I previously confessed how much I enjoyed and remember my fwb with an oral cum fetish. It was dirty. This time I’m confessing about another woman that holds a prominent place in my penis’s heart (ok, ok I admit she has a place in my heart too). A wonderful, cute, vibrant woman that loved cum deep in her more than I thought was possible. It’s not nearly as dirty, but it’s still hot.
Our relationship ended a year ago. I was 41 and she 34. She was simultaneously gorgeous and cute. She’s Chinese, short, and had a contagious smile. She is funny, silly, and has a cute, slightly squeaky voice.
There isn’t one part of a woman that I fixate on. An elegant shoulder, pert nipple, toned back, or mischievous smirk; I love it all. And in truth, a partner’s eyes may be the sexiest part of all. That said, she had g cup breasts (I’m guessing) that were so soft and smooth and perfectly round that I could touch them for days. If you could pick one pair of boobs in the world to fall asleep on, these are the boobs. The rest of her I can only describe as…fertile. She was a jean skirt and flannel kind of woman. And it worked for her. In a word, she was great.
She lived a few hours away so we would meet for a long weekend every 3-4 weeks. And in over a year of this arrangement I only came outside of her once.And that was only after some strong coercion. When I’d arrive I wouldn’t even have time to slap her ass, pick her up, or any other sundry options. She would immediately lead me to the bed, lay back with her legs wide open, and start slowly kneading her breasts. And in that cute voice she would tell me she needed me in her. As I kissed her, kissed her neck, sucked on her nipples she would feverishly guide my cock into her. Until, with a gasp she stretched open and I was in. Staring into each other’s eyes for a moment, savoring in, as I pulsed in her. And then she would grab my ass and wrap her legs around me as I began to thrust. Her moans were wonderful. But her little cries for my cum always drove me over the top. As I stiffened and came deep in her, her back would arch and her head would flop back. And when she relaxed and looked back up she would look drugged, delirious, and very happy. And she would keep her legs around me. Holding me in. Knowing I often stay hard. But if I didn’t, she just wanted me in her. And even though she was small, good luck trying to get away. She said her spirit animal was a koala. I believe her.
If she was on top she would lay her head on my shoulder or chest afterwards. Her breasts warm against me. My hand in her long hair and soft against her head. Our sex dripping down. We would talk, laugh, and nap like that. Her warmth softly enveloping me. Until she felt me growing inside her again. Lengthening. Hardening. Pushing against her.? And she would squeeze her breasts. Putting first one nipple in my mouth and then the next until I grabbed her ass and she would slowly begin to ride.
In short, she almost always had her arms or legs wrapped around me. Wanting. Needing. But never demanding. We would go out for brunch or a walk in the park in the morning. We would spend all day in bed in a sensual haze; the sun and breeze coming through her gauze curtains adding to the ethereal experience.The world felt far away and we were rapturous in our bubble of giggles and skin soft against skin; my cock and my semen nearly constantly in her. No phones. No email. No Netflix. Just us. And then out for drinks and dinner. She would love to feel and smell my cum dripping down her thighs when we were out. It was a thrill for her. But mainly, she just wanted me in her. It was like a drug to her. Wanting to milk me as many times as possible. Load after load. And she was very, very good at milking me.
Occasionally we would drop the sensuality for a day of hot, hard fucking. I’d tell her that her little pussy was mine and I was going to breed it. That I was going to take it over and over, flooding her with my seed until I knocked her up. And I would throw her around, grabbing, pulling, grunting, and thrusting as she yelled that her pussy was mine. To take her. To fill her. It triggered the most primal parts of me and I would fuck hard all day and night. Pounding away as if impregnating her was my only desire.
Of course, we desperately didn’t want any pregnancies and we would cuddle and giggle in between rounds of foul mouthed but very hot sex.
By Sunday she would be sore and swollen tight. And I would lick her softly and slowly until entry was possible. I would have gladly given her oral, and to orgasm, at anytime. And she enjoyed being licked. But for her, it was preparation for receiving my cum. Hours later, a quick kiss at the door, and we would do it all again several weeks later.
I always wondered what she thought of on Sunday nights. If it sounds like a weird relationship, it was. But it was a mix of sweet, primal, and passionate that was amazing. Knowing that someone wants your sex, your fluids, your essence in them time and time again. Clinging to you closely in between. That they want every drop that you have to give deep in them. I confess, it’s hot.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iqyb8g/its_friday_afternoon_and_i_m_havent_done_any_real