Author: ThighWarmedEars

[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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Eventually we made it as far as the shower, but soaping each other down got us distracted. Boobs tend to do that. I played with her clit until her legs were shaking. Then we returned to the bedroom, and I buried my face in her glorious pussy. I love it; feeling her clit harden and grow under my tongue is the most erotic thing in the world. I love tasting her, licking the length of her with a tongue full of her wetness, stroking it over her clit, again and again.

I teased her; I got her going, then went deliberately too slow and too gentle, before stopping altogether and raising my head.

“You’re in charge,” I reminded her. “Tell me what you want.”

Demanding her own pleasure doesn’t come so easily, but she’s learning. “Harder,” she whispered. “Lick me harder.”

I purred agreement and obliged; long luxurious licks, a wide tongue pressed flat against her, then circling her clit, enjoying every moment of her scent, taste, and touch. Her hand reached for mine, and I grasped it as I focused on nothing but making her feel incredible. Read more »

[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. Read more »

It’s been a couple of months since I [finally got lady-laid](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hebygc/finally_found_what_ive_been_missing/), and honestly it just keeps getting better. Neither of us are spring chickens, and while we may not have the flexibility nor the figures we once had, the experience and sexual knowledge more than makes up for it. We have to grab what moments together that we can, but it is so worth it.

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We woke, snuggled together just as we’d fallen asleep. Our lips met, and we laughed as our nipples followed suit, seemingly magnetically attracted. We fit together so well.

She kissed me harder, deeper, moving above me. She wasn’t usually this dominant, but I was so here for it. Her body was warm against my side, and her mouth teased mine.

And then she bit my lip.

Not hard, just enough to let me know that this play was serious. She was in charge.

I tested her. I reached for her nipple, to tease it to firmness as I love to do. She batted my hand away. I tried again. She pinned my hand to the bed, looked me in the eye, and growled “No” under her breath. Read more »

After an [incredible experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hebygc/finally_found_what_ive_been_missing/), you might have thought I’d have been satiated.

Nope. Not only had I had a taste of what I’d been missing out on; not only was I making up for an intensely lonely lockdown; not only did I have a chance to fulfill long-hidden dreams on a willing, curvaceous partner, I was ovulating, and horny as hell. I wanted more. More, more, more, and now.

I felt like a teenage boy; given the opportunity to have hands and mouth all over a set of breasts, I wasn’t going to pass it by. Plus I have slutty hands when I’m half-asleep. As we dozed together, cresting briefly into wakefulness when sleepy explorations grew exciting, my need grew.

The curtains grew lighter, and the dawn chorus began. I finally gave in to the urge to wake her fully and thoroughly.

Kisses where neck meets shoulder made her stir. I rested my head on her shoulder, and traced slow delicate spirals from the outside of one breast, slowly, so slowly, closing to the beautiful nipple at the centre, but never quite getting there. A full circle just outside her areola, and out to the edge, with slow, slow, spirals back in, again and again. Her nipple firmed without being touched, and her breathing roughened in a way that made a pulse start throbbing in my pussy. Read more »