Seeing as how my sex life has COMPLETLEY ground to a halt… I thought to dive into the ol’ Tickle Trunk and dredge up an old memory or two.
If nothing else, we’ll always have uh, then I suppose.
This one is about Shelley.
How to describe perfection? The perfection that affects you on the primal, cellular level? She had it. I’ll do my best to dive into this. She was a former dancer – about 5’7, maybe about 125 lbs, and with a rock-hard dancer’s body. Zero body fat. Perfect 34B/C tits. Tiny waist. Perfect bell shaped ass. She was white (not that that matters) but had a darker, almost Mediterranean complexion; she always looked tanned & healthy. Not the cold white skin pallor that affects most Canadians in the winter months. She had long brown hair, HUGE eyes, and tiny, delicate, almost elfin features, but was blessed with huge sensual lips with a toothy grin and wide, generous mouth. She honestly could have been a centerfold, a model, anything. She was just physically THAT attractive. She moved with an unconscious, feline grace. I suppose that comes from her years of dancing, but one of the things I loved about her was just watching the way she’d walk across the room. Hips swaying, super feminine, just oozing sex. She just moved so gracefully and sensually – maybe she knew it, but I doubt it. that was just part of her ‘Thing’.
Small back story: We had met about a thousand years ago by now (Yes – I’m old AF). I had known her because she was a foster child my friend’s mom took in, but our age difference was only by a couple of years, so we had become friendly over time, and kept in touch once or twice a year, or when there’d be family dinners and we were both invited etc. I then moved to a different city, and again, every once in a while, we’d talk or exchange an email or something – no biggie. She came to visit me once a long time ago, and a long, VERY long weekend of sex ensued. We were both a lot younger, and as things went, living in different provinces, time & distance took their toll. I moved on with my career, she had her own life where she was – we both eventually had significant others etc., life happens. Anyway. A bunch of years later, She had wound up moving to the west coast where I was, and we got back in touch with each other. Things now, were much, much different.
Here’s just ONE of the stories about us:
She was seeing someone (and their relationship was unfulfilling, and rocky), and we hadn’t been in touch in quite a while – even though we were just across town from each other. Out of the blue, late Saturday afternoon, she popped by one time to my apartment, after she spent a sunny afternoon by herself at Wreck Beach (Vancouver’s awesomely weird, legal nude beach). She was wearing a very light, almost see-through sun dress held up with spaghetti straps, walking around my apartment barefoot, and she had tucked a few bottles of Stella Artois into her purse for her day. She sat on the ledge of my living room window, and warmed herself in the late afternoon sun, and I remember being just entranced, watching her stare out the window, drinking that beer. Her amazing body in that dress. Those were the days.
As it turned out – she hadn’t just randomly stopped by. She had arranged to spend the evening with a girlfriend downtown where I lived, and this gave her the out to come and see me. I didn’t find this out until much later that evening. But it didn’t matter. I was addicted to her. Anyway, we talked, smoked, drank, listened to music, and we were always able to pick up from where we had left off previous. Not only did we have a connection, but the electricity – my god – THE ELECTRICITY. This is why she ‘popped’ by out of the blue. Things turned to things, I offered to cook dinner, and being out of booze, we decided to walk to the beer store at the end of the street to grab a few bottles of wine. I suspected then that it was going to be a long night. She doesn’t drink & drive, and when she drinks – she’s in for the duration. Fuck, I was so turned on, and on pins & needles about what was in store. The night didn’t disappoint.
Dinner was done, conversation was flowing, music playing, a movie on, candles in lieu of lights, I was sitting on the couch, she was sitting on the floor just to the right of me, leaning against my right leg. This also afforded me a view, admiring her hair, her beautiful skin, and of course her cleavage looking down her dress. Her perfect tits – the swell of her breasts. Jesus. We were talking and joking around – but we both knew what was going on, waiting to see how it would start – this time. You could cut the tension with a knife.
Here’s how this particular night started:
I was at the time a salesman, and we often got little sales spiffs from our suppliers; like a desk calendar, or a t-shirt, or some little chatzke. Recently though, they had sent me a little hand-held massager. It had 3 movable rounded ends that rotated, it was manually controlled, but something you could use for your neck on a long flight. She saw it, asked about it, and *Boom* that was how it was going to go!
I dove across the living room, grabbed it and sat back on the couch, explaining the finer points of getting plastic ball massage. ‘Funny’ she said – her neck had been bothering her. ;) Before long, I was applying to her neck, her shoulders, her shoulder blades, up onto the back of her scalp, and I could feel her pressing in closer to me. This took not minutes, but much much longer. Her eyes were closed, and the massage ball went over her back to her shoulders, to her collar bone. My other hand rubbed her shoulder, my fingers stroked her neck, her cheek, and she purred all the way through this. my hands on her shoulder, her collarbone, my fingers just caressing the top of her breast. She moved so she was sitting between my legs by this time. I tossed the massager across the room, and it was my fingers stroking, drawing circles on her skin, my fingertips trailing up and down her sides, through her long, thick hair, just barely caressing the sides of her incredible tits. She pressed against my hands. her arms stroked my legs. The air was thick with our tension and the sex.
I paused massaging her, grabbed a handful of her hair, leaned over and kissed her. I had to do it, or she would have initiated it with me. She’d been waiting for just that. Now, the ONE thing that always made us great was not only the sex, but the kissing. We could communicate I guess is the best way of putting it. Her mouth opened immediately on mine. Our tongues met, touched, danced, and then we knew we couldn’t stop. I still don’t know who was hungrier for whom, and in the past, we’ve spent hours just kissing. Our passion just fucking exploded. She was absolutely perfect.
We kissed. More. I wound up on top of her – she just knew exactly what to do to drive me wild, and return it tenfold. Offering her neck, her mouth, her throat, her tits, grinding her pussy up into my hard cock, grabbing my ass, moaning into my mouth and my ear, she drove me wild. We started kissing on the hardwood floor of the living room, and kept kissing, and grinding, and soon, we were kissing and grinding our way through the living room towards the entrance of my bedroom. It was almost funny when we had to navigate the 90 degree turn into my room, but it was so fucking hot, we both kept going. We kissed on the floor all the way to the foot of my bed. I pulled her to her feet, gazed into her eyes and said ‘I’ve missed you’. She throatily replied ‘I’ve missed you too’, and she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I unzipped her sun dress, and slid the spaghetti straps down off her shoulders, and she slipped left, right, wiggled her amazing hips, and her dress dropped to the floor. Clad only in a g-string a tiny bra, I drank in her perfect body. I fumbled with my belt, and she took my hands away, undid it herself, unzipped my jeans, and falling to her knees, pulled my pants & shorts off in one quick movement. I was standing naked in front of her, and she kissed me on my left, then my right thigh. My cock already hard & erect. I leaned over her and unclasped her bra, she shrugged it off in a second, then, with the streetlights illuminating my dark bedroom, she was on her knees, while not breaking eye contact – took my hard cock in her perfect mouth. FUUUUCCCKK. The sensation of her hot mouth, the amazing chemistry, the desire, the electricity, and the unbreakable eye contact – it just NEVER got any better.
*We once discussed this electricity, and tried to figure out why it was so explosive between us. We mutually agreed that in terms of sex – the reason why it was so good, was a) that we understood each other, and b) if we were having sex with ourselves, we’d know the only way we’d truly want to be touched. If that makes any sense*
I didn’t want to cum yet so I stood her up, lay her down on my bed, and kissed her. I mean really kissed her. I devoured and tongued her whole body – and she did the same back to me. Her perfect, amazing body was laid out and only there for me. I kissed my way down her neck to her perfect 34B tits, and swirled my tongue starting from underneath, right where her breast meets her rib cage, in ever decreasing circles towards her nipple – yet never touching it. I’d breath on it, seeing her puffy nipple get hard and erect from my hot breath, but not touch it. Then I did the same with her other breast. While doing so, my fingers trailed down over her rock hard tummy in between her legs – but never touching her pussy. I added to the sensory input by rising up from her tits, (and nipples I hadn’t touched yet) to her hot mouth, only to be greeted by passionate, hot, tongue filled kissing. She loved to stick her tongue in my ear – I loved doing it back. I’d have her hot breathe and soft moan in my ear, then grab a handful of her hair, and she’d open her mouth to me. I was hers. She was mine. She was fucking perfect.
I kissed over her tits bypassing her nipples (which she was squirming about by now), down over her tummy, down over her pussy, and she could feel my hot breath through her g-string, but I ignored it for the moment, and kept going lower. I kissed her thighs. Her quads. Licked her knees and as I went lower, my thumbs grabbed her g-string and pulled it lower as I went. I kissed my way down to her ankles, and her feet. Barefoot or not, I sucked her big toe. She just about went through the roof. I licked between her toes, kissed my way back up then raised her left leg straight up, kissed and licked and sucked the sensitive spot underneath her kneecap. She gasped. She had her hands in my hair, her hands on my shoulders, trying to pull me up to her beautiful, godpussy which she had carefully shaven with just a tiny landing strip. I allowed her to pull me back up, and kissed my way around her perfect pussy. Ignoring her clit. (Yes, there’s a pattern). I allowed my chin to JUST graze lightly across her pussy lips, stopping for a selfish moment to enjoy the sight, and marvel at her scent, the rose again to kiss her deeply on the mouth, then finally – it was time. Her hips were bucking in the air, she was moaning my name and begging me to fuck her – I didn’t though. What I did was finally snake my hands to her now soaking pussy, and plunge one, then 2 fingers inside of her, and she went bananas. Lying on my side, her mouth on mine. Her legs spread wide, my fingers in her soaking cunt, I finger fucked her. Plunging in and out. Only to withdraw, bring my hands up to our faces – our lips only an inch apart – then I sucked and licked her juices off my fingers, eye contact all the while. she grabbed my head and her tongue eagerly sought mine. She sucked my tongue and we both shared in her amazing taste. My fingers went back down to her amazing pussy, and I did it again, this time though, she intercepted my fingers en route to my mouth, and stuck them in her mouth, sucking & licking them, giving my fingers a blowjob, then offering her tongue to me so we could share here taste. FUCK!
My fingers back down – her legs open, her hips bucking up and down, and this time, bringing my soaking fingers back, I slathered one of her nipples with her juices, then the other, then I FINALLY took her nipple on my mouth, grasped and gently bit it while swirling my tongue over it . It’s the hottest thing on the fucking planet. This is how she and I did things. Time always stood still when we were together.
I moved back down, kissing and licking my way over every inch – now stopping at her tits and spending an inordinate amount of time sucking her puffy nipples, she moaning, her hips thrusting, I couldn’t fuck her – yet. Because she’d make me go off like a rocket (there was always time for that) and besides I had unfinished business with her, and selfishly I couldn’t stop worshiping her fucking amazing, perfect body. Talk about enjoying the moment!
I kissed my way down, I moved between her legs, and she spread them wider, I kissed over the top of her pubic bone, then each hip bone, her hands in my hair, and I stopped over her clit, opened my mouth wide, and exhaled hot breath over her clit (not touching it) then going lower, I finally flattened my tongue and made one GIGANTIC, SLOW, LONG lick from her ass through her pussy lips all the way to her clit. I spread her pussy lips, and started fingering here while my tongue FINALLY got to her clit at the same moment. Flatting my tongue again, swirling around her clit, pausing to lick and suck on one pussy lip,. then the other, then insert my tongue as deep as possible, tongue-fucking her. Here’s what I said about eye-contact. She loved watching me eat her – I loved her watching me eat her. So while I was greedily sucking her hot, tasty pussy, I could see over her heaving tits her eyes. Locked on mine. I’d then drag my chin from the bottom of her pussy, through her lips, over her clit to the very top of her – then climb back up to her mouth, and she’d not only kiss me (tasting her juices which was a big deal for the both of us), but she’d lick my chin, cheeks, and face completley clean of her juices, then deep kiss me, tell me how sexy this was, tell me to do it again. Then I’d dive back down for more, repeat, rinse, repeat.
I can’t tell you how fucking hot that was. Crazy hot. Actually, I will tell you how hot that was, here’s what happened next.
It was almost overpowering the spell I was under with her. After doing the above for what seemed like hours (it might have been – at that point, we’d lost complete track of time), I sort of, well, I didn’t freak out, but for some reason I suddenly stood up on my bed going ‘Holy shit – this is so fucking intense!’ While standing there, this Goddess crawls around in front of me, rises to her knees, and takes me in her expert mouth again. She made constant eye contact. Looking up at me. Playing with my cock. Tongue rimming around the head, other times taking me deep with long, slow, expert technique, her fingers stroked my ass, my hands in her hair, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me deeper into her mouth ALL the while not breaking eye contact.
I said ‘I think I’m going to cum’ she throatily said ‘Cum on my Face u/prizepresence’ Fuuuuuck. Waht a fantasy. Looking down at her. Her on her knees on my bed. Her magnificent tits, her amazing body. Moonlight and streetlights finding their way through slotted bedroom blinds. My respect for her. My wanting and desire. I just lost my mind, and I weirldy, and confusing said said “No.” (What was I thinking?)
I had to be inside her. I had to fuck her.
I sank back to bed with her, kissed her deeply, grabbed a condom, and she eagerly straddled me, and well, fucked my brains out. Starting with reverse cowgirl (so I could see here amazing ass, and watch my cock going in and out of her beautiful pussy while she gripped my ankles), I ran my fingers outside her pussy lips,a nd even pushed the end of my thumb in her ass – she loved but stopped after a while and turned herself around (because she told me that she alwayws wanted to look me in the eye when we were fucking), then she mounted me doggy style, and she alternated between lifting herself on her legs and slamming down onto me, to just grinding down on my cock because she loved leaning down and alternately kissing me when we were fucking, or leaning forwards so I could have one nipple, the the other in my mouth while she fucked my brains out.
In this position, with her, I could last seemingly forever (however long that is). But I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her, flipped her onto her back, she spread her legs and I started fucking her with everything I had. It was perfect. She’d come more than a few times already – and I’d been holding off until now. The whole night we’d been doing this, and now it was our turn to do it together. I was pounding in and out of her – her hand was on her clit, bringing herself close, she was telling me how close she was. I was telling her how close I was. Her ‘tell’ was that she’d start moaning in a high pitched almost whine, and say ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m so close’, and then I told her I was going to cum. I ripped off the condom, pointed my cock at her fingers & pussy from half an inch away, and exploded all over her cunt and her fingers as she was furiously rubbing her clit. That did it for her (as it always did) and she had 3 or 4 orgasms right then, with my mouth covering hers, our tongues entwined. Her gasping into my mouth. Me moaning into hers. My hands in her hair. Her fingers covered in her pussy juices and my cum. After a minute, she’d calm down and start breathing again. She’d bring her cum and pussy-soaked fingers to her mouth, then mine, we’d lick each other clean, then talk, snuggle and laugh a little bit. We’d doze until she woke me up about 2 hours later grinding her ass into my cock saying “I just can’t help it…”
But that’s another story for another time. This is all true.
I still think about her – but our lives have changed. I miss it though.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/easn9j/my_sex_with_another_ex_shelley