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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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