Great Sex Blog

I remember the times well. We would go out and return late at night, laughing too loud, whispering shhhh as we staggered up the stairs to his place. It was great that he lived so many flights up and the stairs were not an issue until you were wearing stilettos and had too many Reds. I’d giggle so hard I had to hold my knees together and do the wee dance while he fiddled with the key in the dark or the yellow river would flood those same stilettos in a sea of embarrassment.

We’d always fall on each other with insatiable lust and this night was no exception…

We’d gone to a Vietnamese festival that was in Melbourne that week. We held hands, sampling local food on offer. We drank bubble tea and meandered around the colourful markets fingering home-made trinkets and jingly bells. We tapped our feet at the cultural music and smiled at each other, our eyes glazed over in pure unadultered love….and with that, came lust.

When we got home, I showered. I felt all gritty from mingling at close proximity with so many people. I didn’t get to daydream long in the shower -before too long I felt his body close to mine. He’d stripped and climbed in and started to soap up the loofah with vanilla bath wash. Soaping me up, we both knew this wasnt going to be a clean shower. It was about to get very … very messy.

We turned to face each other. I love the feeling of the water cascading down from him onto me. He stood tall at 6ft 1 and I am only 5ft 2. His cock, already erect, bouncing up tall and leading the droplets of water into a mini-waterfall to our feet. My hair was plastered to my back like a spider-web as he turned me around and proceeded to shampoo my hair. I stood there in complete bliss while he lathered his strong lean fingers through my scalp and massaged the hair through. Something so simple was so intimate. I could feel the texture of moisture change from water on pussy to my arousal as his cock pressed teasingly against my ass. I rinsed my hair, excused myself from the shower, wrapped myself in our white bath-sheets and smiled sweetly, telling him I’d meet him in his bedroom.

By the time I had grabbed the oil, he was standing dripping on the floorboards waiting for the next phase. I laid myself down on the bed still wet, soaking the quilt. I handed him the macadamia oil and he didn’t need to be told twice. I laid back and focused on his soft hands massaging the oil from my fingers to my toes and all the places in between. I opened my eyes slightly to see his cock dripping with clear pre-cum - a sign of things to come…

One of the most pleasurable experiences for me is temperature differences of body heat. His fingers were chilled from the shower and my silky passageway was warm and inviting. His fingers slid into me as he stretched to the length of my body kissing me passionately. His tongue separated my lips and sucked, plucked, teased and taunted mine. I was gasping for control; something that evaded me often with this man. As if automatically, he held my hands up with one strong grasp and reached for his bathrobe sash. Deftly and without complaint from me, he looped the bathrobe around my wrists high above my head on the now wet pillow. I no complain

His head was down between my thighs in no time. With a firm hand he separated my knees and laid on his tummy positioning himself comfortably as one hand kneaded a breast and the other repeated fingered my pussy. As his fingers became wetter and wetter, I looked down to see him lick his fingers, his lips and saw that he was completely overcome with what he was doing. He wasn’t the only one.