twiddling a dial on his divers watch.
“What on earth are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m preparing myself,” he jokes. “I’m going down.”
I’m wondering what on earth he’s going on about and then I realise and almost clap my legs shut in embarrassment. Talk about going from not wanting to rush things into the most intimate of acts. He runs his hands teasingly up the insides of my legs before burying his head between them. I’m about to object, embarrassed, new to this, Hugo never did this. But then his tongue starts gently flicking, lapping, circling my clitoris until I’m pulsing thick and hard and hot and it’s so damn divine that I succumb to his mouth, paralysed in sensational submission. Waves of heat and excitement come and go, at first less frequently but now more often, wave after wave of tingling pleasure that’s so divine I’m losing control. I moan, quietly clutching the headboard, until the wave gets so big I’m about to explode and then I do, with a burst and a shudder and a glorious shower of sensation. As he comes up for air my face wears a huge cheesy grin, like the cat that’s got the cream. The Hallelujah chorus is playing in my head.
*****
Now it’s his turn. I kiss him, tasting myself, and pull him up to lying beside me. His eyes close as I spend a long time running my hands teasingly, lightly, across his chest, his shoulders, up and down his arms, running my hands under him, up and down his back, his surfer’s body, his skin surprisingly soft. I flutter my fingers down to his stomach to his crotch, feel his hardness beneath, slowly, tantalising, opening his buttons one by one. He does the rest, removing his jeans and boxers in one masterful manoeuvre. Then I’ve got no idea where he’s looking, no idea what he’s thinking. No idea about anything, except for the fact that I’ve got to make sure I do not clap my hand over my mouth in shock. But that’s what I’d do if I thought that I could but I can’t and inside I’m screaming: “ Oh ! My ! God! ”
*****
I can’t believe this man is called Rod. Nobody will ever believe me, it will sound too made up to be true, but the man lying next to me has the biggest, the largest, the most exceptional penis.
I am in awe and am not convinced I will be able to accommodate him. I roll him onto his back and straddle him kneeling.
“Hang on a tick,” he interrupts proceedings.
I watch as he fiddles with his watch, releasing a 007 -like compartment at the back. As he pulls out a condom, you’d think I’d be thinking ‘where the hell does one buy a deep waterproof, cunnilingus indicator, contraception providing watch from?’ But I’m not. I’m just praying the condom comes in extra, extra large.
He places it on the tip, rolls it down his extensive shaft and I shuffle closer, rubbing up against him, the sheer size of it an aphrodisiac. Eventually, easily, he slides inside, filling me, reaching me in ways I didn’t think possible. Whoever said size doesn’t matter is lying, because this penis is hitting G, X, and Z spots I never knew I had. I arch my back as he strokes my breasts and my moans get progressively louder.
“Shush, Denny, the walls here are like paper. Do you want everyone to know what we’re up to?”
“I don’t know if I can help it,” I giggle. “You should be proud. I’m not normally this vocal.”
We get back to business and as Rod gets closer to climax and I make more and more noise and it’s tough, I can’t help it, let the whole damn world know. Pretty soon they quite possibly do because I scream and scream and scream until even he cries out “aaah” as he comes inside me.
*****
He rolls me over, hugging me.
“You are one hell of a sexy woman, you know that?”
I push my lips gently into his.
“You’re not that bad yourself, mister!”
I flop onto my back.
“I can’t believe I found the energy for all
“What on earth are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m preparing myself,” he jokes. “I’m going down.”
I’m wondering what on earth he’s going on about and then I realise and almost clap my legs shut in embarrassment. Talk about going from not wanting to rush things into the most intimate of acts. He runs his hands teasingly up the insides of my legs before burying his head between them. I’m about to object, embarrassed, new to this, Hugo never did this. But then his tongue starts gently flicking, lapping, circling my clitoris until I’m pulsing thick and hard and hot and it’s so damn divine that I succumb to his mouth, paralysed in sensational submission. Waves of heat and excitement come and go, at first less frequently but now more often, wave after wave of tingling pleasure that’s so divine I’m losing control. I moan, quietly clutching the headboard, until the wave gets so big I’m about to explode and then I do, with a burst and a shudder and a glorious shower of sensation. As he comes up for air my face wears a huge cheesy grin, like the cat that’s got the cream. The Hallelujah chorus is playing in my head.
*****
Now it’s his turn. I kiss him, tasting myself, and pull him up to lying beside me. His eyes close as I spend a long time running my hands teasingly, lightly, across his chest, his shoulders, up and down his arms, running my hands under him, up and down his back, his surfer’s body, his skin surprisingly soft. I flutter my fingers down to his stomach to his crotch, feel his hardness beneath, slowly, tantalising, opening his buttons one by one. He does the rest, removing his jeans and boxers in one masterful manoeuvre. Then I’ve got no idea where he’s looking, no idea what he’s thinking. No idea about anything, except for the fact that I’ve got to make sure I do not clap my hand over my mouth in shock. But that’s what I’d do if I thought that I could but I can’t and inside I’m screaming: “ Oh ! My ! God! ”
*****
I can’t believe this man is called Rod. Nobody will ever believe me, it will sound too made up to be true, but the man lying next to me has the biggest, the largest, the most exceptional penis.
I am in awe and am not convinced I will be able to accommodate him. I roll him onto his back and straddle him kneeling.
“Hang on a tick,” he interrupts proceedings.
I watch as he fiddles with his watch, releasing a 007 -like compartment at the back. As he pulls out a condom, you’d think I’d be thinking ‘where the hell does one buy a deep waterproof, cunnilingus indicator, contraception providing watch from?’ But I’m not. I’m just praying the condom comes in extra, extra large.
He places it on the tip, rolls it down his extensive shaft and I shuffle closer, rubbing up against him, the sheer size of it an aphrodisiac. Eventually, easily, he slides inside, filling me, reaching me in ways I didn’t think possible. Whoever said size doesn’t matter is lying, because this penis is hitting G, X, and Z spots I never knew I had. I arch my back as he strokes my breasts and my moans get progressively louder.
“Shush, Denny, the walls here are like paper. Do you want everyone to know what we’re up to?”
“I don’t know if I can help it,” I giggle. “You should be proud. I’m not normally this vocal.”
We get back to business and as Rod gets closer to climax and I make more and more noise and it’s tough, I can’t help it, let the whole damn world know. Pretty soon they quite possibly do because I scream and scream and scream until even he cries out “aaah” as he comes inside me.
*****
He rolls me over, hugging me.
“You are one hell of a sexy woman, you know that?”
I push my lips gently into his.
“You’re not that bad yourself, mister!”
I flop onto my back.
“I can’t believe I found the energy for all
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