Ladies, describe your best sexual experience
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Strixaluco
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That's a fucking hard question (pun intended!) - because all the best experiences have made me delirious with passion. Not really a state to make detailed memories in! It is also more than 15 years since the very best...
First of all, it starts with a man to whom my body responded to very strongly. When we had just me he didn't need to even do anything to make my heart beat faster, just being next to him was enough for that. We had spent the weekend at a rented cottage (fucking like rabbits) and had come back to his place at Sunday evening. It was in the middle of the summer.
I suppose we had eaten dinner first before we sat down on the couch and his hands started to wander around my body. He had just the perfect way of touching. Not so light that it would tickle, but not that it would've felt like massage, either. And he didn't neglect all the various erogenous zones around my body. I mean, there are plenty. Half my back is erogenous, my calves, forearms, not to even speak about the neck or inner thighs... While we kissed, his hands moved along, keeping the suspension - just what will he do next? I was soaking way before he got into my crotch. It was always that way with him, he never ever touched my pussy dry.
Somewhere along the way we got rid clothes, at least mine. He lay me down across his lap, and his fingers did wonders in my cunt. Don't ask how many times I came at that stage alone - I was trashing, delirious, without any control of my body like a ragdoll, unable to speak even one single syllable. Certainly more than once, though. Finally he carried me into the bedroom, lit some candles there and made love to me. No fucking, making love. Taking time to savour the feeling together before picking up speed. He was a one-shot man and with no exceptional stamina, but at that point it really didn't matter anymore. Probably missionary, it worked best for us, kissing along the way until I started trashing again.
Now we had to use a condom, although it would've been even better if we could have been able to omit that. But we fell asleep spooning afterwards, there's no better way to sleep than in the arms of a good man.
First of all, it starts with a man to whom my body responded to very strongly. When we had just me he didn't need to even do anything to make my heart beat faster, just being next to him was enough for that. We had spent the weekend at a rented cottage (fucking like rabbits) and had come back to his place at Sunday evening. It was in the middle of the summer.
I suppose we had eaten dinner first before we sat down on the couch and his hands started to wander around my body. He had just the perfect way of touching. Not so light that it would tickle, but not that it would've felt like massage, either. And he didn't neglect all the various erogenous zones around my body. I mean, there are plenty. Half my back is erogenous, my calves, forearms, not to even speak about the neck or inner thighs... While we kissed, his hands moved along, keeping the suspension - just what will he do next? I was soaking way before he got into my crotch. It was always that way with him, he never ever touched my pussy dry.
Somewhere along the way we got rid clothes, at least mine. He lay me down across his lap, and his fingers did wonders in my cunt. Don't ask how many times I came at that stage alone - I was trashing, delirious, without any control of my body like a ragdoll, unable to speak even one single syllable. Certainly more than once, though. Finally he carried me into the bedroom, lit some candles there and made love to me. No fucking, making love. Taking time to savour the feeling together before picking up speed. He was a one-shot man and with no exceptional stamina, but at that point it really didn't matter anymore. Probably missionary, it worked best for us, kissing along the way until I started trashing again.
Now we had to use a condom, although it would've been even better if we could have been able to omit that. But we fell asleep spooning afterwards, there's no better way to sleep than in the arms of a good man.
