Don’t Stop

I'm high.

I'm dreamy.

I'm heightened.

It's like taking a hallucinogen only it's words that have flooded my mind. These words form vivid images, feelings and physical reactions. Skin flushed and warm. Perpetual wet panties. A constant throbbing between my legs. It's what every girl strives for when interacting with another person.

All of this is taken with me into the bedroom and it's not the same man. One man is fucking my mind while another man is fucking my body. They don't know each other but they work together to make my sex life remarkable.

It's a ritual now: my ass in the air, my head buried in a pillow and my hands gripping the bed sheets. He is behind me and I feel the tip of his cock meet my wet. I'm already anticipating it and his hands grip my hips. He draws this out and I'm almost holding my breath waiting. Waiting for him to penetrate me. I've waited all week for this moment. That second his cock pushes in and it robs my breath till his full length is inside. Immediately my body quakes and I push back against his thrusts.

I'm on fire.

My mind is flashing words and images. My groans are filling the air and gets the cue I want him to fuck me. He's in a rhythm and my body is already betraying me. I'm shuddering, clenching and I grip the headboard. I'm coming on his cock and he whispers, "Yes" but my cunt pushes his cock out. I catch my breath and he's aching to be back inside. He pushes and I vibrate into another orgasm and push him out. This goes on over and over till he grips my hips harder and his cock stays in as I thrash about coming over and over again.

I'm overwhelmed.

Orgasm after orgasm sounds like deviant fairy tale but the emotions flood with the pleasure. My body shakes uncontrollably as I feel his body stiffen behind me. His fingertips are digging into my hips and I am near pleading for him to come in me. I feel his cock swell one last time as he lets out a grunt emptying himself into me with thrusts and groans. His grip tightens before he lets go as his cock slowly slips from my clutches.

I'm fortunate. I'm lucky. I'm thankful.

Thank you to all the men in my life. Without you, I wouldn't have this blog and I wouldn't have the amazing sex and orgasms that you all give me.

Don't stop.

I want more.

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