Wicked Wednesday – (Twenty One) – (Embracing the Numbers)

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Sometimes I’m made to count. The first time was twenty one (the goal had been twenty four I believe.) Other times the numbers have varied, but always in the double digits. I haven’t counted in some time, but now it is definitely on my mind.

If I’m a good girl, and I always am so I’m told, I get to enjoy lots of orgasms. Sir doesn’t often make me count, but when they do I’d better keep track of those numbers, which is really hard to focus on when you’re coming like crazy. And sometimes being made to orgasm over and over is the best thing in the world. It clears my head of everything but the pleasure I’m feeling and the endless parade of numbers that I must try to remember, but often lose track of. Losing track sometimes means starting over. It becomes a war within my head between keeping the numbers straight and letting the pleasure wash over me.

It is a sweet torture, one that certainly has its own rewards. Being teased and fucked or toyed with until those orgasms hit. After a while they come slower and smaller, but are still there. And sometimes in a fit of sheer exhilaration I get the giggles or I cry and I can’t stop. I’m fine and unharmed, but my body just gets so overwhelmed at the feelings and experience as a whole that I need another way to get it out. It is the same as a spanking in that regard, but so very different at the same time simply because of the sensations I feel. Although now I’m wondering how it might feel to be spanked while I was trying to count orgasms. Hopefully I wouldn’t be expected to try and count swats as well. I’d never be able to keep things straight!

But there are times that I struggle with it too. Sometimes the orgasm(s) won’t come no matter how much I may want one, or twenty one, and that is when I get frustrated the most. I get plenty of hugs and reassurances from my partner, but am also reminded that I’m very different from many women who always struggle to reach orgasm. Or from those who are “one and done” because I am almost never going to be happy with just a single orgasm. My body just begs for more, often until it is too much and leaves me aching. I usually get called a greedy girl then and I can’t help but agree. I know that I’m lucky to be able to experience pleasure in the way that I do and I’m glad that I get to have such awesome sexual experiences with my partner. I don’t think I’d change a thing about it when it comes down to my orgasmic nature. Does anyone else agree or disagree? Have thoughts on being able to have multiples orgasms or just one or even none? How do those individual experiences affect you?

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A Crescendo

Leila and Kirsten caught a cab and rode the short distance to Leila’s house, both quietly anticipating what was to come. When they arrived the two bolted from the cab so quickly that Leila nearly forgot to pay the driver. The two women darted inside as soon as the door was unlocked and their hands were all over one another. Leila peeled Kirsten out of the tight dress she wore to reveal her perfect nude body underneath and smiled as she definitely liked what she saw. She planted tiny kisses on each of Kirsten’s nipples and led her into the bedroom.

Kirsten pressed her body against Leila’s with a smile, “I seem to be at a disadvantage here. Why aren’t we both naked?” She spun Leila around and unzipped the leather dress she was wearing and pushed it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. Like Leila, Kirsten had been nude under her dress and both women reveled in the sight of each others bodies. They came together for a kiss and fell back onto the bed.

Laughing, they tussled for a moment before Leila gave in and let Kirsten pin her to the bed. Another kiss was shared and this time Kirsten was the aggressor, her tongue darting out to taste her partner’s lips. Leila moaned softly and the two had a moment where they battled for control of the kiss. Pulling apart, Kirsten kissed Leila gently, starting at the juncture of her earlobe and jaw and moving all the way down to her collarbone where she nipped lightly at her new friend’s skin. Leila wiggled against Kirsten so she nipped again a tiny bit harder before licking the same place gently, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. Kirsten resumed her kisses working her way towards Leila’s breasts where she planted kisses all over, completely avoid the hardened peaks that were Leila’s nipples for now. Meanwhile her hands played in Leila’s hair, tugging gently, moved down to her shoulders and the length of her arms, just reveling in the feel of the woman beneath her.

Finally, Kirsten gave in and wrapped her lips around one of Leila’s nipples sucking and biting at it gently while she found the other with her hand and pinched it causing Leila to moan out loud. After a moment she switched sides and Leila was moaning loudly, her nipples being incredibly sensitive. She wanted to orgasm just from Kirsten playing with her nipples and told her that she wanted it, needed it harder. So Kirsten, with a nipple between her teeth and one in her fingers, bit down and pinched at the same time harder than she would have otherwise and Leila’s hips bucked off the bed. She’d been so ready to come with Kirsten hands and mouth on her body a little more pressure was all it had taken. Kirsten let go of Leila’s nipples and kissed them both gently, sucking at them, drawing out the orgasm until Leila begged her to stop. Kirsten smiled innocently up at Leila and ran her hands down her sides, almost, but not quite, tickling. Leila laughed anyway and grinned at Kirsten. “See? I told you, you’d be a quick study. Now, my dear, if you please I want to feel that hot little mouth of yours on my pussy.”

Immediately Kirsten obliged, sliding down her way down Leila’s body and kneeling on the floor, pulling Leila to the edge of the bed. Gently, almost tentatively, she licked Leila’s wet folds, but quickly became more aggressive, tracing patterns against Leila’s skin, flicking at her clit, and taking her time getting to taste the woman who had given her such pleasure earlier. Leila was squirming against her so she assumed she was doing things correctly and swiped her tongue quickly from bottom to top of Leila’s wetness, bring a sigh from the other woman’s lips. So she did it again slow this time and grinned at the noises Leila began to make. Kirsten licked around the outside of Leila’s pussy tasting her juices, sweet as they were and slipped her tongue inside, fucking her with it. Leila’s back arched and that’s when Kirsten took a gentle finger and rubbed Leila’s clit ever so gently. With no warning Leila came apart in another massive orgasm, her hips humping against Kirsten’s face as she squirted everywhere as she came. Kirsten tried to taste as much of Leila as she could and then pulled back with a little giggle. She climbed back onto the bed wiping her face with her fingers and sucking them clean before kissing Leila tenderly. “I’m really glad you found me in the club. This is much more fun than dancing.” They both laughed and shared another kiss before Leila pulled Kirsten into a hug. “I say we do this all night long.”

 

If you’d like to read more about Kirsten and Leila and how they met you can read about their first experience, here.

Kink of the Week – Anal Sex – (Practice makes Perfect)

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There’d been a storm brewing for hours, a bad one from the weather forecast that was supposed to produced tropical storm kind of winds. With that in mind Tim and Nicole where hiding inside away from the foul weather. They were simply enjoying each others company talking and teasing and sharing kisses.

As the kisses deepened, hands began to roam and clothes began to fall off. Tim ground his pelvis against Nicole and she reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezing and kneading at his firm flesh. She jerked him closer to her and trailed kisses down his neck before leaning up to whisper something filthy in his ear, something that made his eyes go wide as he moaned with lust. “Please…” Nicole gave him a smile and squirmed out from beneath him, walking away. She threw an almost careless glance over her shoulder, silently asking if he was going to join her.

Tim was on his feet in a flash, his cock bobbing in front of him obscenely as he reached her. Her stepped into her and pressing his body against hers, she leaned into him, feeling that hardness resting against her ass cheeks as he kissed her neck gently and whispered this time, “Please. Can we?” She nodded slowly. “We can and we will and it will be amazing, I promise.” Tonight a fantasy was going to come true.

The pair ended up in the bedroom together and went back to touching and petting and exploring one another as though they’d been apart for weeks instead of just during the work day. Kisses were tasted and skin was licked and bitten. He smacked her ass and she returned the favor. His mouth found her nipples as his hand found her cunt and he fingered her until she came for him thrusting into his fingers. Sliding away from her he looked at her indolently as he licked his finger clean. She leaned in for a kiss to taste herself on his lips and then grabbed a bottle of lube.

Tim looked at her. “Really?” “Uh huh. Are you still game for this?” “Yes. Absolutely yes.” Nicole nodded and Tim readjusted until he was in a good position as she liberally lubed up her fingers. After what seemed like an eternity to Tim he felt Nicole touch him. One hand rested on his ass lightly, the other, lubed up, traced his asshole gently, rubbing lube onto his skin. Tim’s hips arched for her and she pushed a little harder, but not hard enough. She grabbed the lube again, this time applying it directly to him and he shivered at its coolness. A kiss grazed his lower back. “Relax love. We both know you want this. I can see your desire.”

And slowly, almost gingerly, she began to work a finger into his ass. Just one, in and out, watching him closely, waiting for the right moment. Gradually a second finger joined the first and she was pumping them in and out of his ass when he began to moan. Nicole slid as deep inside him as she could and curled her fingers, stroking gently, but firmly and Tim moaned again and she felt his ass clench around her fingers. She squeezed a cheek and then planted a kiss there. “Are you going to come now? Do you want to touch yourself? Or do you want to wait and see if you can take my entire hand yet?” Tim had been reached for his cock when her words stopped him. They’d been playing with this particular goal in mind for several months and he wondered if he was ready, but he wanted to find out. “Go slow,” he murmured. “Of course. But don’t touch your cock until I tell you to.” He nodded in understanding and gasped as a third finger joined the other two. They gotten up to four fingers before, but never quite gotten her entire hand in his ass. Nicole felt like tonight might be the night. She loved the amount of trust he was placing in her and it turned her on.
She would sometimes reach around and caress him or squeeze his balls teasingly, but she moved slowly with her fingers in his ass, sometimes curling them against his prostate for an added sensation. Every time she did this he moaned softly and twitched around her fingers as his hips bucked in voluntarily. She dribbled more lubricant across her hand and his asshole and her pinky finger slipped into his relaxed hole and she twisted her hand back and forth a bit letting him feel how full he was. “Do you like that? Being so full?” He nodded wordlessly, unable to find his voice. And she stopped for a long moment allowing him to get used to the sensations as she played with his balls making him swear softly to himself and try to force his ass backwards onto her hand. When he moved like that she folded her thumb and just let him move. “That’s it baby. Do that again. Fuck yourself on my hand.”

Nicole held still while Tim rocked back and forth of her fingers, watching as more of her hand gradually disappeared into his ass. He was moaning incessantly now between his words. “Ohhh, I feel so full. Feels so good…” She rested a hand on the small of his back and whispered. “Almost darling. Stop for just a moment. You’re gonna feel a big stretch in a minute and I don’t want to hurt you.” She liberally applied more lube across the widest part of her hand and pushed forward very minutely to let him know he could keep going. And he did. His movements were slow and careful and he wanted nothing more than to feel his ass so full while his cock was stroked. With a soft popping feeling Nicole’s hand was buried in Tim’s ass and they both moaned, him at the feeling and her at the sight. Slowly she fisted him letting her hand slide against his p-spot over and over.

When his hips began to rock in earnest she stopped moving and just let him fuck himself on her hand and reached for his cock, dripping with pre-come and began to stroke him slowly, in time to his thrusting and she felt his erection grow harder, if that was possible. “Mmm, there’s a good boy. You like having my hand in your ass don’t you? You like it while a play with your cock while you fuck yourself with my hand. And you’re gonna come and come hard aren’t you?” His only answer was to squeeze her hand and keep moving, slowly picking up his pace that she matched her own strokes with. Stopping she dipped her fingers into her own pussy, dripping and wet and then resumed stroking him, mixing their juices together. They could smell their sex in the room and it only turned them on more. Tim suddenly froze and began to rhythmically squeeze Nicole’s hand hard and fast, pressing it against his prostate and she helpfully curled her fingers and fucked his ass as he squeezed and she stroked. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck…”, Tim’s voice trailed off and Nicole found her fingers sliding faster in and out of his ass as she grabbed and rubbing and stroked at his cock.

“Come for me,” she hissed, as she buried her hand back into his ass. He let out a helpless groan and bucked his hips against both of her hands and shot hot jets of his come, unable to do anything but obey. He covered her hand and his belly with the last few spurts and felt Nicole withdraw her hand slowly as the avoid hurting him. He signed with pleasure and collapsed against the bed, not minding the wet spot or anything else for that matter. Tim felt like a puddle and didn’t even notice as Nicole went to clean herself up before coming back to stroke his back and shoulders. “You did it, love. And you liked it didn’t you.” And she laughed softly before kissing his cheek as he drifted off for a well deserved nap.

A Little Me Time

She was home alone and horny. So what’s a girl to do when her partner isn’t home to fuck her silly? She takes matters into her own hands of course. With her favorite dildo and clitoral vibe she settled into the bed. She started with her nipples, pinching and rolling and tugging at them none too gently until they were rock hard and then she placed the vibrator against them, one at a time. The sensations made her gasp out loud and squirm on the bed. Her free hand trailed down her body and back up several times as she lightly caressed her own skin, still alternating the vibrator from one nipple to the other. Quietly, she moaned.

Finally she took the little bullet vibe away from her nipples and pressed it ever so gently against her clit. That alone was enough and she ground herself into the toy as her first orgasm hit her. Catching her breath she grinned and reached for her dildo, added a little lube, and slowly slipped it into her hungry pussy. This…this was what she’d been waiting for. In and out, nice and slow, feeling the slickness of herself against the toy. She just enjoyed the slow, lazy motions and let her lust build, gently teasing her labia and clit with her fingers, just enough to keep things nice and interesting.

Gradually her thrusts grew quicker and she reached for her vibrator, turned it back on, and placed it right on the edge of her clit, very gently, and turned it on to its lowest setting. It was just a tiny rumble adding to the stimulation she was already providing herself and she sighed with pleasure. She closed her eyes, seeing a fantasy in her head while she fucked herself and rubbed the vibrator against her clit. Soon it was all just too much and she began to thrust in earnest as she clicked the vibe up to its highest setting.

There was much more rumble now and she could feel it vibrating deeper into her body, forcing the dildo in and out, nearly reaching her cervix. Her hips lifted off the bed involuntarily and she found a rhythm there as she lifted to meet her own thrusts as she would those of a lover. She was fucking the dildo hard and grinding that damn vibrator into her clit and it felt so good. Her legs began to tremble and shake and she could feel the ridges on the shaft of the dildo scraping against her g-spot, filling her up so full, and she was almost there. Her tiny sighs and moans turned her on more, knowing she was doing something that many people would still consider dirty. Well, I’ll be a dirty girl, she thought, and fucked her pussy harder, arching her hips into it and with no warning another orgasm rolled over her. She tried to keep the dildo moving and fuck herself as she came to prolong an excellent orgasm and a third tiny one ripped through her as well when she pressed that vibrator just so.

After that she lay sated on the bed, not bothering to remove the dildo, but just turning off the vibe and laying there to rest for a long moment. She felt much better and couldn’t think of a better way to spend part of her day.

Jillian’s Own Robot

Jillian came home from work to find a large, roughly human shaped box leaned against her apartment door. Looks like her package arrived. Hopefully he would be undamaged. She wrestled it through the door and laid it flat for easier opening and pulled the cardboard apart. There was an abundance of packing material that she had to wade through before the face appeared before her. It was amazingly lifelike, right down to a few imperfections to avoid the look of being an “uncanny valley” perfection. The bot came clothed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of basic sneakers to round out the look. Just right.

She quickly went and changed from her work clothes and then began to read the manual on her new bot. Turning him on would just have to wait until she knew how he operated. Once she figured that out she fought to sit the bot up and pressed the power button embedded in the back of his neck. The impossibly blue eyes opened and a male voice seemed to clear its throat. “Hello, my name is Gage and I am your new sex robot, model number SR48690. How can I service you?” Jillian giggled at the stiff formality of the robot and hoped the AI programming could learn to relax a little. “Well, first of all, my name is Jillian and I’d like you to go ahead and get out of that dreadful box and take a seat anywhere in this room you’d like.” “Nice to meet you, Jillian.” and something that passed for a smile crossed the robot’s face. Jillian still wasn’t sure if she wanted to call it or him, but decided that using normal pronouns for him would be more natural. Gage walked over and sat beside her, almost but not quite touching her. “You’re very pretty,” came the voice almost whispering in her ear. “Thank you Gage.”

There was an awkward silence in the room as Jillian went back to reading the manual to see if she could get the robot’s AI to loosen up a little. Finally she encountered a section on “How to Train Your Robot” and was soon engrossed in the myriad explanations of different training methods for different things. But nothing about making them friendlier so she’d just have to wing it.”Gage, I want you to try and relax around me. I’d like us to be friends.” “Friends? I’m not sure how to be friends.” “Well we can learn together then. Friends sit and talk with one another in an easy manner, they might share dinner or drink, they spend time together doing things, and generally just hang out. We can always hang out here.” Gage slowly processed what she was telling him and then nodded. “OK, I think we can do that. But what about my original, intended purpose?” “Oh we’ll be getting to that shortly.”

Shortly actually meant now as Jillian could no longer restrain her curiosity about the experience she would have with a sex robot that was her ideal looking man. Hopefully it went well. She’d paid a pretty penny for him. She took his hands and ran her fingers down his arm, feeling the softness of the most lifelike skin material out there and the soft sprinkling of hair on his arm. He turned his face towards hers, expectantly and Jillian leaned in to give him a kiss. Gage’s lips were soft and pliable just like any other man and the kisses soon deepened into more. She encouraged him to put his hands on her body and touch her and he followed her instructions marvelously. Eventually he would learn her preferences, at least according to the manual.

Soon the human and the robot were spread across the couch, him shirtless and her nearly so as they explored each other’s bodies. He railed kisses down her neck and finally removed her shirt completely. “Exquisite,” came the murmur of his voice and Jillian blushed a bit at the compliment. She felt like Gage was quite a real man at this point and could feel a protuberance through his jeans, so she knew that part of him worked as advertised. She lifted her hips against him and he groaned softly. That was enough and they were both suddenly fighting to get out of their clothing. Jillian fairly dove at him and wrapped her lips around the perfectly sized, perfectly lifelike dick that was before her. Gage put his hands in her hair and she was reminded briefly that he was still a robot, but right now she didn’t care. She could suck him to her heart’s content without him ever getting tired and as she did so she grew wetter and wetter, especially hearing the pleasurable noises he was making. Finally she let him go and looked at him. “I want you to eat me, Gage. You’ll do that won’t you?” “Of course, my dear.”

And they repositioned to a more comfortable angle with him kneeling on the floor between her legs. First he teased her inner thighs with nibbles and kisses and tiny licks before he began to tease at her slit the same way, never quite dipping his tongue far enough between them to do anything but tease and titillate. Jillian was moaning on the couch and rocking her hips against him gently, wanting more, but she had known that the first few times would be slow as the robot learned. Finally he parted her lips and ran his tongue all the way up to her clit which he began to flicker his tongue across ever so gently. “More, Gage, more!” He obliged and slid a finger inside of her while he kept up the gentle pace on her clit. He curled that finger right against the spot he was programmed to hit and she bucked her hips wildly as she drenched him in her come. “That was amazing.” He gave her a rakish grin as he stood up, scooped her into his arms and asked, “Bedroom?”

Jillian pointed down the hallway too distracted by planting kisses along his skin to give a verbal response. She heard his noise of appreciation when she hit a certain spot so she hovered over it before biting down gently. He stopped in his tracks momentarily and Jillian made note of one of the erogenous zones they had programmed into him.

Reaching her bedroom he laid her on the bed and staring down at her, spoke with an authority that she loved. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to like it. How he had already discerned that she responded well to domination was beyond her, but she wasn’t going to complain. She trailed her fingers down her body, using one finger to circle her clit. “Come and get me.” Swiftly, the robot was on the bed, poised to fuck her and she could feel his dick teasing her folds gently. “Please, let me have it!” He grinned again and slowly slipped inside of her. Jillian moaned at the perfectness of it all and once more lifted her hips to met his. Her legs wrapped around his back to pull him deeper inside of her and she was moaning and bucking on the bed, trapped under Gage’s weight and loving every moment of having her own personal sex bot.

He pounded relentlessly at her pussy, moaning as he did so. “You’re so tight.” he told her in a whisper, glorying in the feelings his owner felt with him. He learned more of her with each stroke, each touch, and he wanted to learn as much as he could per the instructions programmed into him. He would do this and be perfect for her. Her fingers reached down to play with her clit while he fucked her and it wasn’t long before she was wild underneath him, aching to orgasm. Finally a particularly deep stroke made her come and come hard, her entire body shaking. Gage slipped out of her and flopped onto the bed on his back. Jillian took his hand and smiled at him. “You are incredible. We should do this again sometime. And the sex bot merely smiled.

Wicked Wednesday 289 – Neighbors – (The Art of Listening)

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There was a low groan from the other side of the wall and Drew looked at Sarah and grinned. The neighbors were at it again. They both paused what they were doing and walked to the wall, pressing an ear against it (not that they needed to) and listened with bated breath. That low groan turned into a murmured name and then a soft cry from the woman.

They heard her whimper slightly and wondered just what caused that delicious noise. Sarah was imagining that it was his head between her thighs that made her make those noises. Drew imagined something a little rougher, a fist in her hair as she sucked a cock deep into her mouth. They spooned together as they leaned against the wall and Drew wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist, his fingers dipping just below the band of her pants and teasing her skin. Typically these sessions with their neighbors lasted anywhere from thirty minutes to several hours and always left both Sarah and Drew wanting each other and more.

The woman next door cried her first orgasm and Sarah shuddered against Drew, wanting her own orgasm as well. “Soon,” he whispered. His hand slid lower along her body and gently found her clit. He pressed down softly and began to circle it as they listened to the sexual symphony that was played out for them to hear. She bucked her hips and he pulled her closer with his other hand on her hip. She could feel his hard cock and ground back against him as the neighbors next door had no idea what they inspired as their bed began to creak and squeak in a regular rhythm.

And without fail they heard the man groan again and the woman, who was the more vocal of the two, start begging him to fuck her. She seemed to lose all sense of restraint as she cried out over and over, her words becoming more explicit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Drew rubbed harder at Sarah’s clit and she shivered in his arms, biting back a moan of her own, lest the neighbors hear them and figure out they were listening in, even though it would have been impossible to miss period once she started crying out the way she did. Sudden silence. And the his hushed voice, just barely audible, “Come for me.” The woman’s cries began unintelligible as she orgasmed like she was told and knowing that she was being told what to do make Sarah come as well, bucking her hips relentlessly.

Drew kissed Sarah’s neck and teasingly whispered to her, “Good girl.” just as they heard a voice repeat the same on the other side of the wall. Sarah bit her lip hard and went limp against Drew for a long moment. In the quiet they heard his voice again. “Settle down little one. There’ll be more of that later, but right now its nap time.”

Knowing they’d hear nothing for several more hours Sarah and Drew raced off to their bedroom and stripped as fast as they could before Drew had Sarah bent over the bed, burying his cock in her dripping pussy. He rode her hard and fast and she moaned quietly doing her best to press her body against his, relishing the feeling of his hands digging into her hips and wondering if she’d have fingerprint bruises as a reminder. Drew growled softly and Sarah knew he was close. She was too and they both knew they’d orgasm together. Seconds later Sarah swore and Drew felt her pussy spasm around his cock. He slammed into her once, twice, and filled her with liquid heat. Slowly they pulled apart and slid into the own bed. Sarah looked at Drew giggling and spoke, “Nap time?” They both laughed and cuddled together drowsily in the late afternoon sun.

Multi-Orgasmic

He stopped at her desk and stroked her hair. “Come lay down with me. It’s cooler in the bedroom.” She nodded and followed him, flopping down ungracefully on the bed. He eased into the bed more gently and was kissing her immediately, his need evident. She wound her arms around him, returning his kisses with equal fervor. He didn’t bother undressing her, merely reached under the t-shirt she wore and let his fingers find her clit, teasing her, pushing her further into a state of arousal. She squirmed against his hand and suddenly she was coming, her body pressing into his. He never stopped his onslaught of her clit, want to see her come again and again. And he got exactly what he wanted.

Finally his fingers slid down a bit and into her dripping pussy. A quick series of flutters and she was crying out, the open window almost forgotten, as another orgasm spurred her desire. His fingers never stopped moving, pushing her through orgasm after orgasm just because he wanted to feel her come against his fingers, feel her clenching tightly around him. She was so sensitive and all his. “Do you want more, little one? Come for me again and I’ll fist fuck your pretty pussy til you can’t even think.”
She moaned in response and lifted her hips from the bed grinding against his fingers. The next orgasm that he wanted burst from her like water through a dam and she threw her head back, eyes closed.

She didn’t see him reach for the lube and coat his hand liberally, but a moment later she felt his fingers again, teasing her this time. “Are you going to come before I get my hand all the way in?” “I don’t know.” “Don’t”, he ordered and slowly started sliding his fingers in and out working his way up to his entire hand. As his hand finally slid deeply inside her he whispered, “You may.” The instant she heard the word escape his lips, she was riding his hand as she came yet again. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had, but thanked her lucky stars for being multi-orgasmic in the first place.

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hand slipping in and out of her, his fingers stopping to flutter at spots she could never reach and drove her through one orgasm and into the next. His fingers curled into a fist and began to fuck her. Hard. Relentlessly. And she looked up at him as she writhed against his hand. He simply nodded and she came once more in an explosive orgasm that left her sated and spent. She felt him slide his fist out of her, gently, and whimpered a bit at the feeling of emptiness. He stroked her hair with his non-lube covered hand. “Are you OK?” She nodded, not quite able to speak just yet and waited for him to clean up a bit before snuggling against his warmth. “I love you,” she murmured as she clung to him like the only port in a storm. “I love you too, little one. Now get some rest.”