 Something that is important to you and had an effect on your sexuality (positive or negative) but was not mentioned in the list of the questions. Possibly - extreme situations: sexual harassment, abuse, etc. Any other event you feel like speaking about.
Once my boyfriend came to see me. He stops by often, especially in winter when it is cold and miserable outside. Quite often we spend time at my place, play my computer (he does not have one at home), or just watch TV. Very sweet, almost family pastime, is not it? This was what exactly happened that day: he came, fixed a few things I asked him to, and we set down to watch Ice Age, I had not seen it yet.
We invited my mother to join us (yes, I do still live with my mother, so what?), so that she did not feel left out, we settled down in my room (my mother and I on the sofa, and he, as a good boy, on the chair nearby) and began enjoying adventures of the poor frozen creatures.
Somewhere in the middle of the show, my mother felt cold and went to her room to get a jacket. Taking advantage of the minute’s break, I crawled to the edge of the sofa to kiss my sweetheart and accomplished that successfully. I do not know why, but this little kiss turned me on big time.
Just picture me standing on all fours on the edge of the sofa, reaching out towards him, one of his hands holding me by the back of my head, the other playing with my nipple gently and tenderly, but with passion. I had only my favorite warm socks with different color toes and my beloved one-size-fit-all robe on. I just absolutely love it when my boyfriend’s sensitive musician’s fingers crawl under my robe – so for a couple of minutes we kissed selflessly.
Then mother came, we went on with the cartoon, but after the kiss all my thoughts flew in the one direction: I was longing for his sweet lips, for his dexterous, demanding and gifted tongue to go on kissing and caressing me in a different spot – I do love oral sex, and my boyfriend (I can tell that from my experience) is pretty good at it. Who cares for those toons, when your imagination run wild in a totally different direction!
Thanks god, we were finally though with it, and went to the kitchen to fix some tea. My darling made me sit on the table and began stroking my thighs, as if teasing, and we did not forget kissing each other passionately as you can imagine. I freed myself from his arms with great difficulty and got back to the floor, put the kettle on, and told my boyfriend how badly I wanted him.
He said we would probably have to wait until tomorrow, when his parents would be away to work, we could have a ‘sex marathon’ at his place. This is what we call it when I come to his place early in the morning and we spend a whole day in bed. So, he cautiously suggested we waited till the next day. Then he looked into my begging eyes, and understood, that there was no way around it.
We went into the living room, turned the music on, fell on the carpet and began kissing. His hands pulled up my robe almost to my neck and his kisses descended lower, to my belly and further down there, where I wanted his delicate caress the most.
He played with my clit, barely touching it with his tongue, then sucking at it with passion. I grasped my fingers at his body as hard as I could, I could not allow myself to moan out loud – mother was in the next room talking to someone on the phone peacefully, unaware of our games.
He almost brought me to climax – my thighs we convulsing rhythmically, I bit at my lips and writhed on the floor – then, naturally, the kettle came to the boil and began whistling like crazy. I hate kettles, especially the ones with the wrong timing. So, I stood up, made tea and got back to my beloved. He was lying on the floor, looking bored, observing the chandelier. But as soon as I came up to him, he caught my hand and pulled me towards him. The next second we rolled on the floor, merged in a hot kiss. Soon he resumed caressing me between my legs, with his finger at first, then with his lips again. I rested my hand on his fly to feel how hard he already was.
He (without stopping to do what he was doing) took my hand in his and pushed it under the belt of his jeans. I took his cock in my hand, stroke it up and down, squeezing lightly, then undid his belt (he raised his head and gave me the ‘are you sure?’ look) and reached out towards his cock. He helped me to set the object of his pride free from clothes and I began caressing his cock with my lips.
I must admit that in 69 position my boyfriend has a very remarkable hard-on, actually, he is rather sexually endowed…
We played those games for about five more minutes, both getting carried away more and more, until I could not hold it any longer and turned him over so that he was back on his back. What could I do, he got me so horny, I just could not take it any longer?
I got on top of him. My sweetheart looked rather bewildered!
So, here I was straddling my bf, feeling his beautiful hard cock inside me, looking at his red face, and riding up and down on him enthusiastically. Observing his reaction has always turned me on big time. I saw he felt good, I know he did not quite expect it to happen. Then his movements joined mine, first his hands – he took hold of my thighs to impale me on his cock even harder, began moving his body up to mine.
He would moan at times, but since mother was in the next room, I pressed a finger to his lips. His moans turned me on big time, but the situation was different. We had to be quiet. Our movements accelerated, he pressed me to himself tighter.
The situation itself turned me on a lot. Knowing that we needed to do everything quietly, that my mother could come in any minute – she knew about our relations, of course, we had been together for almost an year, but knowing is one thing, the other is to see with your own eyes your daughter enjoying wild sex forgetting herself completely – just imagine yourself at home entering a room not thinking of anything like that, and seeing wild and crazy sex on the floor…
After a couple of Spleen tunes we came to the logical conclusion, I crawled off him, trying to put my robe back and catch my breath at the same time – and we both took to laughing like crazy. That was very funny indeed. The spontaneity of what had happened. As he put it, it was rather bold of us…
I found it cute, he came to watch the movie, but ended up getting laid on the floor. Was not that sweet – never happened to us before. He went on: ‘Is that what you call ‘kiss me darling’?
Yes, this is me…
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