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Tuesday, June 07, 2005 I've been thinking about misconceptions. And there's lube testing to be done, understanding which lubes work best with what, and which ones are dildo destroyers (sounds like a good name for comic book villain). The other idea planted in my head by an email story this morning (thank you) was me doing the Caveman in the ass. Would we use a finger, a dildo/strap-on, a plug, or what? I have a feeling we're about seven solar systems away from making that contact, but the thought of it is really h.o.t. Caveman has never mentioned the anal urge, except to tell me he once tried inserting something while masturbating.
Perhaps that's why I'm so eager to try new things now. If it could feel for him anything like it feels for me, he'd have something up there most of the time. I also see how there could be some fisting in our future.
I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. Funny how my tongue just instantly starts tracing over his neck and face when we're doing this. There is this thing that happens with his cock that is very pleasing but hard to describe.
I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me. I get this feeling as if it is telescoping into my cunt.
I just know something seemed to finger my ass, and something else was kind of softly pushing into the pussy lips and engaging this below-the-clit spot.
It gave this soft, creamy feeling that was really sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places.
But I'm still a little timid about imposing myself on him that way. As I panted to catch my breath and kissed him goodnight, I declared the evening almost entirely unbloggable.
I'm thinking I may have to get the girl from the library to come by at night and take notes for me - write a nice erotic sexy story!
I have spent a bit of time searching for good quality free sexy stories on the internet. I have new appreciation for the one-person-naked-and-the-other-person-dressed sex scenario. Not unlike my repeat fantasy of visiting Caveman in his office and him letting me remove key clothing items from him and have a really deep blowjob. While a clitgasm builds and climaxes, a tailgasm is a steady something of good feeling that is unwavering. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow. But I feel nothing but the cold air of the fan making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives. ) stays in the ass and other fingers roam the front.
Perhaps it is just me but I found most erotic fiction rather trashy and contrived. I wonder if this is what being tied up is all about?
I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.
Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock.
(Admittedly, I could get off on sex all night, so we just have to stop somewhere.) I was still lying beside him, sucking on his shoulder (I'll suck anything).