M was a soft hearted nerd, and a passionate lover. He was kind and sweet and gentle. M was tall, 6ft 5, and kind of shy and awkward at first when we dated. I knew he was the sort of man that I could fall in love with easily. He was different to the dangerous, laddish types who I had wasted so much time with before. He was a breath of fresh air. He was interested and interesting. He liked my confidence and inquisitive nature; it put him at ease. He loved how confident I was sexually, and would often comment on my naughty streak that I would occasionally hint at. I didn’t want to tell him about my dark past with BDSM or swinging. I figure that men love girls with lower mileage and it’s sometimes okay to be economical about the truth.
I didn’t want to ruin things with M. I loved his warmth and lack of ego. He was a total catch, and the nice thing about him was that he didn’t know it. After some time innocently dating and making out, he invited me to stay the night at his place. This was to be the first time we had sex.
“Shall I shut the door?” he said, as we kissed.
“Yes,” I smiled, holding onto his belt and taking him to the bed. We kissed and he ran his hands through my hair, all over my body. I grinded on top of him, lightly rubbing against his crotch and kissing his neck.
This first time had that nice imperfection to it that happens when people care. It was clumsy; he struggled to undo my bra. I got on my knees to taste his cock that I was craving, and began sucking him hard and slapping his dick across my face. I deep throated him, locking his eyes with mine.
This first time had that nice imperfection to it. He struggled to undo my bra. He kissed the side of my neck; I loved the way his beard felt against my neck, it sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my nipples just that little bit too hard to be uncomfortable, and I clumsily climbed my way onto his bed.
His kisses followed my body all over and he ran his hands over my hips. I laid on the bed and watched him as I spread my legs. He went down on me for so long, building up so much tension. His technique was light and gentle but felt so good. It was inevitable that he would eventually make me cum. He didn’t mind how long it took.
The next morning I woke up naked in his arms with my head on his chest. He stroked my body. I noticed how hard he was. I turned and sat on top of him.
“How do you like to be touched?” he asked me, locking his fingers around mine as I sat on top of him naked with the sheets around me.
“I’ll show you,” I replied, smiling.
I slowly guided his hands onto my breasts, encouraging him to grip them tight.
“My nipples are sensitive”, I said, as his fingers gently circled them. “They really are,” he observed, as they began to get hard to the touch.
I then slowly guided one of his hands down towards my thigh. “I love being stroked here.”
He took the initiative to stroke my inner thighs, up and down, gently. He was eager to learn and please.
After some teasing of my inner thigh I took his hand again and guided it towards my most sensitive area. I smiled. "This feels good,” I said, getting him to stroke the area surrounding my shaven pussy.
“I know where this is going,” he said, smiling. I encouraged him to feel around the area, to slowly rub past the area over my lips, to circle my clit gently. I held his fingers and directed them towards the opening.
He put two fingers inside me. I moaned. “Hook your fingers around,” I whispered. “That’s good. Hold them there.” I was starting to get wet and excited by this game I had invented.
“So they are the places you like to be touched?” He said, his fingers inside me, his other hand massaging my clit.
He knew I hadn’t finished my lesson. “Well… not quite,” I cheekily responded, grinding up and down. I loved anal, but wasn’t quite sure if M shared my love. I decided to test the water.
I took his fingers out of my pussy and guided them to the sensitive area between my pussy and asshole. I held his finger onto my asshole.
“There too”, I giggled, quickly pulling his hands away after.
“I love having my bum touched,” I said with some innocence, distracting him from that confession. I guided his hands onto my cheeks and encouraged him to squeeze both of them.
I was grinding my pussy against his hard cock and staring deep into my eyes with his hands on me. I was teasing.
“What would you like me to do?” he said, as his hands still gripped firmly onto my ass.
“Will you fuck me like you did last night?” I requested.
“I’d love that,’ He obliged, as I guided his hard shaft into me slowly.
“I’ve just remembered something else I like” I whispered into his ear, as I slowly rode him up and down.
“What’s that?” he responded, gripping onto my cheeks, just as I liked it.
I leaned back and took his hand, and made him slap one of my cheeks.
“I know that’s naughty,” I said.
He smiled with some intrigue.
I continued to ride him and would moan whenever he thrusted himself deep inside me. Occasionally he would deliver a sharp spank to my cheeks. I loved it.
He would alternate with the different ways that I had taught him, sometimes touching my clit in exactly the right way, other times gripping onto my ass, my breasts, or holding onto my hips. He used exactly the right pressure and speed when he fucked me the morning after. It was like he knew exactly what pressure and depth I needed this time.
We fucked and he would occasionally tell me to “slow down” as he approached orgasm on a couple of occasions. I loved how much he cared about my pleasure. He wanted to last longer in bed. I came hard for him on top, which was his favourite position. It quickly became mine, too.
I’ve decided that making love is different to fucking. When me and M had sex, it didn’t feel as if we were just fucking. It was more than that. I am a believer that great sex is about giving and receiving, and can be learned. One of the exciting things about relationships is getting to know the other persons tastes and preferences over time.
So my questions for redditors: 1.What do you think the difference is between fucking and making love? 2.What is different/better about sex in a relationship compared to casual sex? 3.What are YOUR 'morning after' sexy stories? ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2empex/the_morning_after_mf_and_a_question_for_readers