Fluid [FM]

(from a blog I wrote a few years ago)

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“I think I might have to fuck you when you get over here.”

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Reading a text like that from someone I passionately love? It knocked the air out of my lungs. My heart skipped a beat. I got a lump in my throat. I felt my pussy swell … and swell … and swell. I was throbbing with desire, just like that.

“Oh,” I thought with a smile. “It’s going to be one of *those* days.”

Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come.

This is going to be quite an epic. Don’t feel that you have to read it. I just have to have some place to put this. A place to come back to and remember this day. The feelings. The love. The sex. The newness of where I am with Jonah. The sense of endless possibilities. So, read at your own discretion.

When I got to his house, after dealing with traffic, his partner was still there, getting dressed, and I was all done up in my Easter finest, so we weren’t able to act on that desire. We were all headed out to our annual Easter tradition. Basically? It’s a springtime celebration, a church for the non-believer, a celebration of life, in costumes and sequins, with music and alcohol and ridiculousness.

It’s always a good time. Even better? My hubby and his girlfriend Renee were with us this year. We had a smallish group of friends, and we were all set for a good time. As soon as we got through the doors, some stop was loosed from Jonah’s throat, and this flood of “I love yous” started and didn’t stop. I got 24 hours of I love yous. He never leaves me in any doubt just how much he loves me. I always know how he feels about me. This day, though? It was special. It was unlike any day I’ve ever had with him.

My pictures of Jonah didn’t turn out, but as always, he was stylish. He kept playing with my hair and dropping kisses onto the exposed skin of my back. And the “I love yous?” They kept coming and coming and coming until I was breathless with them. And we laughed and snuggled and kissed. And had an amazing time at the show/service.

We left, a bit tipsy, and headed back to Jonah’s. Gorgeous day. Walking on air, filled with light, feet never seeming to touch the streets. The anticipation of being with him, naked, feeling him move inside me dilated my whole being. And soon I was naked on his huge bed. We were starving for each other. We always are.

Words are going to fail me here. We’re always open and uninhibited with each other. But, no matter how deep we go, there is always more depth. The things that were coming out of his mouth, though! No holds barred. Fantasizing about knocking me up. Telling me every five seconds how much he loved me, needed me, had to have me, giving himself to me in every possible way that he could. And I responded by completely exploding, drenching us … drowning us. It got more and more raw. Bestial. Brutal. Even with all that, all that love. The energy moving through us like a river flowing from earth to heaven.

He was edging himself … not wanting to come. He drank what seemed like gallons of my come. He fucked me every kind of way. All the time, the words! The words and the feelings that came pouring out of him … giving voice to everything he wanted and needed from me. This fluid abandon where he held nothing back …

… there was a peak and a crescendo … and he pulled out of me and rested his cock on my pubic bone … and then he let go and pissed all over us, a warm gush, between my breasts and onto my shoulder and neck. I never imagined being in a space where that could be hot, but it was. Like screaming orgasm hot. Gushing and squirting like a hose right back onto him, and he knelt to me and drank me in. Tears came to my eyes. I saw stars. Pressing myself hard into his greedy mouth. Arching my back and letting fly with more and more come. Going deeper and deeper and deeper into this amazing space he’d made for us. Everything was squelchy and wet, but sunlight was pouring through the windows and love poured out of us until he had to be inside me again.

We went though pad after pad after pad. We stopped only to change the pads and drink water.

After a few hours of this, we decided to get cleaned up and head over to my place so that I could cook Easter dinner for the gang. Everything had to come off the bed and go into the wash … especially us! In the store, two people told us what a lovely couple we made, still dressed up for Easter, manic with love, not able to stop touching each other.

Hubby was helping his girlfriend with a construction project outside. Inside, J and I did cooked. And still with the “I love yous,” the touches, the hugs, the snuggles, the grabbing a few minutes here and there to find a couch to make out on. At one point, Renee came in and we chatted over wine. Somehow, the topic of lactation and adult nursing came up. I can’t even remember how that happened, but such conversations are par for the course chez moi. Jonah turned to me with this look, and then he let it be known how hot it would be for him to experience that with me.

Gulp.

Yes. Of course I will try this. Of course I will! For him? With him? Of course I will try it! I’ve always found it hot. For him, though, I will try to get my body to do this. If I can, I will give him a new way to drink me. We will belong to each other in a new way, even with the attempt. It will require dedicated time from both of us. I don’t think that I could do it without him, without the closeness and connection of him suckling me.

[https://i.imgur.com/czPFL98.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/czPFL98.jpg)

(not me, but isn’t that fucking SEXY as fuck?)

We had a great, leisurely dinner … and then we left again, and went back to Jonah’s to change clothes and go out, to hear a dj I’d really been looking forward to. But we never got that far. He jumped me again, he suckled me, he bit me, and fucked me with his cock and his hands and he fantasized about knocking me up again. The sex with him was primal. Loving. Volcanic. I found myself going deeper into headspace with him. He was a god. I was a goddess. His words! His love! His passion! His abandon! We fucked ourselves into exhaustion and fell asleep for a few hours.

When I woke up, we fucked again. Then, we showered again. Then we headed out for an hour. The music was great, but the sex was better. We couldn’t keep our hand off each other!

And we came back and fucked and fucked and fucked. He’d start to drift off … or I would and then we’d both be back in the moment, ravenous. With only breaks for water (and lube!). He fucked me with his hands, his cock, his mouth, and his words. And then he did it again, he pissed on me, a warm, wet stream right on my cunt.

And my mind split in two.

I know that I have come that hard before. But everything about him, everything about the day and the night and the incredible way that he loves me?

It was one of the most powerful experiences of my life. Receiving him on that level. Knowing that he trusts me that much. Knowing that I love him so much that all of him is beautiful and sexy to me, even his piss. I couldn’t stop coming. At one point, my teeth chattered from sheer reaction. I was shaking and almost screaming with the power of it. And again he knelt and drank my come. He put four fingers inside me and it set off another round of coming, then his fist, and I floated out of my body when I came. I’m shivering remembering it. I was entranced … deep in head space with him. My lover. My master. My god. I cried like a baby, but he didn’t stop. He kept pushing me and pushing me and pushing me, deeper and deeper and deeper. I felt boundless … limitless. And he was there with me in that place that has no name.

This went on for hours. I was so exhausted, but I couldn’t help but respond. Finally, he wrapped himself tight around me as if he couldn’t bear to let me go. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep. Wrapped up in each other. Completely spent. Utterly exhausted.

Yet, every few hours, he’d wake up and take me all over again. I’m bruised and sore and have a huge hickey on my neck. And there is so much new to do and explore with him! I don’t know how many times he came. I can’t begin to estimate how much I came. It’s like a dream, as I sit here and type this. I am so very lucky to be loved this much. To be wanted and desired like this. To find a relationship, at long last, that combines intimacy, lust, AND love.

It was the best sex of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9c0hnv/fluid_fm