Pleasure_Fan
Really Experienced
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- Feb 20, 2011
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Good? Bad?? Indifferent? This is (anachronistically) one of my first sexual experiences. As such, I couldn't write it in the here and now, and had to do it in a sort of 19th century dream state... Constructive criticism welcomed!!! And appreciated 
It's late but I am so restless I cannot sleep. My lips tingle, and other parts of me as well. I am not sure what is happening, this is something that nobody has ever spoken of. I feel alone, and scared, and excited all at once. Something flourishes inside me and I know not what it is...
My mind goes back to earlier in the day. I am still not sure exactly what happened, only that I loved it, and should not. I feel so guilty, and yet I can't bring myself to care... I was in the garden, reading the latest Henrik Ibsen translation that would earn me my father's harshest harangue should I be discovered. I leaned back against the shade tree and wondered, as I listened to the birds sing and the bugs hum... I let my mind wander and the images that filled it were exciting, and yet confusing - blurred - as I know not how to culminate the burning scenes that bloom there...
I waken slowly and you are behind me, your hand on my neck, caressing softly, moving gently over my exposed flesh. It feels nice, a velvety feeling in my head, nothing to alarm me at first. I lean back against you more, and my head falls back, exposing to you the square neck of my dress and the tops of my breasts, pushed high and firm, covered only by the faintest of gauze... I still do not start, as I know you, dream of you even, and in my fugue I only smile. It's all you need. Your hand drops to my breast and it feels electric, trailing luscious, liquid, shocking pleasure over my skin. I cannot break away, don't want to, though I know I should. But you lean forward and kiss me, slowly spreading that fire to my lips. When your tongue peeks into my mouth I am hopelessly yours - my will to resist is long forgotten...
You tease my lips mercilessly, igniting a fire in me that burns hot on many fronts. I couldn't possibly stop you if I wanted. I'm shocked when you slowly stand and, looking me full in the eye the while, and without saying a word open your clothes and reveal to me that which has been the object of my unknown and nebulous desires for such a long time... You slide your fingers into my hair and the back of my head, and slowly bring it to my lips...
A raging, burning fire battles in me now. I know I should resist and fight but I cannot fight both you, and myself... I give in. Looking up to your eyes for guidance, I open my mouth and let you in.
I feel the softness of you, soft as your lips were at first - yielding and hot. I kiss as you kissed me, because I am not sure what to do. My tongue comes forward as yours did, and I love the feel of your suppleness against my tongue. I close my eyes and begin to lose touch with my surroundings, with the world, with everything beyond the realm of my bonfires and my growing connection with you. Your cock starts to change, to grow, to harden. I savor this yet again - suppleness changes to smoothness, to heat, to rippled reward for me to enjoy. Instinct takes over and I know what I want to do, know what you want me to do though you don't say a word. I begin to try and engulf you, surround you, take all of you in my mouth - it completes me and yet stretches me to new lengths of void that need to be filled. I reach up and touch you and I hear you groan, hear you speak pure pleasure with no words and it fills me with joy, and with power - a new taste to my lips and I like it well.
I grasp you firmly and instinct makes me suck, softly at first, experimenting. You groan again and push forward - your breath coming in quick bursts and a low moan starting in you that I recognize as a catalyst, though for what I am not yet sure. Your hand tightens at the back of my head and suddenly you let go - both from your cock and from your lips. I can see ecstasy in your closed eyes. I drink what I have earned, and I know what I have done both pleases you and holds power over you. I savor the sweet taste of both in my soul as you come back to earth.
As soon as it is over I want it again - want to increase it, enhance it, to grow. I want to perfect it, to learn its secrets and master this new found power that I have only just discovered, this incredible magic that surrounded me unknown until this moment. I marvel at the magnitude of it, at the raw power that exists for me now – that exists in all things, I can see. I cannot believe that I was so blind, so ignorant only moments before. Now the world has changed, and I move with it.
You watch my epiphany, and when I turn to you I find you ready. You strip me of my clothes, of my old self, and watch as I begin anew. I push you back on the soft earth under the tree in the garden and smile over you, a smile of greed, glee, lust and pleasure… I take your cock in my mouth but slowly this time, and with purpose. Exploring every ridge, every valley, every pulsing point I slowly survey your terrain and unconsciously mark to memory each groan, each sharp intake of breath, each action rewarded and rebuffed.
Your cock grows large in my mouth again, and I wrap my hands around it lightly and explore. I can tell from your reaction that I am getting much better at this. Your cock seems huge now, an entity unto itself as I kneel and worship you in the afternoon shade. My lips and tongue become one with your cock, feeling the pleasure you feel, feeling the heat and the stinging tingle that I know grasps your cock along with my mouth. I pull back all the way until the swollen head emerges from my lips, then squeeze it lightly in the top of my fist. My hand moves back down your cock and my mouth follows it, the pressure from my hand and mouth playing tag down your shaft.
I find you not so easily conquered this time, and I redouble my efforts. I find myself moaning over your cock, and the vibration and my obvious delight increase the effects I am having on you. My head moves up and down over you now, and some instinct makes me grab the base of your cock and push my hand down in to your abdomen ever so softly. I can see the effect it is having on you, and I increase the pressure. I crave the reward I have learned to claim so recently, and without realizing it I find that I am sucking you – sucking your cock towards my ends. I sense the change in you I have been waiting for and I increase my efforts. I look up at you and can see you are there, and I have won.
It's late but I am so restless I cannot sleep. My lips tingle, and other parts of me as well. I am not sure what is happening, this is something that nobody has ever spoken of. I feel alone, and scared, and excited all at once. Something flourishes inside me and I know not what it is...
My mind goes back to earlier in the day. I am still not sure exactly what happened, only that I loved it, and should not. I feel so guilty, and yet I can't bring myself to care... I was in the garden, reading the latest Henrik Ibsen translation that would earn me my father's harshest harangue should I be discovered. I leaned back against the shade tree and wondered, as I listened to the birds sing and the bugs hum... I let my mind wander and the images that filled it were exciting, and yet confusing - blurred - as I know not how to culminate the burning scenes that bloom there...
I waken slowly and you are behind me, your hand on my neck, caressing softly, moving gently over my exposed flesh. It feels nice, a velvety feeling in my head, nothing to alarm me at first. I lean back against you more, and my head falls back, exposing to you the square neck of my dress and the tops of my breasts, pushed high and firm, covered only by the faintest of gauze... I still do not start, as I know you, dream of you even, and in my fugue I only smile. It's all you need. Your hand drops to my breast and it feels electric, trailing luscious, liquid, shocking pleasure over my skin. I cannot break away, don't want to, though I know I should. But you lean forward and kiss me, slowly spreading that fire to my lips. When your tongue peeks into my mouth I am hopelessly yours - my will to resist is long forgotten...
You tease my lips mercilessly, igniting a fire in me that burns hot on many fronts. I couldn't possibly stop you if I wanted. I'm shocked when you slowly stand and, looking me full in the eye the while, and without saying a word open your clothes and reveal to me that which has been the object of my unknown and nebulous desires for such a long time... You slide your fingers into my hair and the back of my head, and slowly bring it to my lips...
A raging, burning fire battles in me now. I know I should resist and fight but I cannot fight both you, and myself... I give in. Looking up to your eyes for guidance, I open my mouth and let you in.
I feel the softness of you, soft as your lips were at first - yielding and hot. I kiss as you kissed me, because I am not sure what to do. My tongue comes forward as yours did, and I love the feel of your suppleness against my tongue. I close my eyes and begin to lose touch with my surroundings, with the world, with everything beyond the realm of my bonfires and my growing connection with you. Your cock starts to change, to grow, to harden. I savor this yet again - suppleness changes to smoothness, to heat, to rippled reward for me to enjoy. Instinct takes over and I know what I want to do, know what you want me to do though you don't say a word. I begin to try and engulf you, surround you, take all of you in my mouth - it completes me and yet stretches me to new lengths of void that need to be filled. I reach up and touch you and I hear you groan, hear you speak pure pleasure with no words and it fills me with joy, and with power - a new taste to my lips and I like it well.
I grasp you firmly and instinct makes me suck, softly at first, experimenting. You groan again and push forward - your breath coming in quick bursts and a low moan starting in you that I recognize as a catalyst, though for what I am not yet sure. Your hand tightens at the back of my head and suddenly you let go - both from your cock and from your lips. I can see ecstasy in your closed eyes. I drink what I have earned, and I know what I have done both pleases you and holds power over you. I savor the sweet taste of both in my soul as you come back to earth.
As soon as it is over I want it again - want to increase it, enhance it, to grow. I want to perfect it, to learn its secrets and master this new found power that I have only just discovered, this incredible magic that surrounded me unknown until this moment. I marvel at the magnitude of it, at the raw power that exists for me now – that exists in all things, I can see. I cannot believe that I was so blind, so ignorant only moments before. Now the world has changed, and I move with it.
You watch my epiphany, and when I turn to you I find you ready. You strip me of my clothes, of my old self, and watch as I begin anew. I push you back on the soft earth under the tree in the garden and smile over you, a smile of greed, glee, lust and pleasure… I take your cock in my mouth but slowly this time, and with purpose. Exploring every ridge, every valley, every pulsing point I slowly survey your terrain and unconsciously mark to memory each groan, each sharp intake of breath, each action rewarded and rebuffed.
Your cock grows large in my mouth again, and I wrap my hands around it lightly and explore. I can tell from your reaction that I am getting much better at this. Your cock seems huge now, an entity unto itself as I kneel and worship you in the afternoon shade. My lips and tongue become one with your cock, feeling the pleasure you feel, feeling the heat and the stinging tingle that I know grasps your cock along with my mouth. I pull back all the way until the swollen head emerges from my lips, then squeeze it lightly in the top of my fist. My hand moves back down your cock and my mouth follows it, the pressure from my hand and mouth playing tag down your shaft.
I find you not so easily conquered this time, and I redouble my efforts. I find myself moaning over your cock, and the vibration and my obvious delight increase the effects I am having on you. My head moves up and down over you now, and some instinct makes me grab the base of your cock and push my hand down in to your abdomen ever so softly. I can see the effect it is having on you, and I increase the pressure. I crave the reward I have learned to claim so recently, and without realizing it I find that I am sucking you – sucking your cock towards my ends. I sense the change in you I have been waiting for and I increase my efforts. I look up at you and can see you are there, and I have won.
