Eat It Like You Mean It Part 3

Very similar here 43 years together she started squirting about 2 years ago while playing with a toy on her clit and me fingering her gently on her g spot. First time it really surprised me. Now I absolutely love eating her while she orgasms.
Maybe this is a reason that older women have an appeal for younger men. Not only that they have gotten in touch with their bodies to be able to have that kind of O, but also that maybe the guy is learning HOW to get a potential future mate to be able to do that. Wouldn't it be great if we learned how to do this younger, so that when we hit menopause, we had a craving to push us through this dead spot in our lives? I mean, I lost the physical desire to have sex, but I kept the mental desire - because I still have a wonderful payoff when I did have sex.
 
Maybe this is a reason that older women have an appeal for younger men. Not only that they have gotten in touch with their bodies to be able to have that kind of O, but also that maybe the guy is learning HOW to get a potential future mate to be able to do that. Wouldn't it be great if we learned how to do this younger, so that when we hit menopause, we had a craving to push us through this dead spot in our lives? I mean, I lost the physical desire to have sex, but I kept the mental desire - because I still have a wonderful payoff when I did have sex.
well spoken!
 
Maybe this is a reason that older women have an appeal for younger men. Not only that they have gotten in touch with their bodies to be able to have that kind of O, but also that maybe the guy is learning HOW to get a potential future mate to be able to do that. Wouldn't it be great if we learned how to do this younger, so that when we hit menopause, we had a craving to push us through this dead spot in our lives? I mean, I lost the physical desire to have sex, but I kept the mental desire - because I still have a wonderful payoff when I did have sex.
That is well said. I think I know but what do you mean by a mental payoff?
ES
 
I am craving this sooooo baaaaadly right now. Yes, I suspect there are a lot of volunteers here right now, but you're not where I am, are you?

I can't tell you how much I just want to lay back and enjoy some attention. To feel a tongue caress my lips, dance over my clit, pull and suck on it, maybe nibble a little. Feel lips cover mine fully, dart a tongue out into the tip of my channel. To have that tongue circle around its' wall at the front, while lips are still covering me, applying suction and then releasing. And then feeling techniques I've never felt before.

To know that I have a partner who eating my pussy as much as I love being eaten. That I don't have to 'worry' that I haven't cum yet, that I'm taking too long, that I'm on the wrong kind of edge, wondering if s/he'll stop before I fall off the edge into a delectable orgasm. That s/he'll get tired or think that I won't be cumming, because I'm enjoying the journey, so I'm not rushing to 'find' there my orgasm is hiding in my body. That I can just let it build naturally, slowly to see what path it might take, to discover something new about myself.

To know that when my partner's tongue gets tired, s/he'll move, adapt techniques, because s/he isn't done with me yet. That the reason I'm not rushing to my orgasm is because my partner has also been taking their time. S/he's enjoying the journey toward my explosion as much or more than I am. That if I was racing to having it, s/he would intentionally back off, or slow me down because it was going too fast for his/her liking. That s/he isn't afraid to use fingers or a toy to provide some relief, isn't afraid of shifting position so we are both comfortable as time goes on.

That somehow, s/he has communicated to me that they too want me to build slowly, they expect it, they are in it for the long haul.

And then when I do finally get there, when the feeling of pleasure peaks, and my whole body quivers and shakes, that they are as turned by me fucking their face as I am doing it. That I can't get enough of ramming my pussy, which s/he made so juicy and sensitive, into their mouth. I want to know that I can buck and buck and buck into their mouth as much and as hard as my body demands, that my clit demands their mouth, their tongue, their teeth, their lips, so hard, so totally. And that I can go as long as I want until I collapse, saited

And then to know that they have the presence of mind to know that I have more in there, so laying beside me, looking in my grateful eyes, s/he reach down, oh so subtlety that I dont' even realize that s/he is doing so, to have their fingers move my swollen flesh to the side, to exposure my clit that I so hope is still totally engorged and so sensitive. I have no idea why I hope they place their middle finger on my exposed clit - maybe because that's what I use - and desperately hope that s/he listened to me about how touch me in this state. To lay a finger pad on my clit, and to move it up and down. I've learned that I though I tapped it -but I have since learned that it's really more of an up and down movement.
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Electricity races through me again sharply. Yes, s/he was listening. And s/he keeps bringing me back to that height - is demanding that I ride the wave of my orgasm. I hope s/he took note of the time, because I've always been curious of how long I can ride this wave. When I do this for myself, I get tired, so I stop before I'm satied. I wonder if s/he will continue until I beg to stop...and then just go a little longer to prove I really wasn't done. That I had far more in me than I ever suspected I did.

And then, after licking my juices of their finger, they spread my legs to slide into me. I wonder if it will be gentle and slow, because I'm so swollen or hard and fast because s/he can make out my begging though my pitiful sounding cries. I wonder again if I've been too selfish, taken too long. I know that cocks kept waiting get unfocused and squishy, even though they appear erect.

There is no question I want cock, and I want it now and I want it hard, banging into my lips. I want to be mounted, rammed so hard that my whole ass jiggles when my partner buries their cock in me balls deep. I want the force to propel their balls forward to rise up and grab my clit, reminding me of how I got here. I want to feel their hands on my hips, on my ass, gripping for purchase as they ram into mesending chill after chill up my clit when we meet in the middle, since I have been pushing back with much force as they have.

I want to be fucked until white lightning dominates my vision. I want to my partner to empty everything into me, feel their cock ram against my cervix as I milk line after line of white sticky goodness that I can extract from them.

I want him/her to collapse on top of me, because their knees are quivering from exertion. I want to feel their weight on me forever. I want to feel their cock twitch inside of me, delightful after shocks gifting my g-spot with the best dessert imaginable. I resist the urge to squeeze, because I don't want to push them out. I wasnt to stay this way forever.

And it means even more that we don't have to watch a clock. We should be totally spent, everything expended. And yet, I can't wait to roll over to kiss them. And yet I don't. I wonder how long I will have to wait to swallow that delightful cock, to return the favor, to suck them down. I wonder if I will have the energy to follow this desire.

Maybe a nap will recharge us, allow me to get enough water in me so I can take that magnificant tool in my mouth, do to him what he did to me.

Can anyone tell I need an afternoon away without a phone ringing?
 
I am craving this sooooo baaaaadly right now. Yes, I suspect there are a lot of volunteers here right now, but you're not where I am, are you?

I can't tell you how much I just want to lay back and enjoy some attention. To feel a tongue caress my lips, dance over my clit, pull and suck on it, maybe nibble a little. Feel lips cover mine fully, dart a tongue out into the tip of my channel. To have that tongue circle around its' wall at the front, while lips are still covering me, applying suction and then releasing. And then feeling techniques I've never felt before.

To know that I have a partner who eating my pussy as much as I love being eaten. That I don't have to 'worry' that I haven't cum yet, that I'm taking too long, that I'm on the wrong kind of edge, wondering if s/he'll stop before I fall off the edge into a delectable orgasm. That s/he'll get tired or think that I won't be cumming, because I'm enjoying the journey, so I'm not rushing to 'find' there my orgasm is hiding in my body. That I can just let it build naturally, slowly to see what path it might take, to discover something new about myself.

To know that when my partner's tongue gets tired, s/he'll move, adapt techniques, because s/he isn't done with me yet. That the reason I'm not rushing to my orgasm is because my partner has also been taking their time. S/he's enjoying the journey toward my explosion as much or more than I am. That if I was racing to having it, s/he would intentionally back off, or slow me down because it was going too fast for his/her liking. That s/he isn't afraid to use fingers or a toy to provide some relief, isn't afraid of shifting position so we are both comfortable as time goes on.

That somehow, s/he has communicated to me that they too want me to build slowly, they expect it, they are in it for the long haul.

And then when I do finally get there, when the feeling of pleasure peaks, and my whole body quivers and shakes, that they are as turned by me fucking their face as I am doing it. That I can't get enough of ramming my pussy, which s/he made so juicy and sensitive, into their mouth. I want to know that I can buck and buck and buck into their mouth as much and as hard as my body demands, that my clit demands their mouth, their tongue, their teeth, their lips, so hard, so totally. And that I can go as long as I want until I collapse, saited

And then to know that they have the presence of mind to know that I have more in there, so laying beside me, looking in my grateful eyes, s/he reach down, oh so subtlety that I dont' even realize that s/he is doing so, to have their fingers move my swollen flesh to the side, to exposure my clit that I so hope is still totally engorged and so sensitive. I have no idea why I hope they place their middle finger on my exposed clit - maybe because that's what I use - and desperately hope that s/he listened to me about how touch me in this state. To lay a finger pad on my clit, and to move it up and down. I've learned that I though I tapped it -but I have since learned that it's really more of an up and down movement.
"
Electricity races through me again sharply. Yes, s/he was listening. And s/he keeps bringing me back to that height - is demanding that I ride the wave of my orgasm. I hope s/he took note of the time, because I've always been curious of how long I can ride this wave. When I do this for myself, I get tired, so I stop before I'm satied. I wonder if s/he will continue until I beg to stop...and then just go a little longer to prove I really wasn't done. That I had far more in me than I ever suspected I did.

And then, after licking my juices of their finger, they spread my legs to slide into me. I wonder if it will be gentle and slow, because I'm so swollen or hard and fast because s/he can make out my begging though my pitiful sounding cries. I wonder again if I've been too selfish, taken too long. I know that cocks kept waiting get unfocused and squishy, even though they appear erect.

There is no question I want cock, and I want it now and I want it hard, banging into my lips. I want to be mounted, rammed so hard that my whole ass jiggles when my partner buries their cock in me balls deep. I want the force to propel their balls forward to rise up and grab my clit, reminding me of how I got here. I want to feel their hands on my hips, on my ass, gripping for purchase as they ram into mesending chill after chill up my clit when we meet in the middle, since I have been pushing back with much force as they have.

I want to be fucked until white lightning dominates my vision. I want to my partner to empty everything into me, feel their cock ram against my cervix as I milk line after line of white sticky goodness that I can extract from them.

I want him/her to collapse on top of me, because their knees are quivering from exertion. I want to feel their weight on me forever. I want to feel their cock twitch inside of me, delightful after shocks gifting my g-spot with the best dessert imaginable. I resist the urge to squeeze, because I don't want to push them out. I wasnt to stay this way forever.

And it means even more that we don't have to watch a clock. We should be totally spent, everything expended. And yet, I can't wait to roll over to kiss them. And yet I don't. I wonder how long I will have to wait to swallow that delightful cock, to return the favor, to suck them down. I wonder if I will have the energy to follow this desire.

Maybe a nap will recharge us, allow me to get enough water in me so I can take that magnificant tool in my mouth, do to him what he did to me.

Can anyone tell I need an afternoon away without a phone ringing?
Fucking hell what a sexy post.
 
That is well said. I think I know but what do you mean by a mental payoff?
ES
So, I wasn't getting horny anymore. But I still had really good orgasms. So mentally, I would get to the point that I'd want to have sex because i wanted the O - even though my body, at that moment, could care less. Does that make sense?

Then about this time last year, I started having the inverse issue. Some of my desire came back. I spontaneously decided to get on dating websites, starting coming here again more frequently and actually started finding people (mostly men, but an occasional woman here and there) TO actually HAVE SEX WITH.

Great...I get in the mood - and my orgasms are nowhere to be found. Nada, zip, zilcha, nuffin. I kept going out on dates, because it was really nice to have a tongue on my nipples and a cock in my cunt again. The actual ACT of sex was nice and fulfilling. But it got to the point that I started telling my partners up front that I seemed to have CD - clit dysfunction. And that it wasn't their fault but it really was okay for them to stop rubbing when I said so. I really didn't want to be rubbed raw.

I've posted about this a number of times, but I think it's good to put it in several places and often. I talked to my doctor about my case of CD. This is one really nice thing about having a male GYN. He's dedicated to making sure 'she' is ready, available and good shape for when you want to start using her again. Anyway, he ran a hormone panel on me, and low and behold, my testosterone was low. And the off 'brand' treatment for it is testosterone pellets every three months. Apparently, their office has a thriving practice because there are so many women that have this issue.

So, I'm delighted to report that I'm in my 3rd quarter having pellets, and intercourse wise, I'm feeling very close to what I felt like in my 30s. I'm waiting for some of the other benefits of testo to kick in like weight loss and reduced brain fog. But that can be as long as 12-18 months. The down side is that I might be getting more break through headaches, so that's on the docket to talk about in May.

So that was a longer answer than you wanted, I'm sure
You kinda mushed two parts together.
 
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