I have had more than 30 lovers. They all had their own skill set. But one gave me the most amazing orgasms I have ever had in my life. And he wouldn’t stop until I had several.
Jay was 3 years younger than me. I was in college, he was in high school. We worked together at a restaurant. I was a waitress and he was a cook. He was incredibly handsome.
We started dating, and the sex was incredible from the start.
Jay loved to go down on me. It didn’t matter if it took a whole hour of licking and eating and tongue fucking. He would not stop until I came.
Jay would get in between my legs and kiss my inner thighs. Eventually his tongue would find my clit. He would flick his tongue back and forth and suck on my clit for a long time, while his fingers explored my pussy. I would get so wet, a puddle would form below me. My pussy dripping, his saliva sliding under me.
Next he would slide his tongue inside me and eat me. He would bury his face inside me, I would hold his head there moaning, begging him not to stop. “Please don’t stop, please, it feels so good, I’ll do anything you want, please baby”. He would look up at me, his lips and face covered in my wetness and dive back in. His tongue was magical. I could feel the orgasms build. “Here it comes, here I come baby, please don’t stop, I’m gonna come” my entire body would shake, my eyes would roll back in my head. My back arched I would moan and scream with pleasure, the orgasm like a wave, crashing over my entire body. He loved it when I screamed.
And he would not stop there. The next orgasm came quickly, more shaking and screaming from me. By now the bed is soaked beneath me. But he kept going. He always made me cum at least 3 times, but his record was 8.
Afterwards he would fuck me so hard. The best was when would have me get on all fours. He would stand next to the bed, my ass in the air for him. He would gently enter me from behind and slowly slide in part way. Then he would pull out. He would do this a few times until I was begging him to fuck me. Finally he would give me his whole, big, curved cock. Then he would pull out again and gently slide back in. “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard”. He would slam inside me, his balls hitting my ass, his skin slapping against my skin. He would fuck me hard and fast and I would moan and scream, begging for more. “Fuck me, I want you to cum all over me”. He would moan and fuck me harder and harder.
Finally, when I was ready to cum he would cum with me, all over me. I asked him to rub it in. I loved having his cum in my skin. He would rub it in like lotion, and we would lay together on the soaking wet sheets. He told me he loved the wet spot because it was our juices and it smelled like sex. I would fall asleep in his arms, cum in my hair, on my skin, dripping from my pussy. We would kiss for a long time and fall asleep.
In the night he would wake me by kissing me. We would make out, without saying a word and he would fuck me again. Lifting my legs to his shoulders and pushing his hard cock into my tight pussy. We would moan during these middle of the night fucks, but never speak. He would start off slow, then fuck me hard, deep inside me, the way I liked it. We would cum together again, we were so in sync. This time he would cum inside me, or sometimes pull out and cum on my tits. I would rub it in again. We would go back to sleep, silently. I was covered in cum, on top of our wetness and I loved it.
When we woke in the morning it was like the night sex was a dream. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I would straddle him and slide his cock inside me. We would fuck again. I would slide up and down his cock, thrusting my hips. He would slam into me from under me and it felt so good. I would remind him that I would do whatever he wanted. Sometimes he wanted me on my knees, sucking his cock and looking up at him while he held my head. Sometimes he wanted me on all fours again. He would pull my hair and tell me to talk dirty. Sometimes he would ask me to sit on his face. We would fuck all morning. Shower together. Maybe fuck again in the shower. Eat some food and start all over again. Those were the best weekends. We were fucking as much as possible. He always made me cum and I would always scream for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Harder. I was insatiable. I miss him. And I miss those long, pulsating orgasms.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hnwml7/he_made_me_cum_over_and_over_mf
Why don’t you give him a call?
Sadly, not an option.