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Foreplay and Moreplay
By NixPixer Helen Bed about Pussy Barber!
My boyfriend is a really sexy guy. It's not his looks, or the size
of his prick that makes him that way either. For looks, he's pretty
average. "Paul" is 36, about 5'9" and has a few pounds he could do
without, brown hair & eyes, and a smile I have to call "knowing".
In the size department, he's average again, about seven inches (give
or take a little), and about 3 inches around. Not huge, not small,
but nice.
So, you may be asking, why is he so sexy? Well, its his attitude
about sex, especially about pleasing me, that gets me going. He
seems to go out of his way to let me know that he wants me, and
sometimes this takes place at the oddest times. Too, he appreciates
things I do for him. He always tells me my cooking is great, even
if I burned the chicken, and he massages my neck after a hard day.
He likes to nibble my neck, under my long blonde hair, and he tells
me that my hair smells good. Then his strong arms wrap around me as
if he's protecting me from danger, and I feel warm, happy and safe
with him.
Its all in his attitude. Sometimes his attitude is that I'm a lady
and should be treated as such, and others, he treats me as if I'm
the most wanton wench in the country. Just the other day, after
staining some cabinets, he suggested we take in a movie. After we
showered and got ready to go out, Paul came over to me while I was
sitting on the bed. I'd just put on my pantyhose, and had slipped
my arms into my bra. He had me hold my bra open for him while I
sucked his dick, and then he jerked off on my breasts. No sooner
had he shot his hot sperm on my breasts than he hooked the bra in
front and settled it over my breasts, telling me that I'd have
something to think about until we got back from the movie. Wow!
Did I EVER think about that! All through the movie, I kept thinking
about him coming on my breasts, especially every time I saw a woman
wearing a low-cut evening gown or blouse in the movie. Would he
like me to wear that? Would he shoot on my exposed flesh, leaving a
warm, thick pool of his semen between my tits to slowly leak down
the front of my dress? As you can see, he sometimes makes me crazy
with his little tricks.
He says this is what he calls "moreplay". Something you do to your
mate that keeps them thinking about later -- the anticipation. He's
done other things too, that keep me thinking of later. He called me
at work one day, and told me that he wanted me to come over that
night, and wear only a tee-shirt of his and a smile. He said he'd
leave a shirt on the bed, and that it would be "specifically
tailored" for me. That left a lot of room to think about. What did
he mean "tailored"? Tight fitting? Loose? V-necked? I didn't get
a lot of work done that day, but when I got to his place, I used my
key and found the shirt alright. There was a note that told me to
shower and put on the shirt, then I should relax and wait for him to
arrive about seven pm. The shirt was a plain, white tee-shirt, with
a v-neck. He'd cut two small circles out just where my nipples
would be, and he also cut out the stomach and back areas below my
breasts but above my pussy. It was like wearing a VERY short cotton
dress that bared my body sinfully. I put it on, and waited for his
arrival. At seven I was rubbing myself all over, thinking about how
sexy I'd look for him. I did give special attention to my makeup,
being sure to not put it on too heavy or too fancy, but just enough
to make me look soft and sensual. Seven-thirty and still no Paul.
I was fingering myself in frustration, keeping myself hot and ready.
Seven forty he came in, his eyes drinking in my sexy looks. His
kiss was one of fiery passion and his hands cupped my ass hard. He
asked me to pour us some wine and he put away his things. When he
sat on the sofa, he pulled me to his lap and kissed me again,
warmly, sensually. Then, he said we'd sit and watch a movie
togetherr! The movie was a good R-rated one, steamy and sensual in
what it DIDN'T show. By the time it was over, I'd both cooled off,
and gotten more aroused. I didn't want an orgasm, I wanted to feel
sensual. He and I went to bed, and I wasn't disappointed!
The other thing that I love about Paul is that he genuinely likes to
give head. He loves licking my pussy for a long time. That night,
described above, he gave me three orgasms with his tounge, and spent
almost an hour just eating me and using his hands to excite me. The
way he sensually explores my body with his lips, tounge, and hands
keeps me floating in a sexy, sensual haze that lasts and lasts. He
cuddles too, which many men don't do. After I come, he'll hold me
and keep me warm, but still uses his hands to tell me how sexy he
thinks I am.
Then there are those nights when he gets so aroused that he can't
control his thoughts. Those are the nights I get to enjoy letting
go, and being his total, wanton slut. One night, we turned the heat
way up, and we 69'd and got each other really hot. Then, he wanted
me to lay on my stomach, facing him, and beg him to let me suck his
cock. I did, writhing and licking my lips, begging for him to come
in my mouth, to let me suck his cock. I used such nasty and lewd
words that I surprised myself at how slutty I could be. Then, after
he came in my mouth (which I don't mind by the way, although I
prefer it in my pussy), he told me to kneel on the bed and tell him
what I wanted. I was very hot, and my pussy was aching for his
tounge. I told him that I wanted to hear him beg me to eat my
pussy. Once he started, I thought I'd come just from hearing his
lewd begging. He said he wanted to shove his tounge up my cunt and
lap up my come, and then he wanted me to rub my sopping wet twat all
over his chest and cock, then make him suck me until I came in his
face. That was so crude, lewd, and hot!!! No pretense, no
romanticizing, just "let me taste your hot pussy and feel it all
over me" kind of lust. I came alright, five times! I was so
exhausted that I could hardly move in the morning.
He is more sexually experienced than I am, and much more
uninhibited. He can get me aroused, just by whispering in my ear
what he wants to do later that night, like massaging me with a fur
mitten. This evokes images of me just laying back and letting him
please my senses until I can't stand it and grab him, or until I
drift off to sleep, totally relaxed and confident that he won't get
mad if I do (he really doesn't and he curls up and holds me).
He gets a little carried away sometimes too. Like the night we were
driving back from San Francisco, and he asked me if I would get
myself off for him, right there in the car! He coaxed me, and after
a few minutes, I began to finger myself under my dress. The dress
got hiked up, and my panties came off about five minutes later. He
kept telling me how hard he was, and how much he wanted to lick me
then fuck me. I was watching him, and he kept his attention on the
road somehow, only glancing over at me occasionally. Traffic wasn't
too heavy, but he was driving after all. He told me to put a finger
inside my pussy and let him taste it. His tounge was so sensual and
erotic licking my wet finger. I did that several times, getting
hotter and hotter each time. Then it was two fingers, then three,
which really started to get tight. He told me that no one could
hear me if I yelled or screamed, and to let loose when I came. He
really wanted to hear me come. Well, I was so hot, and he looked so
calm and collected, like I was just sitting there crocheting or
something. He said he could tell by my breathing and the speed of
my hands that I was ready to come. When I did, I yelled as loud as
I dared, which it turned out was quite loud. It sounded like
someone had yelled loudly from the back seat, but it was my own
voice. I came for what seemed like long minutes, my body shaking
and arching up off the seat, my fingers pinned against my exposed
pussy by my clenched legs. Afterwards, he told me to use my panties
to clean myself up with, and then he put them in his coat pocket! I
rode all the way home, about 30 miles, with my pussy uncovered and
the aroma of sex hanging heavily in the car.
As I said, he's really sexy, and its his attitude. He's inventive,
and creative, as well as unpredictable. I know he'll never do
anything that will hurt me or embarrass me, at least not
intentionally. We did get caught by my room mate one night when he
was eating me while I sat on the kitchen table. Paula walked in
(we'd forgotten to lock the apartment door) and her eyes got very
wide. She took it in stride, excusing herself and going to her room
just as quick as she could. I was so embarrassed I could've died!
When Paula heard us turn on the TV, after we cleaned up, she came
out and said that she was sorry to have interrupted. Paul said it
was our fault (not locking the door), and that I was the one
embarassed. After he left, Paula apologized again and then wanted
all the details of how good he was in bed. If she only KNEW!!
Reading back over this, I may have given you the impression that I'm
some sort of slut or sex-fiend. The truth is that I'm normal, just
like everyone else, and I've met a guy who knows how to arouse my
carnal desires. We don't fall into bed every night, nor have sex
all the time. Some nights we just go to sleep together (more often
than not) without having sex. But when we do get going, we really
take off and enjoy it. He's teaching me to treat sex not as
something nasty, but as something that gives pleasure, and he's
willing to give me as much as he can. Of course, he gets it back,
just as good as I can give it to him too. In the meantime, we shoot
knowing little glances at each other, or he touches me in a way that
reminds me of our intimate moments. That is what really makes me
"want" him.
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