New Beginnings

After we were “official” we still waited a while, not for a lack of want, goodness no! We fooled around a lot before we had sex, it was quite amazing really. Our hands would roam, touching and learning all about our future lover’s bodies. There is always something special about that time. I’m mindful of it, as wonderful as the pleasure of the actual act is, that early period is one I treasure. You will never be able to relive those firsts. I enjoy the anticipation, the build up, the desire for that which is still unknown with that lover. I suppose I can’t stress how much I cherish that. It’s hard to define, perhaps you understand it well.

The time we spent together before we had sex was full of lust. He made it quite clear how much he wanted to, frequently, after his fingers dove down and then up into me. Wow, did he work with the tact of a skilled lover! I thought it fantastic and he couldn’t get over it, many a day he spent talking about how good I'd feel, because I "have the tightest pussy!" or that I’m ”Impossibly tight!” he said it often, he was consumed by that. Seemingly more entranced with each session we had. He talked a lot and I loved it, I still do. This gave me an enormous boost, for he has been with so many. This is not him bragging, it's simple fact because of his occupation. I wanted him too, I desired him more than I've wanted anyone, still, I was in no rush.

We'd have sessions where we'd get so worked up together into a delicious frenzy, a finger or two of his, crammed deliciously inside me, moving at a furious pace, at times I felt like a musical instrument being toyed and played with. I enjoyed that idea, I encouraged it. I teased him and fed into his reactions. His want and lust, oh what a rush!

The weekend we finally decided to was one I’ll never forget, he was hooked and I could not get over so many aspects about him. It blew my mind! I have never fancied the actual shape of a penis until I felt his, he is extraordinary, built precisely to please, oh and he does! I so enjoyed all of his many sides, the tenderness and the animal, I almost didn’t know how to handle it all, I was flooded with thoughts and such pleasing feelings. From mid Saturday until Sunday or so, we seemed to spend little time in between sessions, six times over those hours that formed perhaps one whole day. I was certainly sore after and I’m sure he was too. Personally I expanded a lot, I just let it all flow and was game for almost anything. I didn’t want there to be any road blocks. I did not want to be the one to inhibit anything. I stuck to it and while it was all mellow as we were so new to each other, I was happy to have released that side of me. I was able to just enjoy him and us, moving and pushing, feeling, breathing, pressing, warming, wanting…. How awesome, I was also proud of myself for the growth.

I knew at later dates I’d be tested more, at least I had time to prepare myself, to be ready and willing. To let go of the stubborn, often shy, ‘uber-vanilla’ girl I can be.

Ahh! New beginnings! How yummy!