[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn748/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_1/) * [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn9dd/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_2/) * [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifnap9/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_3/) * [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifncgx/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_4/) * [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifndno/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_5/)
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I’m damn sure I slept that time, just as I was, tangled and languid, with the glass wand inside me. I woke to the sound of the door opening, and she presented me with a tray of French toast, fried bananas, bacon, and maple syrup. We ate together in blissful hunger, laughing at nothing and stealing kisses, as you do.
With our plates cleared, our energy was restored. We briefly considered getting up, but a few kisses set us off again. We teased each other’s nipples with hands and mouths, and explored further. Her wandering hand found the base of the glass wand still inside me, and stroked it thoughtfully. Even that gentle movement made me moan.
A hand on my hip nudged me to turn over. There’s a vulnerability about hands and knees that can be a bit intimidating with a new partner, but I had nothing but trust. She moved behind me, leaning against me, providing gentle pressure against the base of the wand, and slowly started a gentle pattern of thrust and retreat.
It didn’t stay gentle for long. I needed more, wanted more, had literally dreamed of being fucked by a woman just like this, and I was soon thrusting back against her, fucking myself hard as she held the base of the wand against her clit. I couldn’t contain the moans, gasps, and pleading that poured from my mouth: “Oh my god, fuck yes, fuck me, more, I want you in me, more, fuck me, oh god, fuck me, yes, make me come.”
And come I did, in an endless series of throbbing explosions. When it showed signs of stopping, she reached forward and slid her fingers against my clit, providing pressure that lifted my slowing thrusts back up into delight.
I genuinely don’t know how many times I came before I collapsed onto the bed. She stroked my hair until I finally stopped shaking.
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