Dreamliner
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This, definitely.
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Guys. Tell us how you like it. And like to give it. Blow by blow.
Then the ladies.
Thanks,
Far
Well you did ask so forgive me for the wall of text and the late reply.
My personal favourite when playing on the PYL side of the coin is her on her knees, hands behind her back, looking up with a smile. It has a lot going for it. The dominant posture of me standing and her kneeling makes me feeling regal and makes her look very … words fail me here,
From here it leaves a hell of a lot of possibilities open. Do I want to grab her hair and force the pace? Do I pull away and watch her reach for it? She’s embarrassed by how much she wants it. I laugh, she blushes, she gets cuter, I get harder. Do I want to get her to use just her mouth? Do I want this to be my undoing or is this just foreplay? If I do decide to let her finish me like this, where do I cum? In her mouth? Down her throat? On her face? On her chest?
My hands and arms are free to use what ever implements come to hand, be that for pleasure or for pain or both.
Did I mention the eye contact?
Still on the PYL side but with relation to giving, I aim to tease. I aim to make her beg, to plead and finally to scream “JUST EAT ME DAMN IT!” to which I usually reply “What would you like me to eat?” so I can force those naughty words out of her … and then I go back to teasing. Licking from inner thigh to inner thigh avoiding all the tasty bits until just breathing on her is enough to make her moan for more. Then I pounce.
Start from the bottom with one flat tongued swipe all the way up from taint to clit then back down her opening. Tasting her from her opening doesn’t do much for her, I know that. It’s for me. I love the taste. I love the smell. Only once I’ve had my fill do I move up to the clit.
I’ve never got a sore jaw, only afterwards does my tongue get sore so I can go for as long as you need. Until your chest turns red. Until your leg starts to quiver and shake. If you weren’t tied up you’d be smacking me in the forehead crying “No more!”. I might listen and desist.
More likely I’ll kiss my way up and over your hip, up your waist to your ribs and then to nipple. I will be licking and kissing and nibbling all the way. I will curl up beside you as my fingers wander from knee, to thigh, to inner thigh and then to your open pussy. One finger, then two will be inside you, curling to hit that spot while (assuming I haven’t used those nasty clamps) my mouth will latch onto your breast. Occasionally teeth but mainly lips, suction and tongue will harden and tease, while your cunt gets tighter and wetter.
This will not be a gentle orgasm. You will not crest the hill and plateau into a state of bliss. You will launch, you will soar and you will squirt.
From here we play it by ear. Did two do you in and you need a nap or is a third required? If so, how? From mouth, from toy, from cock? decisions, decisions, decisions. I could ask you but I already know your answer. “I want more.”
When playing on the pyl side of the coin I like being tied up. Simple, on my back, four posts, our very first bondage kit of velcro. It may lack the oomph of the leather cuffs but it’s light and fun with just enough wiggle room to keep things interesting.
It usually starts with a gentle suggestion of “Honey, can you finish what you’re doing and go tie yourself up.”. I never have to be asked twice.
From there it goes one of two ways. Option 1 :
A frantic paced free for all. Occasionally theres wax and ice but mainly it’s making out, nipple biting, hands and oral on me and her straddling my chest masturbating with a toy centimetres away from how far my tongue can reach, or her grabbing my hair and grinding herself into my face until the neighbours think we’re very, very religious.
The end game for me is a three way tie between hand, mouth and her riding me off into the sunset.
Or option 2 :
Much the same as I do to her but she does it better. She’s got more tricks up her sleeve and for once in her life, she’s more patient than I am. Worse yet, she knows it. Every humm, every lick, every suck, every pause. She knows how to get me off, she’s just choosing not to … yet. Begging won’t help me, trust me I’ve tried. I’m at her mercy until she decides to go deep enough or long enough or do that thing with her tongue around the head and we both know it.
The me giving side as a pyl is just as fun, although rarer. It will start like any other night and neither of us have been able to figure out what triggers this mood.
It begins with a question while I’m chopping stuff for dinner. “I’m going for a shower, will you be ready when I get out?”
“Yeah still got to *insert irrelevant food thing*”
“Not what I asked.” and her tone will change. “Will you be ready when I get out?”
The shower runs, the cat is locked in the garage and the food is either chopped at lightening speed or put back in the fridge. I quickly run around and arrange either a pillow or a lambskin for me to kneel on at three locations, the two beds and the couch, although there was that one time on the kitchen counter …
When the shower stops I wait just outside the bathroom door, eyes down, hands clasped in front of me. She’ll step out, grab me by the hair and kiss me savagely, probably leaving me with bruised lips, not that I mind.
When she’s good and ready she’ll give one command. “Down.” To which I’ll drop to my knees and she’ll walk as I crawl to which ever location she’s chosen.
She’ll bring me up to face level, still with a vice like grip on my hair and give her expectations on what is about to follow. That I won’t tease, that I won’t bite, that nipples will be treated as gently as she wants them to be treated (via the tightness of her grip). I expect you to be down there for quite some time. I expect you be down there even if your back starts to hurt or your legs start to cramp. I expect you to be down there until I’m done, until I’ve cum from your tongue licking my clit. All this being said as I’m pushed down her body from neck, to nipples, skipping ribs, tummy and hip (she doesn’t like them being nibbled on in this situation) to her wetness. By now I’m on my knees while she’s on the bed/couch.
I don’t know how long I’m down there and more to the point I don’t care. All I care about is making her make the right noises. Not to brag but I’m pretty good at it but with her hand on the back of my head and filthy words guiding me to just the right spot, with no teasing or detours for tasting, she’s done and shaking in record times.
Then comes the best part … spooning.
Suckling. So comforting.![]()
I was pondering either her using her tongue or getting his cumshot.
Neither. She's going to doze. And wake up and suck again, seeing if he pushes back. Then sleep. Then he will awaken and grow harder inside her mouth, and she will suck instinctively. Because she needs to. Even half asleep. This ebb and flow goes on throughout the night until their ache pulls them out of sleep and he fucks her mouth so sweetly. Slowly. Deeply.

Not erotica.
Memories.
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Who said erotica couldn't encompass non-fiction?
that is hot, but i hope she doesn't bite down...
She might crashD, but then she gets a spanking.

