispered, half ordering me, half asking me. We held hands and walked to my bedroom, she guiding my steps as much as I was guiding hers. This was what we BOTH wanted, what we both NEEDED now, as we collapsed naked onto my bed, our arms and legs wrapped tightly around each other. "YES!" we both groaned now, as we melted into each other, becoming one being, joined in love...and lust. "YES!" Part 2 ------ "I've just been to the doctor, and I have some bad news," her phone call to me began. "Oh no! After finally finding my one true love of my life, this can't be happening," I thought, as I imagined all sorts of horrible and fatal diseases. "The tumor is very tiny, and it's benign. But just to be on the safe side, they want to operate, and remove it. The doctor says it's no big deal, there's no cancer, and he's done this kind of surgery hundreds of times. But I don't think I can get through it without the man I love at my side." "Of course I'll be there," I reassured her. "The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning," she told me. "I'll take the day off work." I drove to her house that morning. Her sister was already there, and I drove the three of us to the hospital. They let us both be in the room with her as they put her in a hospital gown and got her ready for surgery. But once they wheeled my love into surgery, her sister and I had to wait in the waiting room. They told us we could see her after the surgery, but an hour turned into two, and then three, and we started to worry. Finally, they told us she was very tired, and she had to rest for a couple of hours, before we could see her again. Finally, 6 hours after we had last seen her, they let her sister and me go into her room to visit her. She was tired and sore, but overall in good spirits. Lying flat on her back, she invited her sister to bend down and hug her. And then her face lit up when she saw me. I leaned down to hug her, and she clutched the sides of my head in both of her hands, and gives me a big, sweet kiss, full of as much passion as she could manage in her weak and sore condition. "The doctor said you could stay the night in my room," she forced a smile through her post-surgery pain. "That is, if you WANT to." "Wild horses couldn't drag me away," I smiled. "Well, that's my cue to leave you two love-birds alone," her sister smiled. "Besides, visiting hours are over now." "This room is too damned HOT," she complained, removing her backless hospital gown. She then showed me her surgical scar. "It will heal," I reassured her. "It hurts," she groaned. "You'll feel better after a good night's sleep," I tried to cheer her flagging spirits. "What would make me feel better right now," she forced another smile, "would be if you let me see you in all your handsome nakedness." "Anything you want, baby," I started to strip for her. "Take it ALL off!" she whispered hoarsely. "I'm too sore from surgery to make love, honey," she groaned. "But would you spend the night in bed with me, and just hold me close all night? I don't think I can get through tonight without you." I pulled back the sheet of her hospital bed, climbed in naked beside her beautiful naked body, and held her in my arms. It was the most wonderful, romantic, and tender night I think I've ever experienced. In the morning, I helped her pack, and drove her back to her house. Her sister was already there, and had cooked up a feast. "You need to eat, to regain your strength," her sister said. "Thank you," she said. "After that surgery, I'm famished! And nobody can survive on that slop the hospital serves!" We all sat down to eat. "Thank you," she smiled weakly at me. "But I didn't cook this." "No. I mean, thank you for last night. For driving me to the hospital. For waiting all day to see me. For holding me. No previous boyfriend ever did that much for me." "It's because I love you." She ran her foot up under the table, resting her foot against my crotch, and slowly wiggling her toes. "Mmmm, that feels NICE!" I moaned. "WHAT feels nice?" her sister asked. "Just never you MIND, sis," she half-smiled, half-grimaced through her post-surgery pain. "I'm just showing my man how much I love him." "So," her sister laughed, "when are you two love-birds going to move in together!" "That's a WONDERFUL idea!" I grinned. "How about it? I can move in here, and help nurse you back to health." "I'd rather move into your house. It's closer to my job...and to shopping!" she laughed. Her sister and I spent the whole afternoon packing for her, and the next morning, she moved in with me. The first few nights, we just lay in bed, naked in each other's arms all night, like we had done in the hospital bed. She was still too weak, and too sore, to do anything more than hold each other all night. About a week after she moved in with me, she had regained most of her strength, and was no longer in pain. One night as we held each other naked, she got the most wicked and determined look in her eyes. She rested her flat, open palm on my cock, and purred softly, contentedly. I kissed her surgery scar, and she giggled. "It tickles." "I'd like to tickle something ELSE!" I laughed. "Mmmm! I'd LIKE that!" she cooed. I slid down along the mattress, until my face was between her thighs. She opened her thighs as wide apart as she could, and held the back of my head, as I took my first slow, tentative licks around the edges of her pussy lips. Her lips slowly started to open, and I got my first taste of her gathering moisture. She began to squirm just a little, and she let out an excited but contented sigh of pure pleasure. I kissed my way up her oval slit, from bottom to top, and her juicy lips opened up even wider from all of my very friendly attention. My swirling tongue circled the entire circumference of her pussy lips once, twice, three times, then slowly slipped inside of her. I took a long, slow, lapping lick at her clit, and then slipped my tongue in further, exploring first her dampening inner walls, and then her moist, soft, spongy G-spot. "Mmmm!" she purred. I let my tongue concentrate on lapping upward on her clit, and then side to side, and finally in clockwise circles. As my licks grew more and more eager, and became more rapid and frequent, I slid first one, and then two fingers deep inside of her. She thrust her belly high up off the mattress at me, slowly twisting her hips from side to side like a belly dancer. I slid my hands under her, cupping and massaging her soft, smooth, curvy ass cheeks, and slowly running my fingertips along the tight, wonderful creases, where her ass cheeks join her dark, shapely legs. All the way, I never missed a beat in my slow, tender, loving licks on her hard, throbbing clit. She leaned her mouth tight up against my ear, and moaned VERY loudly. I sucked her clit up past my lips, and let my teeth tenderly nibble at her throbbing little love button. It got very hard, and I began to lick at it very eagerly, very hungrily. I then took another nibble at her clit, just a little bit harder this time. At the same time, my fingertips massaged hard against her G-spot and her inner walls. She twisted, and she moaned. She thrust her pussy even higher up into my face. "Don't hold ANYTHING back!" I moanned, as I eagelry slurped at both her hard little clit and her soft G-spot now. Then she screamed right in my ear, the sexiest, most seductive, most satisfied scream I had ever heard in my life, and she thoroughly soaked my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers with her powerful orgasmic release. She collapsed flat on her back, purring contentedly and breathing so heavily. Come continued to ooze out of her for what seemed like about five full minutes, and my tongue slowly, lazily lapped up every tasty drop, loving every minute of it. When she finally regained normal breathing, she once more got that wickedly lustful gleam in her eye. "Lie back, baby," she pushed me flat on my back. She leaned down over me, and kissed my balls. "Thank you for staying that night with me in the hospital, darling." She then licked at my balls. "Thank you for falling in love with me." She sucked first one ball, then the other into her mouth. "Thank you for letting me love you, too!" She took a long, slow lick up my throbbing shaft. "Thank you for being my one and only true love." She kissed and then lovingly licked the very tip of my cock-head. "And most of all, thank you, baby, for ALWAYS making me come so powerfully like that!" With that, she sucked my cock past her lips, over the roof of her mouth, and then down into her throat. With her mouth stuffed so completely full of me now, she could no longer talk. But her hollowewd cheeks, softly-caressing lips, swirling tongue, and smooth throat did all the talking I wanted or needed to hear right now, as I moaned and pulsed and throbbed and thrusted my way down into her throat now. "I guess you're all better now, huh?" I moaned. My remark made her laugh, and her laughing mouth felt wonderful, vibrating against my cock. I stiffened and throbbed in her mouth even more now, and she sucked me even more eagerly. I swear if she could have, she would have sucked down my balls, along with my cock-head and shaft now. "I can't hold BACK any longer!" I groaned. She clutched and squeezed my ass cheeks, and pushed me even further down her throat. "Feed me ALL of your come!" she moaned. I felt like my cock was going to shatter like glass, as I exploded my come powerfully down the back of her throat. She gulped and gulped and gulped, ever-so-lovingly swallowing down my spunk, as rapidly and as eagerly and as lovingly as I was feeding it to her mouth now. "My god, how I do LOVE you, baby!" I groaned, shaking from head to toe, as I continued to dribble my love juices into her mouth, and her gentle, loving, lusting tongue continued to lap at me in her mouth. She reached down and scoped some of her still-seeping juice out of her pussy, feeding it to my mouth with her finger. "Mmmm! I love YOU, baby," she cooed softly, holding me sweetly, tenderly, until at last she let my cock slip out of her mouth, causing a narrow stream of my come to slowly dribble out the edge of her mouth, and down her chin. "Mmmm!" she moaned. "My pussy is SO hungry for you now. SO very hungry." She wrapped her fist around my shaft, and gave it a few slow, gentle, loving strokes, until it was once more fully hard and throbbing. She then guided my hard-on to the very edge of her still-wide-open, still very wet and juicy pussy. My hand replaced hers around my cock, as I slowly, gently fed inch after loving, throbbing inch down into her. She squeezed my cock tight, and drew it deeper and ever deeper into her with her contracting pussy muscles. When I was all the way in, my balls up against her tight pussy lips, I began a very slow in-and-out thrusting. On each slow downstroke, I would pause at about the last inch, and then drive that final inch in very hard and fast. Then slowly withdraw again. Every time I drove that last inch in hard and fast, she would shake from head to toe, and moan directly in my ear. I scooted up a little now, so my cock-head and shaft would rub tightly up against her clit and her G-spot on each and every stroke. She rested her bare feet up on my ass, rubbing her feet all over my bare cheeks, and then using her feet to push me down into her deeper and harder. I got her not-so-subtle hint now, and I began driving into her very deep, very hard, and very fast. She was trembling all over, and moaning louder and louder. "I'm gonna COME, baby!" she shouted. "So am I!" I screamed. Her pussy muscles contracted very tight around me, and I felt a flood of her juices thoroughly coat my cock, lubricating my powerful strokes, making me slip and slide all over her interior. "Feed me your love juices!" she cried out. "I'm very, VERY hungry for you!" That did it! My balls tensed up, my cock pulsed very hard, very deep inside of her. And then I just about FLOODED her love chamber with my come. Once more, my orgasm was SO intense, that it felt like my cock was made of glass, and would shatter at any momnet, from the explosive force of my orgasm. My cock throbbed deep inside of her, and slowly dribbled out even MORE come. "THIS is how much I love you, honey!" I moaned. She clamped her pussy muscles very tight around my cock. Her tightness on me hurt so GOOD! "Mmmm!" she cooed softly, clenching her pussy even tighter around me. "And THIS is how much I love YOU, baby!" We collapsed in a heap, arms and legs wrapped around each other, my still-pulsating cock still buried very deep down inside of her. She gazed lovingly, soulfully into my eyes now. "Spending the night in the hospital with me, holding me, comforting me, reassuring me, cheering me up, was the most wonderful thing that ANY man has EVER done for me!" she sighed. "That selfless act elevated you in my eyes, from just another boyfriend, to the man I want to spend the rest of my life with." "Are you trying to tell me that you want to MARRY me?" I exclaimed. "Oh, that would be the greatest news EVER!" I was so excited, that my cock, still in her, once more pulsed and throbbed its way back to full hardness. "Easy, boy!" she grinned, pushing her feet hard down into my ass. "You haven't ASKED me to marry you yet, and I haven't said yes. I think it's too soon in our relationship to talk marriage...yet! But I am definitely thinking that marriage will be in our future." "I'd LIKE that," I moaned, my cock throbbing even harder at the idea of spending the rest of my life with her. "Mmmm!" she purred again. "What I'd like right now, is for you to fuck me all over again. Right NOW!" She rolled us over, straddled my legs with hers, and eagerly bounced her hot, wet pussy up and down along my very hard shaft, which was pointing straight up into her now. I was enjoying her enthusiastic cock-ride every bit as much as she was now, and my enjoyment was doubled by the two sweet, wonderful words echoing over and over in my head now, two words so full full of promise, so full of happiness: "My wife!" -------------------------- I had a new experience with my girlfriend last night, and I'm just curious why it happened. When I get very turned-on, I sometimes release crystal-clear pre-come before I come. It doesn't happen all that often. I did pre-come before my first orgasm last night, but this is not what was new for me. I'm used to pre-coming sometimes, before coming, and it is not why I am posting my question. But last night, my girlfreind and I were both especially horny. So we kissed and caressed each other all over, I fingered then ate her pussy as she thrashed around and moaned and groaned, all of which turned me on even more than normal. Then she sucked my cock and swallowed hungrily as I came. She let me come in her pussy, then in her ass. After having had my cock up her butt, we felt it better for sanitary reasons if I washed my cock off before I put it anywhere else. So we showered together, soaping each other everywhere, and then enjoying slowly toweling each other dry. We then lay in bed, all nice and clean, and we slowly kissed and caressed each other all over, until we were both extremely turned on again. I enthusistically ate her pussy, and then she sucked my cock. But instead of coming as she sucked me, I released a little bit of my crystal-clear pre-come into her mouth. I have never had a pre-come AFTER I've already orgasmed. I mean, it IS called pre-come, not POST-come. She loved it! She had never had a guy pre-come in her mouth before, and she said she enjoyed the unique taste, not as strong a smell and taste as regular come. But I'm wondering, does anyone know what would cause clear pre-come to appear AFTER coming several times? I mean like medically, scientifically, and emotionally, what would cause a pre-come to occur post-come? And is there a way I can make that happen again, since she loved it so much? Or do I just have to wait and hope it eventually happens again? Yeah, the answer kinda makes sense, that this was the pre-cursor to my next orgasm and not a follow-up to my previous ones. But I still wonder: 1. Why I didn't then come after this last pre-come. The fact that this occurred after several orgasms, without a final come, made it feel more like some sort of post-come rather than just another pre-come, if that makes any sense. The fact that it was NOT followed by coming made this time feel unique and very, very special, a moment and a memory to cherish for always, a very special bond between my girlfriend and me that I do not share with any previous girlfriend. 2. Why this never happened to me before (actually, I think I can answer that one: no previous girlfriend excites me as much as she does; we have already been talking marriage for a while now, although we are not yet officially engaged because I'm still saving up to get her the ring we picked out together, before I actually propose--anyway, that level of love and commitment is bound to have affected my level of sexual response to her, in ways that are new to me, such as last night). 3. Now that this has happened, and we both love it, I want it to happen again, but I'm not sure how to make it happen. I suspect there is no way to control it--just when the emotional mood is right, maybe it might occur again. Besides, I don't think it would be as enjoyable for either of us if I force it, rather than let it occur naturally and spontaneously in response to the situation, as it did last night. And if it happens too often, the specialness and uniqueness of last night will just become routine instead of a memory to cherish forever, and I certainly don't want that. Still, I would like this to happen again once in a while. But I fear that even if the situation that caused it repeats, I might not have this same wonderful reaction as last night, pre-coming AFTER several orgasms, without a final come, and it would be a shame if this never happens again. However, the fact that two other guys on Lit have had this happen, is encouraging. It means there is a chance this won't turn out to be a once-in-a-lifetime reaction to the woman I love. I'm still not entirely clear on the mechanics of what happened, and why it happened. But the fact that it does happen for other guys and could happen for me again makes me feel a WHOLE lot better about it. In the meantime, my girlfriend and I will just have to get in LOTS of practice, until this DOES happen again (grin)! I can hardly wait until tonight, to get started on that practice toward the next time. -------------------------- I got home from a business trip last night to be greeted by my girlfriend in cutoff shorts (Daisy Dukes), red-and-white checkered shirt tied just below her breasts, and her hair tied into two pigtails down her front. She knows how I love that "country girl" look, innocent on the surface but seething in sexual curiosity and unfulfilled desire just beneath the surface. We played traveling salesman and farmer's daughter (her idea). My car had broken down a mile down the road, the only car repair shop in town was closed until morning, and the town has no hotels. She offered to share her king-sized bed with me. But we invented a new twist on this old story. Yes, I'm a traveling salesman, but what I sell door to door is vibrators. She asked for a demonstration of the product, and I happily obliged (we keep a vibrator in our nightstand, and we like to use it on each other, so we just pretended it was the salesman's product sample). -------------------------- Girlfriend dropped by my place about 2:00 this afternoon. "Why are you wearing a raincoat on a sunny day?" DUH! I can be such a dense nerd sometimes. With an intense hunger in her eyes, she took off the coat and had on only navy-blue lace lingerie. Peakaboo bra and crotchless panties. NOTHING else, not even shoes! Talk about being obvious! Just in case I didn't get her not-at-all-subtle message, she immediately unbuttoned my shirt, yanked off my belt, and tugged my pants down to my ankles. She held my hand and towed me to my bed, with me practically tripping over my pants as I walked (or rather stumbled) to my bed. In retrospect, it was kinda funny, but at the time it was just INTENSE! She lay down and simply, wordlessly pulled me down on top of her. I fell into bed with my shirt open and my pants down around my ankles. She was so eager, that it took only a few licks from me before she thoroughly soaked my face. She must have been exciting herself the whole drive over! Not that I was complaining or anything, but I kinda wish I had been the one heating up for real, not just her daydreams of me that were getting her that worked up. It was great, doing EVERYTHING, with such urgency that we didn't even bother getting completely naked! Although I did at one point skim her crotchless panties down her legs, mostly cuz I love doing that rather than out of any real need to get her panties out of the way. ------------------------ I have a steady girlfriend, we've talked of getting married, we picked out a ring, I've been saving up for it and am now close to having what I need to buy it (I don't want to go deep into debt for it, and be broke at the start of our lives together; I'd rather buy the ring outright). So I'll have that ring soon, and I'll be proposing soon. A long time ago, I read a story where this guy slipped a ring on his girlfriend's finger and proposed while they were in the middle of a 69. I thought that was very hot, and would be a sweet, romantic, unique, and memorable way to propose to her. So that is my fantasy. But the reality is, while I think she would very much enjoy that, given her very open and very sexual personality, I'm not 100% sure that she would like that. So I am just a little scared to make that fantasy into reality. Then, too, I think about how she'd never be able to tell friends and family, or our children if we have any, the real details of how I proposed to her (of course, she could always make up a story; only she and I would know the hot truth of how I actually propose). On the other hand, if I DON'T act on this fantasy, Imight regret it for the rest of my life, that I didn't do this when I had the chance. So for now, this remains a fantasy. But I REALLY like the idea of this way of proposing. Some day, I just might get up the nerve to make this fantasy into reality. ... I decided last night it was better to ask my girlfriend herself, if she would let me propose to her as in my fantasy. She liked my fantasy, but didn't seem too hot on making it a reality. She smiled and said she would make me a deal. If I propose to her in a more traditional way, rather than during a 69, she'll reward my proposal with a 69! Sounds like a deal we can both live with! I think I'm in for a reality that is even better than my 69-proposal fantasy. ... I proposed to my sweetheart Saturday night, and after she said yes, we celebrated our joy with the most sizzling 69 of my whole life, in lieu of my fantasy to propose DURING a 69. On Saturday night, I took her out to an elegant and romantic restaurant, with waiters who sing right at your table. I had them sing a song whose title is her name, and I produced the ring. "I don't want to be asked in such a public place, in such a public way," she smiled. I gulped, worried. "Why not? Are you going to say no?" "That's not it. That's not it at all. But remember the way I promised to answer you? So take me home now, and ask me there, in private." I broke all sorts of speed records driving home after dinner. I sat her down on my couch, knelt on one knee before her, presented the ring box to her, popped it open, and asked her to marry me. "Yes!" she screamed excitedly. "YES! Yes, I will marry you!" I slipped the engagement ring on her finger, and she admired the big, sparkling, nearly-pure white diamond. "As long as you're down there on the floor anyway, honey, would you mind?" She hiked up her miniskirt and slowly parted her legs. As usual, she had no panties on. My mouth eagerly dove for her juicy snatch, as she leaned forward, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. She let herself slide down like flowing water, off of the couch and down onto the floor. She quickly, hungrily tugged my pants all the way down, and I removed them. We then positioned ourselvs for a 69, right there on the living-room floor. "I've been looking forward to answering you this way," she smiled. "In some ways, even more than I was looking forward to the proposal itself." "I suspected that. I know how you are." "You mean, constantly horny?" she laughed. "Guilty as charged! You know me SO well, baby!" "We know each OTHER so well, baby! That's why we SHOULD get married!" "I already said yes!" she laughed. "Oh wait, THIS is how I want to say yes!" And with that she swallowed my entire hard cock in one swift gulp, until my balls were pressing up against her mouth. "I see your yes, and raise you one..." and I couldn't say more, because my voice was muffled now with her pussy tight up against my mouth, as I slid my tongue into her very hot, very wet slit. My asking her to marry me had definitely turned her on, but I think that her thinking about the 69 she had promised me, had kept her horny for a very long time, leading up to this very moment. Whew, I'm getting hot all over again, just thinking about and retelling what happened! Replaying it all in my mind. Suffice it to say, she was true to her promise. Saturday night was DEFINITELY the hottest 69 I've ever enjoyed in my life! Better yet, she promised there will be many more, and even hotter, 69s in our married future togther. I definitely don't think she'll be like the joke, "Why do brides have a big smile on their face? Because they know they'll never have to give another blow-job!" That is definitely NOT her! The wedding will be Feb. 14. Valentine's Day. It happens to be a Saturday this coming year. We figured that starting our married life on such a romantic day will ensure we are romantic for life. Besides, we need time to plan the wedding, and that is one of the earliest weekends that isn't already booked for a wedding! ------------------------ Last night, my fiancee confessed that the night we first made love, she hadn't had sex in 6 months (not even pleasuring herself). No wonder she was hot and horny as hell that night! (Of course, the fact that we love each other had a lot to do with her level of horniness that night, too!) Sex with her is always hot, but never as sizzling as that first time. I confess that much as I'd like to recapture the magic of that night again, I totally lack the willpower to go without making love with her for 6 months, to get her as hot and horny again as she was that night! ------------------------ Tuesday morning: I'm home all alone today, with a hard-on that just won't quit, and my girfriend won't be home for HOURS yet! I have been throbbing all mornming, just thinking about her, wanting to hold her in my arms, wanting her to feel just how very much I love her...and hungering to feel again, how much she genuinely loves me! Masturbation just ain't gonna cut it this time. This is an unending, achy horniness that needs to enter a tight, hot, wet pussy to be satisfied. But I've come up with a plan. I'm going to drive to my girlfriend's office and surprise her, invite her to lunch. Take her home and cook her something nice, then have HER for dessert! Trouble is, I'm so horny that I just might have to have her for an appetizer on the drive home. Pull over somewhere nice and secluded and let her have her way with me in the back seat! ... Tuesday afternoon: So I surprised my fiance at her office, and whisked her home for a hot lunch that I cooked myself. All through lunch, I noticed her noticing the bulge that had been tenting-out my pants all morning! When she asked me "So, what's for dessert?" I smiled and replied "YOU...I hope!" She just grinned and said "I thought you'd NEVER ask!" We then began the best damned nooner EVER! She told me she'd never seen me so horny for her, and that watching my bulge all through lunch had made her EXTREMELY horny. We were tossing each other onto every horizontal surface in the house, whisking aside dishes and papers onto the floor in our desperation to climb on top of each other and fuck each other senseless. Just before she drove back to her office, she kissed me and worried how she was going to explain to her coworkers, that big, goofy grin on her face. "Just tell then the truth, darling," I replied. "That you've just had the best fuck of your life!" Smiling, she told me that this WOULD be the truth. I have no idea yet, whether she took my advice or made-up an elaborate lie. I can hardly wait until she returns home at 6 PM, so we can do it all over again! Problem solved now...temporarily, at least. Unlike all this morning, I'm no longer climbing the walls with desperate, urgent horniness...at least, not right now, anyway. ... Tuesday evening: So my fiance had to stay late at work that night (this past Tuesday; today is Thursday), to make up for taking a long lunch, with ME for dessert. When she got home, I had made dinner. For the salad, I freshly grated carrots, chopped the walnuts, and hand-crumbled the feta cheese, sprinkling everything over the spinach leaves, and served with raspberry vinaigrette dressing. The main course was cheese tortellini in a mushroom Alfredo sauce. She helped me clear the table and clean-up the dishes. Then she stood facing me, held both of my hands in hers, gazed deeply into my eyes, and whispered, "Let's go to bed now." The moment we were in our bedroom, my fiance told me that all afternoon at work, she had been thinking about how I had swept papers off my desk onto the floor, stretched her flat on her back on top of my desk, and made love to her with such a savage passion. She told me that the memory of our urgent animal lust had been driving her wild all afternoon. As she continued to tell me how horny she had been for me all afternoon, she grinned, "So...would you mind if I suck your cock now?" I laughed. "Oh, yeah, right, like I'm going to object to the woman I love, sucking my cock! You give better blow-jobs than anyone I've EVER known. So yeah, like I'm really going to OBJECT!" She just smiled at my silly sarcasm, unbuckled my belt, unhooked the top of my pants at the waistband, and unzipped me. She yanked my trousers and my boxers down to my knees, knelt over me, and soon her tongue was licking and swirling just about EVERYWHERE: all over my balls, up and down the sides, tops, and bottom of my shaft, and round and round my cock head. Then her lips opened up very wide, and slid straight down, completely over me. She tightened her lips around my throbbing hard-on, and slowly slid back up off of me. The tight friction of her mouth and lips sliding up off of me felt incredible, but it felt even better when she slid back down again, sucking me back up into her mouth, and then down into her throat. She giggled a little when my cock-head tickled the back of her throat, and then she moaned when I pulsed very strongly, urgently in her mouth. "Don't come in my mouth," she pleaded. "Save it for my pussy!" Then she whispered, "Please?" She backed her mouth off of me, and she lifted her very short skirt, inviting me to remove her skimpy little baby-blue panties. I teased and teased her, first taking her skirt off of her, and then slipping her panties down her legs so slowly, laughing when she begged me, "Hurry! I'm HORNY!" I recalled how I had been horny that whole morning, until I had decided to do something about it, and I had shanghaied her from her office for our nooner. She climbed up on me, straddling my hips and thighs, slowly sinking herself down over my very hard shaft. I was as hungry for her now as she was for me, and although I tried not to let on about that, I'm pretty sure she knew, considering how steel-hard I was as I drove up into her now. When she had finally slid down over me completely, and my shaft was thrust high up into her, stretching her pussy lips open very wide, and her lips were rubbing against my balls, she let out the most contented sigh I think I have ever heard in my life. "Ahhhh!" she purred. "I have been waiting for this moment ALL afternoon!" "Happy now, baby?" I grinned, as she squirmed around on top of me, with my cock stuffed high up into her, and as she squeezed her pussy tighter and tighter and tighter around me. "I will be," she giggled lustfully, "just as soon as you pump your HOT come up into me, baby!" She began a slow up-and-down ride on my cock, gradually increasing the speed and the forcefulness of her up-and-down motion. I would occasioanlly thrust myself upward into her, but mostly I was content now, just to let her control the speed and the forcefulness of her cock-ride. I loved how each time she rose up and slid back down over me, her contracting pussy muscles squeezed me a little bit tighter than the last time. God, that felt so damned GOOD! ... Friday, 5 A.M. I wake up as the first rays of sunlight are streaming through our bedroom window. I see the silhouette of my naked girlfriend beside the window, as she rifles through her dresser drawer for what to wear to work today. It wasn't so much a sexual thing (although seeing my girfriend naked obviously affects me sexually), as it was just the sheer beauty of the whole scene laid-out before me. It was like being in an art gallery and just being wowed by a painting by one of the old masters. The play of the light and shadow. The beauty of her naked form silhouetted beside the window. Watching her rummaging through her pretty and lacy underthings. The image is burned forever in my memory, and I only wish I had the skill with a paint-brush to capture the image on canvas, it was all just THAT beautiful. Yeah, it definitely made me smile this morning. OK, second thing I'm smiling about today: as she was getting dressed, we got into a discussion about our upcoming wedding in February. It's been on our minds a lot lately, since we're both involved in planning the million and one wedding details. Somehow, we got into discussing how the night before the wedding, we had to rehearse our vows, and even a rehearsal dinner for the wedding reception. She surprised me by asking, "They rehearse the wedding, they rehearse the reception, so why isn't there a rehearsal for the honeymoon?" I laughed, as I thought back to all our long nights of sizzling sex over the past few months. "I think we've already got that covered," I laughed. "We've done a LOT of rehearsing for the honeymoon already!" "Not enough!" she grinned. "Not nearly enough!" That's one of the things I so love about her. I'm marrying an insatiable nymphomaniac, and I couldn't BE happier about that. Happily, our libidos are about evenly matched (she calls me her "Energizer Bunny" as I keep going and going and...) ... Friday night: Well, my fiance got home from work about 4:00 this afternnon. She right away brought up how we needed lots more honeymoon rehearsal time, as if 12 hours hadn't passed at all since we left off our early-morning discussion about this. Then she disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged about 15 minutes later, wearing only one of my long-sleeve, button-front dressy shirts that I wear when I travel on business. We got into our "honeymmon rehearsal" right away, holding each other, kissing, and then undressing each other. I love the way my shirt looking on her, unbuttoned, the fabric curving itself around her beautiful breasts. I left my wide-open shirt on her, with nothing else covering her luscious nakedness now. We then went straight to bed, where I began hungrily kissing her all over. One minute my lips were on her nipples, the next on her mouth, and the next on the side of her neck. She never knew where I might kiss her sexy body next...and neither did I. I just knew I wanted to kiss her EVERYWHERE now! I started sliding a finger back and forth across her pussy lips, then into her, across her clit and over her G-spot. She moaned about how great my finger felt inside of her. I told her that her tight pussy felt amazing wrapped around my finger. Then I said I'll bet her pussy tastes even better than it feels. She didn't say a word, she just gave me a happy little grin, so I slowly moved my mouth down her body and over her mound. My tongue flicked at her clit, dove into her juicy slit, licked at her G-spot, returned to her clit...once again, she never knew where my lips and tongue might land next...and neither did I. But when she started to tremble, I knew she was getting serious now, and I concentrated my tongue on long, slow licks at her clit,establishing a steady rhythm now, to build her toward her orgasm, which seemed inevitable and iminent now. When she started to ooze a little, I quickly sucked her throbbing little hard nub of a clit up past my lips, into my mouth, and I began gently nibbling on it. She cried out ecstatically, and came very hard. "I was right," I laughed, eagerly licking up every last drop that oozed and splashed out of her now. "You DO tatste especially delicious today!" She pushed my face away from her crotch, and giggling, she gently and playfully shoved me down flat on my back. "Oh, you're gonna get YOURS now," she laughed menacingly. Now she nibbled on my nipples until my cock stiffened brick-hard. Then her tongue bathed all over my balls and shaft, and now I was the one unsure where here wandering tongue would land next. I grew as long and as hard as I've ever been, maybe moreso, and she finally began to suck my cock down into her mouth. Her long, dark hair flopped down into her eyes, which looked sexy as hell. I gently brushed her hair back, partly because I knew the hair was tickling her eyes, but mostly so I could watch my hard-on slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth. She was sucking me so damned hungrily now. I groaned, I shook, and she sucked even harder, sawallowing down every drop that I fired off into her mouth. Then she climbed up on top of me, slowly and gently rocking her very wet pussy back and forth along the entire length of my shaft, until I eventually regained all of my stiffness. As she rubbed the outside of her pussy all along my hard shaft, I squeezed her ass, separating her luscious ass cheeks open wider and wider. She tossed her head back and moaned, so I slid a finger, moistened from her slicked-up horny pussy, into her ass now. By now, we both desperately needed to fuck each other senseless. That's when she sank her very wet pussy down over me, riding me straight up and down as I cupped her breasts and rubbed, pinched, and rolled her hard nipples. I desperately needed to come, but I somehow managed to hold off until she came first. I then metally gave myself permisison to come, firing straight up into her, a split second after she came all over my cock. She said she was tired, but that she wanted to have a lot more honeymoon rehearsals between now and our February 14 wedding. I can hardly wait until our NEXT honeymoon rehearsal. It's 11 PM on Friday now. She's asleep right now, but I'm too wound-up to sleep. So, that's what has me smiling right now. I still have the taste of her sweet pussy on my lips and tongue! My nostrils are still filled with the delightful aroma of her spasming love-slit. And I can still feel her stickiness on my fingers! Yes, I am definitely smiling right now. ... Saturday evening: My girlfriend and I spent all afternoon being good to our bodies. No, not like last night with our "honeymoon rehearsal". I'm talking about an afternoon at the gym. We each did 20 minutes on the exercise bike, 15 minutes on the treadmill, and then 30 tough sit-up crunches. Followed by showers (separately, unfortunately), and then laps in the half-olympic length pool (she did 4 laps, I did 6). I mentioned I had a kink in the side of my neck. We sat on the steps of the pool, my back to her, her legs around my waist, as she gave my neck 100 massage strokes. That felt good, and sitting between her bare legs with both of us in only our bathing suits, also felt pretty damned good. Then we traded places. Her shapely butt nestled comfortably against my crotch as I massaged her tired and achy shoulders. "Oooh," she squealed as she pushed backward against me, "someone wants to come out and play. But better save that for at home tonight." I agreed that even though we had the pool all to ourselves, the health club was not the time and place. We made dinner together tonight. I cooked the pasta-noodles and the stroganoff sauce. She cooked the shredded turkey, and this turkey stroganoff was really quite good, much lower calorie than tranditional bef stroganoff. Also, together we prepared a salad of spinach leaves, walnuts, cranberries, shaved-carrots, and feta cheese, in a light rasberry vinaigrette dressing. We're both kind of tired now, but happy that we took good care of ourselves with exercise and a healthy low-calorie dinner. Proving, I suppoise, that a moment between two people who love each other deeply can be very sexy, even if there is no actual sex involved. --------------------------------- Thursday morning: I woke up this morning to discover that sometime in the night, my fiance had changed into a new outfit she just bought. A red bra and panties. I'd never seen anything quite like it before: they were fishnet fabric, just like they use to make sexy fishnet stockings. I didn't know they make bra and panties fishnet style like that! I could see quite a bit of her sexy bare skin through the fishnet weave, and yet it covered-up enough of her to be teasing and tantalizing. Both the bra and the panties had red fringe outlining the entire edge of the fabric. The outfit itself looked amazing, and she looked even more amazing in it! The fact that she had been out at the mall, and had made the conscious choice to go into a lingerie store, to buy this sexy outfit, and then had gotten up in the middle of the night to slip into it and wear it for me, that she loves me enough and desires me enough to do all that for me, for us, definitely made me smile. I feel and I know that I am a very lucky man, to have all of her love and all of her lust all to myself, and that realization also made me smile. We started to play with each other, kissing and stroking each other all over. But the thing is, we were both actually so tired that we never really got around to intercourse. She fell into a gentle sleep! She snores softly, and as she does, a hiss of air escapes her lips, making a cute sound like: "poooooo!" I lay behind her, put my arm across her hip, and cupped her breast. I then fell asleep like that, with my cock gently throbbing up against the crack between her soft, round ass cheeks. My hand tucked inside her panties, my middle finger inside her juicy slit. I woke up again about 2 hours later, both of us still in exactly that same position. Seeing her still in that outfit, and feeling her in my arms, made me smile all over again. But there was no time for more sex by then. We both set new speed records getting dressed and off to work. Watching each other scurrying around frantically so as not to be late for work, made us BOTH smile...and laugh! ------------------------------------ I had to spend two full days (Tuesday and Wednesday) in long, boring meetings at company headquarters, a 3-hour drive one way. So I stayed overnight in a hotel. My fiance couldn't go with me, since she had to be at her job both days. I got home very late last night. Once in the door, I set my suitcase and laptop on the floor, and we rushed into each other's open arms, hugging, kissing hungrily, nuzzling each other's neck, Frenching, running our hands all over each other, and repeatedly telling each other how much we had missed each other. I was very tired, so after we hungrily kissed each other's erogenous areas, we both just fell asleep in each other's arms. The alarm clock woke us up at 7 AM. She asked me if I slept well, and I replied "Yes. Why?" She said "I'm in the mood for some intimacy." Just like that, simple and sweet, sounding almost innocent, which made her remark all the more exciting and intriguing. She rifled around in her lingerie drawer, making sure that I couldn't see what she had picked out to wear for me, and then she disappeared into the bathroom. Meanwhile, I searched through the many, many G-strings she has bought me, finally settling for a shiny black-leather bit of nothing that I knew she would love. I put it on and climbed under the covers. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in a stunning red teddy. She pasused in the doorway to let me drink in her stunningness. Her red teddy has peekaboo cutouts around her big, hard, brownish nipples (she is a 40C), with the cutouts surrounded by frilly lace. The teddy has four red ribbons that untie down the front. At the bottom are red garters that attach to red stockings. I took one look, gulped, and whispered "Wow!" She stood at the foot of the bed and whispered "Let me see you!" She pulled back the covers, gazing lovingly, longingly at my tiny black-leather G-string. Then she climbed up on the bed, crawling over to me on her hands and knees. She laid down beside me, and we resumed our hungry kissing from last night, amid a repeated chorus of "I missed you, baby." We kissed each other's neck. Then I moved down, cupping her breasts, and kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her nipples through the open cutouts of her red teddy. She began to softly moan her approval of what I was doing. By now I was so hard that half my cock was sticking out above the tiny black leather pouch of my G-string. "This G-string is NOT holding me in," I laughed. "Let me give him his freedom," she giggled, skimming my G-string down my legs. I squirmed around on the bed until my G-string was past my feet, and it fell off the bed onto the floor. I resumed hungrily kissing and nibbling her bare nipples, while pressing my hard-on into her leg. She gently rolled me flat on my back, and began kissing and nibbling my own nipples. She smiled to see that her nipple-nibbling was making my cock pulsate, so she encircled her left hand around it. She just held my cock for a while, and then she began lazily pumping it. That felt SSSOOO good! I reached up, and one by one, I untied the four red ribbons holding her lacy red teddy closed in the front, and I slipped the two spaghetti-thin red straps off her shoulders. I then gently rolled her off of me and onto her back, slipping her teddy down her torso while kissing and licking my way down her sexy body. I then turned myself around, kissing her feet through her red stockings, but not quite letting this turn into a 69. I know we both like to 69, but for now, I wanted this to be all about HER pleasure, all about how much I love HER! I then slowly kissed my way up the outside of her right leg, then returned to her left foot to kiss my way up the outside of her stockinged leg. Back to kissing her feet again, only this time I kissed along the INSIDE of each leg, ending at her inner thigh, but teasing her by deliberately not touching her pussy, which I could already see was getting dewy with desire. I unfastened her red garters, and slipped the red teddy off her entirely, but I left her red stockings on her. Finally, I lay face-down between her legs, kissing in a big circle on her inner thigh, briefly kissing her pussy lips before returning to her thighs. After about the fifth circle of kisses across her inner thighs, I gently slipped a finger into her. I absolutely LOVED how wet she felt on my finger. With my finger still slowly slipping in and out of her, I began to gently suck her clit up past my lips. Her moans were growing increasingly louder, her hips were gyrating faster and faster, and she was frantically running her fingers through my hair. She began to leak pussy-juice onto my face, and I greedily licked it up. She wrapped her hand around my cock and began pumping me in her fist. "God how I've missed you!" she moaned. "I want you! I need you!" Then she asked, "Is he ready to come in yet?" A silly question, as her hand could FEEL how ready I was. I scooted my way up her body, and I kissed her passionately on the mouth. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and her hand guided my hard-on into her pussy. "Slowly," she cautioned, "gently!" I began a slow, rocking, thrusting in and out of her, and she began purring contentedly, encouragingly. We just kept slowly fucking against each other, until she took in a sharp inhaled breath, and then she softly cried out as her pussy clamped down very tight around me. So tight that I could no longer thrust in and out. I just held still and let her come, as she thoroughly soaked my cock. She finally released her death-grip from around my hard-on, and I resumed my slow, gentle thrusting. I was so hard now that I ached. She wrapped her legs around my hips, and she frantically rubbed her stockinged feet all over my bare ass. "Faster!" she cried out. I thrust in deep, hard, and fast about five times, before I moaned "I'm gonna COME!" Once more, she clamped her pussy down very tight around me, and as I felt my balls pressing up against her wide-open and very juicy slit, I exploded deep inside of her. A split second later, I felt her come all over my cock again. We then turned on our sides, facing each other, my cock still buried deep inside of her, as we kissed each other's mouth and fondled each other's chest. I was still slowly, rhythmically throbbing inside of her. Each time my cock pulsed, throbbed, and flared-out thicker inside of her, she would gently squeeze her pussy muscles tight around me. After about 15 or 20 such pulsations, I surprised myself by coming again. Not as forcefully or as urgently as the first time, just kind of a nice slow ooze of my come into her. Her squeezing pussy muscles milked every last drop out of me, and coated my shaft with her own come yet again. I slipped out of her, lying face up on the bed, and she slipped herself under my arm, resting her head on my chest. With my left hand, I stroked her hair, as my right hand stroked down along her side, over her curvy hips and luscious round ass. We finally got up and showered together, lovingly and playfully washing the come off of each other, soaping each other's chest, ass, and genitals. Shampooing each other's hair. Then toweling each other dry, and helping each other dress. We parted company only an hour ago. We both got a late start at work today, and my dick is STILL sore. But very, VERY contented. Just thought I'd share my great morning, and my great mood, with you all. ----------------------- How to Give Her Simultaneous Clitoral and G-Spot Orgasms In my experience, you focus on her G-spot FIRST, and you deliberately IGNORE her clit, so there is nothing to distract her from achieving the much harder to achieve, and much more intense, G-spot orgasm FIRST. Her clit will be throbbing and desperate for contact, she might even try to verbally or physically get your mouth on her clit, but don't give in to this, focus only on her G-spot. Once her G-spot reaches orgasm, which will probably take a very long time compared to clitoral orgasm, it doesn't take much to keep those G-spot o's COMING! Once the floodgates of her G-spot open, they can and do stay open for a very long time. Unlike a clit, which can get too sore for further stimulation, there seems to be almost no end to how many times a G-spot can orgasm, after the first one. And by now her clit is so inflamed, it doesn't take much to finish her off there, either. Then and only then do you go for the clit! Don't be surprised if her clit orgasms very quickly at this point! Skilled use of fingers and tongue at this point gets her simultaneously orgasming in BOTH places. It is thrilling and marvelous to watch...and to TASTE! You are seeing her at her most aroused...and at her most vulnerable. So be gentle, speak softly and reassuringly, genuinely letting her know how much you are enjoying this, and how much you appreciate her lettng you experience this with her. Of course, this is based on my fiance, and I know that every woman is different, but this method seems to have amazing results with her every time, and I suspect at least some other women respond quite well if you do it this way (G spot first, then clit, then both), too. Of course, I shouldn't have to tell anyone to go into this focused 100% on HER pleasure, not expecting anything from her in return. But don't be surprised if she actually WANTS to repay you for this! If she's anything like my g/f, and if you do this right, she'll follow up with the best blowjob you've ever had...and even better, she'll just about BEG you to let her suck your cock so hungrily, so amazingly! And don't do this too often. You want it to remain a rare, extraordinary, and extremley intense event for you both, not routine. Well, that's been MY epxerience anyway! --------- What made you smile today? Waking up lying on my right side, the woman I love lying on HER right side behind me. Realizing that in her sleep, her left hand had draped itself across my waist and was cupping my cock and balls under her palm. Not doing anything mind you, just HOLDING onto me there. As she awakens, me joking that she wants me even in her sleep. She smiling and giggling that just holding onto "HIM" is so comforting and reassuring to her. Even if we don't do anything, just holding me there makes her feel good. Oh, yeah, that comment gave me a BIG smile! -------------- My fiance really wanted to see this movie on TV last night, she talked about it for hours. When it finally came on TV, it was very late, we were in bed (we both sleep in the nude) and she told me she was tired and wanted to go sleep. Could I watch the movie for her, and tell her the details in the morning? I offered to record it for her on the VCR, but she said she didn't know when she would find time to watch the tape. I told her after all her talk about that movie, I was surprised that she wasn't going to stay up and watch it. "I know," she said, "I'm being VERY bad. You should spank me!" She turned on her side and presented her bare ass to me. Now, we have been together for months, we're getting married in February, and this is a side of her personality that she has NEVER showed me before, her desire to be spanked for her naughtiness. I was raised a gentleman, so I could never cause her any REAL pain. So I hit her bottom gently a few times, not hard enough to cause redness or anything (I love her way too much to ever hurt or abuse her), just being playful like she was. She told me to sit up on the edge of the bed, my legs over the side. She then stretched herself face-down, perpindicular across my lap, in a classic spanking position. She wriggled her bare pussy against my exposed cock a couple of times, gently purring as I began to stiffen from feeling her pussy so close to my manhood. She then asked me to spank her gently a few more times. By the fifth time my hand playfully swatted her bare ass cheek, she was moaning, and she actually came all over my cock...I wasn't even IN her yet. She reached down and guided my cock up into her pussy, and I have rarely felt her hotter and wetter. We had one wild night, and we pretty much ignored the movie she had wanted to see. She told me she's not into pain (S&M or B&D), and there wasn't any last night, just fun and pleasure for us both. I suspect that somewhere deep in her psyche this has always been a fantasy for her, but she couldn't admit it to herself, much less to me. If the opportunity ever presents itself again, I definitely want to repeat something like this, because she was on fire, and her raw sexuality made ME on fire, too.