There are two kinds of intercourse for me: carnal and passionate. Carnal sex is purely for pleasure and being able to say you had a stimulating night with a warm body. No matter what you say to others though, it tears your up inside, requiring the difficult task of separating your feelings from your actions.
Passionate intercourse, on the other hand, pleases both the mind and the body. In these instances you are stimulated on multiple levels, truly enjoying the chase, and the moment where you get to taste the other person. You're able to give each other a 5 star treatment and can walk away with no regrets.
I've had many experiences of both kinds. After all, who doesn't love a good fuck? One man in particular stands out. We knew each other for six years. Six years of illicit moments and discovering what gave us pleasure. He was German, and I knew that even after not seeing each other for months, we could still pick up right where we left off.
It was the holiday season, I hadn't seen him in a year and we were both home visiting family. It started off with an invitation to spend New Year's Eve at my place. I was lonely, eager to see him and share my body with someone familiar. He arrived at dusk, cold, his warm blue eyes shining with the knowledge of what had yet to happen. We started off shopping for the ingredients to satisfy our stomachs. Strolling through the isles, our fingers grazed each other in promise of more back at my place.
Once home, the sun had set, our meal cooking on the stove. Our conversation grew more intimate. Taking his time he came up behind me, running his hands down my arms, gently kissing the back of my neck. I turned to face him; holding him close I could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Diner was consumed and we were finally ready to pursue what we really wanted. I led him upstairs, holding his hand, enticing him to join me. A single light shone upon us in bed as we shared our warmth on the cold night.
He was lean, muscled with an athletic body that could not give anything but satisfaction. He smelled of familiarity. Kisses covered my face and neck; gentle at first, but growing in intensity as his arousal guided his actions. Eager for things to continue I ran my hands across his chest, caressing the skin lightly with my fingertips. I could feel shivers of pleasure as he responded to me. He positioned himself over me, his breath growing more ragged as I gave him a knowing smile, anticipating his next move. He pulled my shirt off, revealing my breasts encased in a risque black lace bra. Curious if the top matched the bottom, he slid off my leggings to expose my matching panties.
It seemed only fair he be in the same state as I. My fingers unbuckled his jeans and slid them on to the floor. He was now naked above me, a trail of soft dark hair tracing a suggestive path down his stomach to his manhood, which was now ready for me. He teased my clit, making my back arch in pleasure. With one swift motion he pushed into my tight, wet pussy, giving us both what we wanted. I came again and again, unable to control myself as I enjoyed his hard cock, eager to feel him cum. Within minutes he released his hot load inside of me and collapsed next to me in the bed, dripping in sweat from our exertions. We looked at each other with utter satisfaction.
Unlike most men that I've been with, he lay next to me for hours, treasuring me. It was a New Year's I'll always remember, full of promises for the next time and old acquaintances.
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