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A Sexy Story: Housewyfe & Caveman

Vintage Woman wearing Silk looking up provokativelySomehow in the process of him leaving for the cave, he let his hands get the better of him and he ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy I had been generating all day.
He got me off something fierce. And something soft. And something rough. And something kinky. And something perfect. A bunch of times.
I can only give highlights: I was in The Trance. Ravished and unaware of anything but feeling his sexy touch.
I have new appreciation for the one-person-naked-and-the-other-person-dressed sex scenario. That added some kinky flare I never expected. 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. I think of that every time I see him at his desk. But that's not his thing. Just mine.
A favourite erotic moment. I was insanely randy. The orgasms came really quickly but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them (I get off too fast) was dulled by the sexy, sexy intensity and sensuality of it all. At one point, Caveman is lying on his back and I am beside him. Because he is so fully dressed, my nakedness feels extra naked. He holds my legs as wide apart, as wide as they will go, using his legs as straddlers. He's very tall so it works well. I am prisoner of love. My cunt feels like the clown behind the board, where you throw wet sponges at it, and it knows one of those wet sponges is going to be big and wet and warm and hit bang on. But which one? And when?
Just the anticipation of sex, of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming. I place my hands behind my head to complete the tie up. I decide I will not retreat (not that I could, except to use my hands) no matter how intense it gets.
He strokes and fingers. He frequently wets his fingers with his mouth. That erotic licking sound grabs me. Makes me wish he was going down on me, giving me oral sex. His legs assert themselves to confirm I cannot move. A sudden wet something (finger, thumb?) goes up my ass and stops in that place where I get the tail buzz orgasm.
Naked Girl lying on CouchI realize the power of the tailgasm is almost opposite of an orgasm. While a clitgasm builds and climaxes, a tailgasm is a steady something of good feeling that is unwavering. And it's a matter of how much good I can stand. Lying there with my legs so wide, my pussy so open, the air blowing on me, the tail buzzing: I am ready to blow.
My tits get very hard at times like this. My nipples are insanely sensitive. Big cave hands all over right then would be heavenly. But I feel nothing but the cold air of the fan making my nipples sharp like the tips of knives.
The thumb(?) stays in the ass and other fingers roam the front. I wonder if this is what being tied up is all about? The insanely sensual / erotic feeling of being wide open, so vulnerable, and absolutely urgently craving a wild and unrelenting fucking?
At the same moment that he goes big and deep in my cunt, zeroing right in on the g-spot with all the thrust I was dying for, he starts sucking my hard tit: lapping it up. His late-day whiskers feel painfully good. Prickling through the numbness of the sexual arousal.
He fucks me like crazy. I am all too well aware of the tail feeling and I feel like my hips are floating, fleeing from the scene. I pretend my hands are tied behind my head like in a good erotic bondage story and resistance is indeed futile. The ass and pussy fucking settle down while he rattles away on the clit. I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I have been released.
I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird.
I spent years thinking of sex as a reward for when things are good. Not a release when things are not so good. And now, it's everything. 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. But mostly just carries me away. I think I'm liking this sex stuff.

 

Mouth wants what pussy has ...

Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.
Lady sitting on stool showing off her AssOne started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock. Often, when he's concentrating on giving me orgasms, he keeps my hands from his penis (despite my best efforts to sneak down there).
I'm slowly learning to accept this concept of uninterrupted concentration because I'm quite different. I like the sensations to be happening all over the body. I'll gladly have a penis in my hand or mouth while he's working on me.
But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. I go with the flow, Baby. Go with the flow.
So, back to my erotic bedroom story. I started playing gently with his cock. It got deliciously rocky-hard rather quickly. Amazing creature, the penis is. That super hardness was a happy surprise because we had already screwed earlier. And all of a sudden, he gets on top of me and starts screwing all over again. Funny how my tongue just instantly starts tracing over his neck and face when we're doing this. Mouth wants what pussy has. Pussy goes nuts when mouth gets its share. Breasts and nipples require licking and sucking between acts.
There is this thing that happens with his cock that is very pleasing but hard to describe. I get this feeling as if it is telescoping into my cunt. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper into me. If I think about this as we screw, and he's hitting the right spot, I cum. With a really good deep moany groan and a woosh of wet.
And that's what happened last night. That telescoping cock did its perfect thing and I came with this wonderful gushing wet feeling all over his hard dick. Fuck, I loved that sex. And I believe that's what I said: Fuck, I loved that. It was simple, but oh, so effective.
The other thing that we did that was simple, shiny and new was some from-behind handgasms. The Caveman came up with this trick just as I thought we were winding down for the night. (Admittedly, I could get off on sex all night, so we just have to stop somewhere.)
Girl with Fur playing with her BoobI was still lying beside him, sucking on his shoulder (I'll suck anything). I had probably already had about twenty orgasms, though they're difficult to count as separate when they're the kind that seem like one very long one, interrupted by hand rest breaks.
So, as I was saying, I raised hips up off the bed, with my ass in the air and he started playing with the ultrasoft area just between the clit and the erotic cock garage (that's vagina to you medical professionals). Just felt like saying that - cock garage. lol.
The new but simple part is that, I do believe that yet another (different) type of orgasm occurs when the clit is approached from the back rather than the front, even if it's the exact same spot being stimulated. Masters and Johnson need my research / sex stories. I wish I could say exactly what he was doing, but I was a moaning, sweating, blubbering, shoulder-sucking happy mess by this point, and I don't really know.
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.
Much of our night was like that: creamy and sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places. Sometimes he sucked on my breasts and nipples, and when his mouth wasn't there, I'd get this wild vacuum suction feeling, as if my entire breasts were being pulled up into a giant, tonguey mouth. Hoover me, Baby.
Another happy story was when I was kneeling over him and we started kissing really tonguey and frantically and deep while he fucked me with his thumb and played with my ass. When it's wildly erotic like that, I like the ass business soft, and the clitoris pretty direct. His lips are perfection. The strong, pointy feel of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him. Yum. That tongue made me want to put my pussy right over him and have him tongue and suck and lick until I cannot withhold the scream any longer. But I'm still a little timid about imposing myself on him that way.
The rest is a blur. 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!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Reconstructing Misconceptions (anal, fisting, toys, orgasms, homosexuality)

Black and White Photo of Topless WomanI've been thinking about misconceptions. All the misguided ideas I've had about sex (anal, fisting, toys, orgasms, homosexuality) all these years, simply because I was told something or believed something early on and never ventured to find out for myself if it was true. I really feel like I've missed out on a lot because of that. Perhaps that's why I'm so eager to try new things now. Not to mention that we're burning daylight here ....
Here's some examples / stories:
New Openings I have been so penis / vaginal-centric, that it honestly never occurred to me that anal sex could be a great pleasure on its own. I always assumed it was a poor substitute for the 'real' thing.
That's ignorance and arrogance all rolled into one.
I'm so over that now. Anal is my new frontier. I'm gradually educating myself and preparing to explore. There's a lot to think about. What will go in? A finger, dildo, plug, or penis? Or maybe all of the above. And how? Will they fit? It seems awfully cramped in there right now. 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). This girl has a lot of homework to do.
The other idea planted in my head by an email story this morning (thank you) was me doing the Caveman in the ass. I'm completely uneducated in this regard as well. Would we use a finger, a dildo/strap-on, a plug, or what? What kind of anal would he want and how would he want it? Obviously it would be his choice. Would he even want it?
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. for m.e. Caveman has never mentioned the anal urge, except to tell me he once tried inserting something while masturbating. He said it was alright but didn't become a regular contributor to his self-pleasuring repertoire.
Perhaps he'll want to have another go at it when we get some adult toys. If it could feel for him anything like it feels for me, he'd have something up there most of the time. Or maybe he does, who knows?
I also see how there could be some fisting in our future. Sometimes when he's getting me off and he's doing strong manual penetration, I notice his fingers seem to multiply in there. To the uninitiated (like me), the word 'fisting' does have a painful, almost violent sound to it. But when I am all over Caveman in bed and he's bringing me to moan and scream and cum and say funny things, I could definitely see it going that way. Sometimes more is more. In the right heated moment, I could see myself riding that sexy pony.
Welcome to Toyland I always feared sex toys, particularly ones that get inserted, because I thought I would stretch my vagina to an undesirable size (not sexy / erotic). I think I got this idea from my mother who didn't have that problem from sex toys but instead from having *a lot* of children. She eventually needed reconstructive vaginal surgery to be able to have intercourse. It was a horrible time for her and it planted fears in me.
I don't worry about that now. If it's safe and pleasurable, count me in. Or put it in. I'm easy. In fact, invite the whole team in. Twice. And don't forget the rechargeable batteries.
Bold, sexy woman staring at camera wearing an evening dress and high heelsOrgasms I thought that an orgasm was a self-contained package of pleasure with a beginning, middle and end.
Ha! I now know that I can have dozens in a the course of a few hours of sex, and they are definitely not linear. Some orgasms build and pile on top of each other, some come screaming out of nowhere all on their own. And with Caveman, we've not yet ever come to the sign at the side of the road that says, Ok, Orgasms Done For the Evening. He always manages to find another one in me. At some point we just have to decide to be done because I never really am. Thank god he's so generous with how long we do go.
Last night's erotic story. I had the kind of orgasm that goes on for a very long time (half an hour or more). If the right stimulation continues after I cum/scream/moan/gush wetness all over his hands, I keep getting off. If his hands stop, the orgasm is actually still sitting right there waiting to shout Boo! I used to get this a lot in masturbation but last night was the first time I noticed the Caveman ringing that particular bell.
Friends With Benefits I have had several lesbian friends. Some really wanted to be sexual with me. At the time, I could not imagine having sex with a woman. One friend I really loved but could not translate that into sexual desire.
In an attempt to entice me, she gave me a most memorable story of eating pussy that I have ever heard. It was incredibly sensual sexy story, but I felt not a tweak in my own pussy for her. The way I feel today, if I was single and in that situation, I'd be naked before she could even finish asking the question.
But that was then and this is now, so instead I fantasize about my girl at the library (notice she's mine now? lol) and prepare for the next adventures with the Caveman. Which should be in about seven hours from now in case you're counting. I know I am.

Erotic Story: When I became a horny maniac a few months ago ...

Topless Lady wrapped in Silk MaterialWhen I became a sex maniac a few months ago, I immediately worried that the Caveman might not be able to handle me - satisfy me. I didn't see that it would take time for us to really learn how to have sex together (duh!). But over these weeks of having a lot of love making and writing stories about it, we've really come along way (couldn't resist the pun).
Every time we have sex it's a little different, a little saucier, a little sexier: sometimes because it's naughtier, sometimes because it's gentler, and always because it's starting to feel completely unscripted. By writing these sex stories, I figure out what I like, what I want more of, what rocks my housewyfely world. And the Caveman seems to really be getting his groove on, instinctively knowing how to completely turn me on and get me off.
I think that's how and why I ended up with his big toe in my pussy the other night. I love that spontaneous kind of weirdity.
And I would have loved some of that last night but my saucy teaser boy was busy working. AGAIN. But don't worry. I got through it. After reading some erotic sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favour if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure.
There's been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I'm going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I'm also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement School. I'm sure I can be doing better by making use of all that lovely sexual tension that Caveman tosses my way.
Last night I did Lesson One: Erotic Anal Pleasure. I learned that a very-well lubed slender object inserted in the ass is a tremendous asset to the clit orgasm. Holy jeez, Louise. I am totally digging the anal sex thing. It gives this constant deliciously good feeling, unlike clit or g-spot stimulation which rises and falls for me (which is it's own good thing but not this good thing). If I gently move the ass insert while putting the vibrator around my clit and vagina: BING BOOM BANG. A stellar orgasm if there ever was one. I was fabulous if I do say so myself. And I will still love me in the morning.
I felt so good afterward that I cleaned up and got right into bed to go to sleep. Wishful thinking. And after about 4 minutes I wanted it all again. LOL. The sexual desire was overwhelming. There would be no sleep for me until I burned off a little more lust. I would have paid serious money to have the Caveman show up right then and take me from behind. Any available opening, I wouldn't have cared. Except we haven't had anal sex (penetration with his penis) yet, so we have some slow and gentle, highly-lubed practice to do first. Oh, so much to look forward to, so many sexy stories to write!
I made due with my fingers penetrating and a generous helping of Astroglide. Hail Astroglide! The second orgasm was so brilliantly intense that I was able to fall asleep before my inner devil begged for more sex. A full night's sleep is a perimenopausal women's dream.
And look, I got through my whole erotic sex story here without blushing or deleting. That's another great step for this woman kind. I'm horny all over again, but it is a new day ....

 

Erotic Literature for Free Thinking Adults

Two women reading a book togetherErotic literature is literature, either as a form of erotica written to arouse the reader, or to give instruction in sexual technique. Most sensual literature is of novel length, although there are also short sex stories.

Sex manuals such as the Kama Sutra are some of the best known works of erotic literature. The Ananga Ranga is a lesser known one, aimed specifically at preventing the separation of a husband and wife.

There is a substantial overlap between erotic literature and pornography, with the distinction typically being made on perceived literary merit. This is particularly true of works aimed at men, which generally use explicit sexual imagery. Many banned books have been suppressed because they used erotic imagery.

Nude Girl reading a bookWhilst there are substantial quantities of written pornographic works, very few of these come near the standards of mainstream literature.

Works of significant literary merit than can be classed as erotic literature include:

The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter
Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence
Ulysses by James Joyce
Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin 



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