let's talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be

by guest at 08:35 AM on April 12, 2003

Let’s see, my favourite sexual encounter… I’d have to say it was the first time I came from sex itself. See, I don’t come easily, I’m not very well endowed in the clitoral region, so it’s a bit of a challenge for me to get off through straight fucking (or crooked fucking, or angled fucking. I’m just not built properly for it!).

As well, it’s a whole adventure and a half to get me off from oral or manual sex. It’s doable for those who are gifted or who take the time to learn, but not everyone does, depressing as that is.

Anyhow, this one particular boyfriend (I’ll call him Bob) and I had made out on one or two previous occasions, wound up topless, but hadn’t gone any further. We hadn’t been going out very long, but I was really attracted to him and really enjoyed his company (and his hands_ I swear one morning I thought I wouldn’t get my eyes out of the back of my head from the way he was playing with my nipples).

This one evening we were fooling around on his couch, and both of us had wound up topless and were having a blast torturing the hell out of one another. I have a really sensitive neck, and he was taking full advantage of that, while I had a lot of fun playing with his sensitive nipples and nibbling his earlobes.

I love a guy with sensitive nipples, but I digress.

We decided to move things off the couch and into the bedroom, and we left a trail of clothing between the two places. By the time we got into the bedroom, we were both down to our underwear and that was it. I hadn’t planned on any such activities, so I hadn’t shaved in a few days, but I was wearing nice underwear, so it somewhat balanced out.

We hopped up on the bed and he immediately started going down on me. He was driving me crazy, kept getting me close and then moving off my clit and licking about, just teasing me mercilessly. I was alternately moaning and complaining, and finally got fed up and flipped him over to repay the favour.

Now, with a responsive partner and the right kind of encouragement (i.e., of the “Oh God, yes! You’re fantastic at that! I love when you go down on me!”), I have an absolute blast going down on guys. Not only did Bob provide me with the kind of encouragement I like to hear, but his proportions were such that I was looking damn forward to feeling this boy inside of me.

Most of my previous partners had been of average proportions, the odd short or skinny one, one or two longer ones, but for the most part, just average. After all, that’s why they call them average, no? Anyhow, this boy had it made -- long and thick, I alternately drooled and whimpered to look at it. I mean, I’m not exactly of large proportions myself, so I had some minor doubts as to my ability to accommodate him, but I was definitely looking forward to giving it a try. At least a few times.

Once we got crazed enough from teasing one another, we agreed that it was time to move on to the main event. I wound up on the bottom, he on top, and the games began. He felt incredible, I’d never been so stretched, and apparently I was quite tight (as he’d found out and commented on during the earlier festivities, another thing I like to hear). My eyes were rolling back in my head, my fingers were desperately digging trenches into his back and butt, and I could feel this pressure building in my abdomen.

I’d felt something like that before, but nothing ever came of it, so I focused instead on just how the rest of it felt. All of a sudden, my breathing and voice were taken over by someone else and the pressure exploded and I was screaming, I was screaming swear words, praising the Lord, praising Bob, it was amazing.

After it was all over, I started laughing uncontrollably at how I must have sounded, especially after I had told him I didn’t come from sex. For awhile after that, the big challenge was to get me screaming again, never a difficult prospect, for Bob had the mad skillz and the determination to get me off each time.

It led to an awful lot of jokes about knowing winks from his neighbour or the setting off of security alarms at the bank up the street, but damn, was it worth it.