At one point, Caveman is lying on his back and I am beside him. Just the anticipation of sex, of him touching me there without being able to move, has me squirming. Makes me wish he was going down on me, giving me oral sex.
The orgasms came really quickly but the disappointment over the speed of attaining them (I get off too fast) was dulled by the sexy, sexy intensity and sensuality of it all.
She has very kindly allowed us to use some of our favourite excerpts from her blog, which you will find below. I pretend my hands are tied behind my head like in a good erotic bondage story and resistance is indeed futile.
Enjoy, Karene Howie Somehow in the process of him leaving for the cave, he let his hands get the better of him and he ended up making exceedingly good use of all that pent up sexual energy I had been generating all day. The ass and pussy fucking settle down while he rattles away on the clit.
I just know something seemed to finger my ass, and something else was kind of softly pushing into the pussy lips and engaging this below-the-clit spot.
It gave this soft, creamy feeling that was really sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places.
Perhaps that's why I'm so eager to try new things now. If it could feel for him anything like it feels for me, he'd have something up there most of the time. I also see how there could be some fisting in our future.I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock.I always assumed it was a poor substitute for the 'real' thing. I'm gradually educating myself and preparing to explore. But when I am all over Caveman in bed and he's bringing me to moan and scream and cum and say funny things, I could definitely see it going that way. In the right heated moment, I could see myself riding that sexy pony. And with Caveman, we've not yet ever come to the sign at the side of the road that says, Ok, Orgasms Done For the Evening. At some point we just have to decide to be done because I never really am. If the right stimulation continues after I cum/scream/moan/gush wetness all over his hands, I keep getting off.That's ignorance and arrogance all rolled into one. I always feared sex toys, particularly ones that get inserted, because I thought I would stretch my vagina to an undesirable size (not sexy / erotic). If his hands stop, the orgasm is actually still sitting right there waiting to shout Boo! At the time, I could not imagine having sex with a woman.