Just snapshots of moments I have experienced ..some with more than one partner, some with only one, that were moments I freeze frame and save in a safe place to revisit in my memory.
her thighs opening and closing when my ministrations wipe the smile off her face
when she goes from that giggly, smiling, joking "hey this is fun" like a rollercoaster, to a serious, deep, "what the fuck is she doing to me" intensity.
the random cussing ..the "oooh shit" phase
someone so devoted to getting me off
the high pitch, low pitch moaning
the joining me ...whether its a hand in my hair, grabbing my arm, or more erotically a finger lifting her lips to give me greater access to her clit, or her hands instinctively massaging her own breast...joining me in my task
the slightly embarrassed, self concious, appreciatiive pure expressed joy in the room when her orgasm subsides enough for her brain to begin to think in the present again.
the sucking air through her teeth and the permission she gives when we both know one isn't enough and I begin to build her next
submission into the pillow ...she covers her face, her mouth, her eyes ...this is victory for me
the tightning around my fingers
the looking down at me to either meet my eyes in passionate gaze or sometimes to make sure I am into it as I seem
nipples that one moment are not erect ..and then ..are ...from no touch or anything but that she wants me.
the stating either outloud or in body language that she is spent and cant possibly pop again...and then, overcoimng that to the "here we go again"
her thighs opening and closing when my ministrations wipe the smile off her face
when she goes from that giggly, smiling, joking "hey this is fun" like a rollercoaster, to a serious, deep, "what the fuck is she doing to me" intensity.
the random cussing ..the "oooh shit" phase
someone so devoted to getting me off
the high pitch, low pitch moaning
the joining me ...whether its a hand in my hair, grabbing my arm, or more erotically a finger lifting her lips to give me greater access to her clit, or her hands instinctively massaging her own breast...joining me in my task
the slightly embarrassed, self concious, appreciatiive pure expressed joy in the room when her orgasm subsides enough for her brain to begin to think in the present again.
the sucking air through her teeth and the permission she gives when we both know one isn't enough and I begin to build her next
submission into the pillow ...she covers her face, her mouth, her eyes ...this is victory for me
the tightning around my fingers
the looking down at me to either meet my eyes in passionate gaze or sometimes to make sure I am into it as I seem
nipples that one moment are not erect ..and then ..are ...from no touch or anything but that she wants me.
the stating either outloud or in body language that she is spent and cant possibly pop again...and then, overcoimng that to the "here we go again"
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