Sunday Morning Blowjob, the Post-op Version

 Fairy Dust, sexy sex  No Responses »
Mar 022012
 

I forgot to mention something important in yesterday’s post about how great I was feeling the weekend after my surgery: The Sunday Blowjob.

Whitman and I have developed a quasi-tradition in our relationship of a good Sunday (usually Sunday morning) blowjob. I love to wake up to the feel of his cock growing hard against my ass, then slide down and take him in my mouth. The way he fills my mouth and then my throat as his erection grows ever thicker makes me even hornier for him.

Sunday Morning Blowjob

The Sunday Blowjob almost always ends up being a total face-fuck, which I love. Whitman will let me play and stroke and suck and lick and tease his cock…until he doesn’t. His hands will make their way to my head, and he holds on tight as he begins to pump faster and harder as I take his cock into my throat and feel the telltale throbbing of impending ejaculation. I smile inside as I feel it coming and swallow it all.

Last Saturday night (2 days after my labiaplasty), as we were getting ready for bed, I told Whitman that I thought I was feeling so good that he should have his Sunday Morning Blowjob the next morning.

I was, and he did. I knelt between his legs and he fucked my face. It didn’t matter that I’m sexually on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Sunday mornings are No Pussy Necessary.

Gag Reflex

 Fairy Dust  4 Responses »
Nov 112011
 

As much as I hate to admit it, it happens sometimes: I gag on Whitman’s cock. Even if I try not to, it’s definitely rather large, and he’s into thrusting, and he’s very powerful, and, well…you know… I think he likes it when I gag, and I like what he likes, I’m just terrified I’ll actually vomit one day.

I’m SO going to try THIS the next time I feel a gag coming on…Stop your gag reflex

WHITMAN Comment: I would kind of like to gag her so hard she does puke up on my cock….but maybe not after pizza.

TWO Wet Spots

 Fairy Dust, sexy sex  9 Responses »
Jun 292011
 

I had an amazing orgasm the other day. It was amazing not because of how long or strong it was, but because of how it came about: I was giving a blowjob. I wasn’t touching myself. (Nor was I humping the bed!)  This was just supposed to be a warm-up teasing blowjob before a little ‘vanilla-ish’ sex…just a little foreplay.

I took off my clothes and  scooched across the bed on my belly to where Whitman was standing naked.  His cock was at perfect mouth level, and half-hard while he waited (what I like to call a “corky” instead of a ‘woody’). I slid his gorgeous cock in my mouth, and as he moaned, he grew harder. I felt myself get instantly wet.  I brought my hands up to the base of his cock while my elbows stayed on the bed, and I must have looked very much like I had my chin in my hands.
Except for the penis in my mouth.

not meWhitman began to slowly slide his cock in and out, fucking my face, but slowly, gently, methodically. I never took my mouth off of him, sliding up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Wet and extra-slippery saliva pooled in my hands, then began to run down my arms. I felt it dripping, and felt my cunt began to throb.  I squeezed my legs a little, pressing myself into the mattress slightly.

I kept sucking, swirling my tongue around the head slightly, but mostly just enjoying the  cock in my face. Whitman picked up the pace a little, then grabbed my hair in each hand, fucking, fucking, fucking… I was SO TURNED on by the way he just fucked my face. In my mind, I became just a fuckhole and a hot, wet, place for him to get his rocks off.

As I had that “fuckhole” thought, Whitman reached down and moved my right hand from his cock to cup his balls. I cupped, I pressed a little on his perineum, I drooled. The puddle under my arms was growing, and my arms were shiny-slick with spit. There was a big wet spot on the bed below my face. Whitman’s cock was soooo fucking hard. He held my hair, he fucked my face, (still steadily and hard, but not roughly), and I had the most AMAZING ORGASM.

I was shocked to feel it coming and even more shocked to feel it happen. (As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a creature of my own masturbating habits, and more often than not, all body parts need to be arranged just so for me to get off.)  Somehow the self-objectification, combined with the steady sucking / face fucking, the spit everywhere, and the pressure of the bed under my clit led to the perfect storm-gasm. This was not quite “thinking off” but close!