Abstinence

Looking at the date of my previous posting reminds me this has been a quiet month. A few minor health problems and the usual distractions (work, life) have kept our bedroom antics down to a strict minimum. And, like all things, our sex life has its natural ebbs and flows, highs and lows.

So, last night was a welcome return.
We finally found the time, to take our time (if you see what I mean).

A long, slow build up, rediscovering 'forgotten' pleasures.
Gently stoking the embers, rekindling the passion.
So it starts with both protagonists kneeling on a bed, kissing passionately, rubbing scented oils into each other's back. Quite a nice start, don't you agree?A hand that follows gravity's natural pull, until an oily finger slides past her crack to toy with an eager clit, and surprise .. a first orgasm.

Thirty let herself fall to the bed, the remains of an orgasm washing over her. There I was, kneeling in front of her prone body, my taut cock towering over her face. Her look oozed a simmering passion. It was captivating to watch as she slowly cupped my cock and balls in her small hands, and let her tongue run slowly along my length. I stroked her face gently, looking down upon her, witnessing her acts. I gasped at each tease, each lick, each nibble. It wasn't so much what she did, but how she did it.

It was done with such a raw intensity that not surprisingly (its happened before) Thirty took herself to a second orgasm. Those orgasms are always special. They are not due to physical stimulation, but rather due to her own passion worshiping my cock.

Once her head had cleared, she clamped her lips on my cock. I pushed her onto her back, and she dragged my imprisoned cock along. I swivelled around that point of fixation, and lowered my head between her legs. Ah, at last ! I lifted her buttocks and licked deeply into her openness.

Thirty slurped greedily on my cock. Her hands grasped my buttocks, her nails digging in. Her sense of urgency drove my tongue and mouth onwards. No gentle build up for her, alas. The momentum we'd built up allowed her to ride through another pair of orgasms. By then she could take no more. Her clit was buzzing, far too sensitive to touch.

She rolled onto all fours, giving me that beautiful sight of her swaying buttocks. My cock plunged into her wetness. Buried to the hilt, I felt that instant of being one .. of being home. The calm before the storm. Before long, the building pressure in my balls brought me to a standstill. My cock jerked deep inside her, and I swear I felt the torrents of thick sperm shooting forth. Weeks of pent up sexual energy finally released in one of the longest and hardest orgasms I've ever experienced. As the orgasm subdued, my cock, still stiff, itched for more. I grabbed Thirty's hips, and thrusted back and forth, eager for my remaining hardness to give her one parting gift.

With each stroke I felt my cock pushing through a heavy creamy wetness. An added frisson to conclude the evening.

It almost (well, almost ...) makes it worthwhile giving up sex for a month.