True Sex Stories: So It Goes

There is this man, who I seem to be inexorably linked to, like sleep to dreams. It is this connection that has made the sex, what sex is supposed to be–electric, connected, hot, and surprising.

Sex is easy, it is finding this connection that is difficult–this connection that makes sex true–that gives me that feeling of wanting to drop to my knees in want of his cock. This cock is nice, big, thick and hot damn

I do love making it hard–but it is not exceptional or extra extraordinary in any one way. It can only be that he

is the exception that makes me long for a good old fashioned dick slap.

I spent my weekend, hell a week, doing just that, worshiping like a cock sucking devotee. Most of of my time spent with my mouth turning him from soft to hard, edging him close, then backing off. When his cock was not passing my lips, I was wishing it was–all I could think of was tasting his come slide down my throat, splashing across my tongue and making a mess of my promiscuous slut girl face. I almost, almost, had little concern for my own gratification, his cock seemed gratification enough. Lucky me though–he took care of me just fine.

There are moments with this man, when time comes to a stop–or when it spans beyond what I know as time. For the most part I am an eye closer or at least they drop to slits when fucking, and especially when getting close to cumming–but with him it is different. When my head tilts back my eyes are still on his and when his cock enters me our eyes lock and I can see this barely there strand–silver and clear that shimmers slightly in the flicker of the light– that connects from his retina to mine. The power of it all is really quite strange, wonderful and overwhelming.

And yet while I feel this insane closeness and connection to this man, it also seems like he will only be a moment. I think he is a bird. Not able to resist flight, but too habitual to fly off forever into a life with me. So…while I feel strongly about this man, I have been trying to keep in mind my New Year's vow– to "let it be." To let myself enjoy while I can, to love him when I can, freely and to accept him and his cock as a rare gift–that was perhaps not supposed to be given to me at this this time, or even not at, but somehow a rift in nature made the exception possible.

Languidly playing on my bed, rubbing, touching, looking, attempting to find some form of understanding–that we will never understand anyway, we talk causally and free.

Lackadaisically the words roll out of my mouth, "Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?"

"No, I've tried, but it never did work. A few women said sure fuck me in the ass, but when it came right down to it…the pain was too much, my cock was too big."

I thought out loud, "I would never say you could fuck me in the ass, not with that cock."

We laughed and played some more.  I guess a seed had been planted and I was now thinking about my ass, "Why don't you slip a finger in my ass."

Drawing his finger to my mouth to coat it with spit then back down he slowly slid it into my ass, as he did so I could feel my pussy opening, breathing, wanting more. I love how my cunt feels when a finger or more is filling my ass. It is not the sensation I feel in my ass, but the sensation that my pussy feels from something being in my ass.

Soon I am slow grinding on his finger, and my fingers and his slip around my ever slicking pussy, my clit grows firm and tall, and I want more. Between my thighs he stands, I reach for his hard cock, and guide it to my pussy, sliding it around in the folds of fat flesh, coating it with me, then I slide it in and we fuck for a bit, while he continues working his finger my ass. I could've come like that, but I wanted more. I began to guide his pussy covered cock to my tight ass hole, first the head.

"Slow," the words push out in a heavy breath, and we switch gears into slow motion and our eyes lock, between breaths of pain and lust,  his cock begins to fill me, and my greedy pussy is loving it, growing, blooming, wanting more and more.

It took time, the connection was strong, it made it possible for his big cock to fill my tight ass. Everything worked, soon his cock was fully inside me, and soon after that I was thoroughly enjoying riding his cock, bucking my ass into him.

My pussy was electric, on fire, full and slicked out. It always astounds me when it gets like that. I could feel my come approaching, I could see his come taking over his body.

"I wanna come, baby, oh can I cum, cum with me."  I probably mumbled some lovely filth about filling my ass with cum.

And we fucked and bucked into each others bodies, our eyes penetrating, my ass full and pussy in sever fluctuation–breathing on her own, alive and wet and full of want.

In a rare moment we come simultaneously, locked into each other, that strand connecting our eyes, the connection of cock to ass, he filling me and me open to all of it.

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