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First Orgasm, (re-posted)
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First Orgasm, (re-posted) This is one of my earliest posts and still one of my best I think. Writing it was the start of a very therapeutic period I spent here on this site. I am reposting it as a result of something skierchick posted about how her orgasms have changed over the years. I realized that mine have too, and a lot of it is because I learned things myself from what I taught the Lioness. I learned to allow my own feelings, both physical and emotional to intensify when I needed them to. There has been a dreadful cost. But the price has always been worth it. None of what follows is made up. It was late September. We had spent the whole summer in love but there was always a boundary beyond which we would not go. To say we worked hard at resisting each other would be like saying there’s a bridge in San Francisco. There came a point when, without telling each other, we both knew we couldn’t resist any longer. In fact I remember looking at her one day, and saying, "It's going to have to be done isn't it." "Romantic," she replied sarcastically. But she knew I had only said what she was thinking. We had already talked so much about sex. I knew she would be an incredible lover; she had a way of understanding what made me tick, what made me click; when to kiss and when to lick. You will have heard the phrase, "The eyes are a window on the soul," but the Lioness's were a window onto a world of almost telepathic desire. When she looked deep into mine I felt as if her eyes had reached down into mine and got hold of my cock from the inside. I had had a similar feeling once before, but that was when I was fifteen at a school dance and Samantha Saunders had put her hand down the front of my jeans! (Ok, ok I made that bit up, but that's how it felt when the Lioness looked at me with those steely blue-grey eyes!) For so long I had held back, like a at the top of a rollercoaster ride, knowing once you have started there is no going back. I mentally closed my eyes and pushed myself forwards, out of control. I got hold of a friend's flat for the weekend. He is still my friend. But I know he wonders sometimes, do I thank him for giving me the push that sent me hurtling into the most wonderful downhill rush of my life, or do I blame him for the injuries I sustained at the bottom? No one is to blame. My love for the Lioness was as inevitable as the tides and the rising of the sun. Once our two spheres had come within range we began to orbit each other, and our gravity had been getting stronger for months. We walked in, poured some wine and sat down. Suddenly a strange atmosphere had come between us. For all that we wanted each other like a starving man wants food, we didn't know where to begin. I had never seen her look nervous before. "There's something I need to tell you," she blurted out in the end. "The big secret that everyone knows I've got but only one person knows?" I had always been jealous about this secret; her friend had teased her about it once in front of us all, but no one knew what it was. I wanted to know everything about her, but I had known enough about her not to push it. She would only ever talk if she wanted to. "I want to tell you, but the words won't come out." I was braced for anything; I had no idea what was coming. "Just open your feelings and let words come out of you," I coaxed, using a phrase which had worked for her before. I knew she trusted me. "Ok......I've never had an orgasm." I thought very hard about what to say next. Here was a woman, supremely confident in her sexuality, totally in love, suddenly scared of being exposed as a fraud. I knew she had had several previous lovers, and she obviously loved sex. "Not even......on your own?" I ventured tentatively. "I can't do it to myself," she said. "It doesn't work." I was still wondering what to say next. But she wasn't backing out. "Do you still want to make love to me?" she asked, part scared, part seductive. She had broken the ice at last. "My god of course I do," I said, "maybe this time it will be different." I slid my arm around the back of her slim shoulders and kissed her deeply, reassuringly, curling my fingers in her hair. Her lips were dry and warm and her neck smelt of an intoxicating mixture of perfume and well brushed hair. "Let's just get into bed together and see what happens," I suggested. We took off our clothes. I noticed for the first time what a fantastic figure she had. I had felt her body pressed against me through her clothing many times, but she was never a sexy dresser, and I had had no idea how perfect her skin would be. Her stomach was flat but not skinny, her legs were long, her hips seemed built solely to frame her depths and her heavy breasts relaxed but did not sag as I unclasped her bra. Still kissing her, our tongues playing a game they had rehearsed all summer, I lowered her shoulders to the bed and ran the palm of my hand across her nipples. She quivered. They say a woman never forgets her first. The thought came into my head that I might be about to change her life for ever. I did not realise I would be changing my own even more. I played my fingers over her stomach and her shoulders, kissing her neck and gently tugging at her earlobes with my teeth, then I let my hand wander along the inside of her thigh, down to her knee and back. But it seemed the fire had gone out of her. "What is it?" I asked. "Nothing, don't stop." So I didn't stop, and for a while I went through my foreplay repertoire almost on auto-pilot, but there was little response. It was as if I was lying there with a different woman. "Wait," I said sitting up. Suddenly I wanted to take a terrible chance. It might ruin everything but I had had an idea. To this day I have no idea where it came from. "I need to talk to you. You don't seem to be feeling anything." "It's never mattered before," she said simply. I felt I needed to make her understand something. "I want you to give me a blow job." She looked at me as if I had given her a dare. "I will then," she announced, perhaps feeling happier to be back in control, and, pushing her hair to one side, she lowered her beautiful lips. But I was ready. I had a plan. I forced myself not to respond. Looking back I can't think how. She worked at me for a while, and in the back of my mind I could feel that her self proclaimed reputation was well deserved, but on the surface I let myself feel nothing. I even began to go a little soft. "What are you doing?" she asked after a little longer. "I'm doing the same thing you were doing before, to me." I explained. "I'm not letting myself respond. And it was a difficult job I can tell you, you are very good." She looked devastated, I thought she might be about to cry. "It's ok, it's ok; we'll get there," I reassured her. "Remember the very first time I touched your hand and you didn’t lake it away? What did it feel like?" "Like a little electric current was coming out of your fingers." My cock twitched at the thought of this, but I tried to concentrate on the job in hand. I touched her hand again. "What does it feel like now?" I asked. "Nice." "But not the same." "No." "You have to concentrate on the feelings. Let the feeling get into your mind. I love you and I am touching your hand because we are going to make love." She smiled; a glint of understanding in her eyes. "So when I touch you here,"(I touched her skin just near the top of her thigh, in the hollow under her hip,) "you have to let yourself feel what it means." She drew in a little sharp breath, and said, "That feels different." I had not expected the effect to be so instant, but it was, almost so that I wondered if she was faking it. But that was something we had talked about and I knew she would not even consider it. I let my fingers trace the same path along her thigh, and when I reached the top, her hips lifted, trying to touch her pussy to my fingers. She sighed, then seemed to think of something and said, "But let's just finish this first!" Her mouth sank down over my cock again and this time I gave myself up to her tongue. It was the first of many times she would hungrily suck my cum out of me and she was every bit as good as she thought she was. Her tongue lashed against my cock, while she pushed me to the back of her mouth and into her cheeks. She sucked firmly and with a constant rhythm; she wasn't going for distance, she was going for a quick finish. I moaned her name, pushing myself up to meet her. "Ohhh don't stop." She looked up at me for a moment, I could see the lust in her eyes, then she crushed the head of my cock into the roof of her mouth and scrubbed her tongue repeatedly over the sweet spot underneath. I felt the swell of orgasm building in my groin, then my cum burst out of me and into her hungry mouth. "Mmnn," she mumbled, gulping it down, then running her tongue all round the head, soothing the jangling nerve ends. She lifted her face to mine, then hesitated, but I put my hand behind her head, and slid my tongue over her lips, finally settling my mouth over hers and kissing her tenderly. The taste was exquisite. Her kisses had always tasted special, but now there was an extra sweetness, and a slippery coating of my come on her lips. "I love you." I told her. It seemed so natural to say it. "And now it really is your turn." Without waiting for a reaction I slid down the bed and put my face between her legs. Her bush was trimmed to a neat carpet on her pubic bone and her lips were glistening with a little wetness. I ran my tongue over the outside, then tentatively felt for her clitoris. "Oh!" she gasped, lifting her hips, "Mmmm yes!" I found her bud and flicked at it with my tongue, gently building the sensations, but I needed a quick fix too and I have always been better with my fingers. I slid my body along hers, replacing my tongue with a finger and rolling her clit with a steady undulating pressure. I sucked gently on her nipple and flicked it against my teeth with my tongue. I could feel her heart racing under her breast as I brought my left hand up to pinch her other nipple, still keeping the steady rhythm on her clit. Her hips were beginning to grind and her thigh was between my legs. Her body was soft and hard and hot underneath me, her head thrown back as I drowned myself in the feel of her. My cock was hardening again and I wanted desperately to fuck her, to be inside her, but I closed my mind to it and buried my face in her neck. Her perfume drifted into my lungs and as I breathed her in I felt my heart beat faster. I kissed her again more passionately, then suddenly she whipped her head sideways, my tongue jerking out of her mouth. "Oh yes, Yes!" She cried, gasping for breath, and suddenly I felt her hips jerk under my fingers, then fall back onto the bed. "Oh, mmmm," she sighed, as I softened the pressure of my fingers. "Was that it?" she questioned in wonder. "I think that was just a little one," I said, smiling. "But that was incredible, I've never felt anything like that before." She was breathing a little slower now, and I knew I had broken her hang up. "I don't really know, I said, but I think as you get used to how it works for you they will get bigger." I don't think she believed me at the time. Her delicate long fingers had closed round my cock. "I want you to come inside me," she gulped, only just managing to say the words. I pushed her knee away and lifted my body between her legs, touching the tip of my penis to her still wet outer lips. Her eyes shone, and I eased forward, edging the head into her. She groaned and pushed her hips towards me. I rocked back and forward gently, easing a little more into her each time, soaking my shaft in her juices as I edged gradually into her. The heat of her tight hole was burning all around my cock. Finally I sighed deeply as I slid all the way into her and held there, pushing as deep as I could. I did not expect her to come again but I knew she wanted me badly, so I gave myself up to her grip on my cock and worked it in and out, over and over again, gradually increasing the tempo. After a while I felt the distant promise of another orgasm beginning within me, then I realised she was breathing in sync with my movements. On every withdrawal a little gasp; on every stroke a little groan; "Ahhh, Ohh; ahh, ohhh," every time, getting faster and deeper as I lengthened my stroke. Her gasps suddenly brought me a lot closer, and she began bucking her hips and clawing at my nipples. "Oh____," I called her name, and came again, ramming my cock into her as my cum pumped out of me. Her hips jerked again and a sudden extra gasp told me she was coming too, harder this time and with a look of amazement in her eyes. I collapsed against her and held her in my arms as we lay together, waiting for our breathing to return to normal. "Oh God. So that's what all the fuss is about," she said, laughing. "Well I think that was just an ordinary one," I smiled. This time I think she believed me. I think she was wondering just how good it could get. I looked down at her. She looked incredibly beautiful. Watching the woman you love come is one of the most rewarding experiences life has to offer a man. And I really loved her. |
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12/8/2008 7:40 am |
Ahhh the Lioness. Some people touch our lives and they never seem to leave in our hearts and minds. Even though time never stood still and life moved on. He will be forever my Lion that taught me so many things as a lover. I am a better lover because of him~
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Watching the woman you love come is one of the most rewarding experiences life has to offer a man. What an awesome thing to say.  Elevate me... 
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suburbanpornstar said it all! SkierChick  
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Thanks sassi. Sadly I don't very often feel this special, which is why it hurts me so much to lose someone who makes me feel that way about them.
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My love for the Lioness was as inevitable as the tides and the rising of the sun. Wow, Amazing line!! and beautiful story. Now, all i wish from what i have read so far is for you to find someone who would make your life as fullfilling as that intensity of feeling and emotion and that it would become truly part of your life together even when sharing the plenitude of silence. Have a wonderful 2009 and my best wishes for you to have a happy life. Saludos, Marcia.
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My love for the Lioness was as inevitable as the tides and the rising of the sun. Wow, Amazing line!! and beautiful story. Now, all i wish from what i have read so far is for you to find someone who would make your life as fullfilling as that intensity of feeling and emotion and that it would become truly part of your life together even when sharing the plenitude of silence. Have a wonderful 2009 and my best wishes for you to have a happy life. Saludos, Marcia.
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Life isn't about how many breaths you take, but about the moments that take your breath away!    
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1/20/2009 4:20 pm |
hey I was just wondering...does anyone in this group ever get together to masturbate? im a 23 year old woman from asutralia would love to meet others into this.....
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hey I was just wondering...does anyone in this group ever get together to masturbate? im a 23 year old woman from asutralia would love to meet others into this.....
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