Slow Motion

There is something about hearing a man cum. I know, I know—most the excitement is from the woman; I am one, and yes it is. But there is something terribly erotic to me about hearing a man cum. It isn’t just the cuming part alone; perhaps it’s everything leading up to it. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking, in and of itself. But the buildup, everything that happens before cuming is what causes my insatiable urges. To me, everything is about being built up and amplified. It all moves in slow motion for me so I can digest every little piece.  This is why, each time I c*m, it’s like a free fall from the sky, it’s the feeling of waking up rested with the sun hitting my face, it’s the sound of the ocean, lapping the white sand of beautiful beaches, it’s Heaven open the gates to a sinner and letting me in.

Act 1

I like to look down and see his cock slide inside me—I feel the sensation as it slowly pushes in; my kitty stretches to accommodate his cock, the lips of my kitty tightly wrapping around it. I love the tingle my body feels all over upon his first thrust, deep inside me—I can feel the ridges on his cock rubbing along the inside of my pussy. My pulse pounds harder when I feel him throbbing in me; I could get off simply on his throbbing alone. After the first time he pushes inside me, he slides it out slowly—my tight pussy still adjusting to the size of his dick. I can see my wetness all over his cock. I love that—he’s fully erect and my sex is sticking to him. It makes me want to wrap my mouth around it; I love the way he feels in my mouth—I like that he grabs the back of my head and forces his cock down my throat. But instead, he’s inside my kitty…more forcefully, he shoves it back inside me—I let out a faint moan—I can feel his cock playing with the walls inside. He pulls it back out again, slowly, slowly his cock comes out and I let out my breath. He looks me in the eyes but it’s not him; right now he’s an animal devouring his prey.  I watch as his big hands wrap around my hips, his fingers tightly grabbing into my skin; he wants to make sure he has good control over me when he slides his wet cock back in. And then he does, fast and hard—he’s in, then he’s out. He’s in, and then he’s out. His face tells the story of how good my pussy feels to him and I close my eyes for a second to feel the story inside. It’s a painful pleasure that I can never get enough of. A masochist—maybe I am; when his cock hurts me like this, I want more of it. I watch as a single bead of sweat runs down from his forehead—he leans his head back and it changes direction—I watch it run alongside his ear, down the side of his neck—it’s about this moment that I see his Adam’s Apple moving and all the sudden I hear him—my pussy gets wetter when I hear his deep throat making noises. I watch the bead of sweat pass his throat and run down the middle of his chest—between his pecks…God, he’s gorgeous. I reach up and touch his skin-he lets out a moan and fucks me harder—the bead of sweat now arriving just above his shaft causes my stare to wander down to his dick, and I watch as it penetrates me, over and over. And then he stops, leans up, gets his bearings and slowly moves himself to the being on the bed, where he lies back while I straddle his lap. His eyes in my eyes, I come closer to him. His mouth in my mouth—I move myself down to his erect cock and I wrap my mouth around it—I can taste my own sex on him and it gets me hornier. My tongue can’t get enough of our flavor-I lick the tip and his cock gives me a little surprise-I take a second to enjoy the way he tastes. I feel my wetness running down my leg as I suck his cock. My pussy and my mouth are vying for the same treat. I lean up and make my way back to his lap but instead of facing him, I spin myself around because I know he likes to watch me ride from that angle. I bestride his hard dick, grab it in my hand and slowly, slowly…sit on it and let it slide inside me—he lets out a moan and slaps my ass. I feel him throbbing all over again.   

Act 2…