Writing on http://www.shybi.com/ about my trib experiences has me a bit worked up :)
I have come most enjoyable on thigh riding with girls, and before my first pussy tribbing I would probably have told you that was my preferred way to come. I like the closeness there...and usually, by the time we are at that point, I've tonguefucked her pussy and ravagingly eatnen her to the point of exhuastion, so I mount her and rub my wetness on her thigh whle kissing her and burying my head into her neck or shoulder and massaging her breast....all the turn ons from getting on her get me to go over the edge and all she must do is lay there, although in those moments I am being clutched, held, verbally encouraged, and caressed. So ...thigh fucking...thats a good thing for me, but with a couple of true loves weve gotten comfortable enough to really go for it. Pussy upon pussy...oh the best.
It is a bit awkward at first because it just takes some experience, some adventuresome spirit, and some trial and error and you have to just accept it. And accepting it isn't difficult because even if it isn't perfect it's still going to feel good.
Now with a few experiences I am happy to report that various positions work but my favorite was being more on my knees with her on her back and one leg in the air over my shoulder. That was my first time...and wasn't the last. I was mostly in control and could see her facial reactions as we approached climax together. T O G E T H E R. Magical ! It's overwhelming emotionally, and I have thought back and determined that I never loved her more than when we were making love like that.
In the heat of the moment ...when lovers depart from trying to be so close to each other our skin should meld, to when you can break apart and experiment with what makes your girl, or yourself feel good ...and in this tribbing pussy to pussy can be the ultimate.
So that when you are kinda positioning her, grabbing some thigh or hips and guiding her...having a "this is it" moment together, it is exciting for the anticipation (this is going to happen) and equally awkward cause you can try and fail to attain what you are obviously going for. Let me not leave out the spark. OK .. when tongue touches tongue, when breast touches warm soft breast with an erect nipple indicating ,mutual attraction...these are the spark moments of lesbian sex. And none more so than the lightning that comes from between us the moment wet, warm, sensitive and tingling and throbbing lips touch one another. Lightning. and ...Thunder.
So, for me, each first time, you get the spark, then the feeling and it's good ...and you can see it in each others eyes. There are moments when she is being more stimulated than you and vice versa. Then, magical, you get a lock on it ...that magical place where you look in each others eyes as if to say "lets not screw this up....cause we found it." I have thought of it as climbing a mountain where the climb wasn't easy but suddenly, closer to the summit, it becomes easier ..sprinting to the pinnacle together.
With her the first time I said "Im coming," and she said desperately "no wait," and I can't wait. The wet sloppy sex sound as we are gently banging together, grinding, watching each other ...her tits are bouncing and I know she loves how mine are....trying to maintain some body control while coming isn't easy and tests my leg strength. She arrives seconds after me with beautiful ahhs and volcanic shaking...I replace our pussy contact with my hand against her clit where it is wet as if a bucket had been dumped there...her hands ...on on my tit and the other around my hip with fingers digging into me to the bruising point...and when this moment you never wanted to end does end...not only is our skin melded together, but our souls as well.
When I masturbate I visulalize flashes of the things I have done ..kissing and licking and fingering and feeling...but often I just get stuck on a loop for weeks about what it looks like when we were tribbing and her look of satisfaction found a look of determination to finish, which found a look of utter bliss and relief, and then exctacy....followed by an astounding look of devotion.
Laying in her arms she carressed me and with a sweet, almost little girls voice who'd found a new toy to play with, asks me, "Can we do it again?" It was too good not to.
I have come most enjoyable on thigh riding with girls, and before my first pussy tribbing I would probably have told you that was my preferred way to come. I like the closeness there...and usually, by the time we are at that point, I've tonguefucked her pussy and ravagingly eatnen her to the point of exhuastion, so I mount her and rub my wetness on her thigh whle kissing her and burying my head into her neck or shoulder and massaging her breast....all the turn ons from getting on her get me to go over the edge and all she must do is lay there, although in those moments I am being clutched, held, verbally encouraged, and caressed. So ...thigh fucking...thats a good thing for me, but with a couple of true loves weve gotten comfortable enough to really go for it. Pussy upon pussy...oh the best.
Now with a few experiences I am happy to report that various positions work but my favorite was being more on my knees with her on her back and one leg in the air over my shoulder. That was my first time...and wasn't the last. I was mostly in control and could see her facial reactions as we approached climax together. T O G E T H E R. Magical ! It's overwhelming emotionally, and I have thought back and determined that I never loved her more than when we were making love like that.
In the heat of the moment ...when lovers depart from trying to be so close to each other our skin should meld, to when you can break apart and experiment with what makes your girl, or yourself feel good ...and in this tribbing pussy to pussy can be the ultimate.
So that when you are kinda positioning her, grabbing some thigh or hips and guiding her...having a "this is it" moment together, it is exciting for the anticipation (this is going to happen) and equally awkward cause you can try and fail to attain what you are obviously going for. Let me not leave out the spark. OK .. when tongue touches tongue, when breast touches warm soft breast with an erect nipple indicating ,mutual attraction...these are the spark moments of lesbian sex. And none more so than the lightning that comes from between us the moment wet, warm, sensitive and tingling and throbbing lips touch one another. Lightning. and ...Thunder.
So, for me, each first time, you get the spark, then the feeling and it's good ...and you can see it in each others eyes. There are moments when she is being more stimulated than you and vice versa. Then, magical, you get a lock on it ...that magical place where you look in each others eyes as if to say "lets not screw this up....cause we found it." I have thought of it as climbing a mountain where the climb wasn't easy but suddenly, closer to the summit, it becomes easier ..sprinting to the pinnacle together.
With her the first time I said "Im coming," and she said desperately "no wait," and I can't wait. The wet sloppy sex sound as we are gently banging together, grinding, watching each other ...her tits are bouncing and I know she loves how mine are....trying to maintain some body control while coming isn't easy and tests my leg strength. She arrives seconds after me with beautiful ahhs and volcanic shaking...I replace our pussy contact with my hand against her clit where it is wet as if a bucket had been dumped there...her hands ...on on my tit and the other around my hip with fingers digging into me to the bruising point...and when this moment you never wanted to end does end...not only is our skin melded together, but our souls as well.
When I masturbate I visulalize flashes of the things I have done ..kissing and licking and fingering and feeling...but often I just get stuck on a loop for weeks about what it looks like when we were tribbing and her look of satisfaction found a look of determination to finish, which found a look of utter bliss and relief, and then exctacy....followed by an astounding look of devotion.
Laying in her arms she carressed me and with a sweet, almost little girls voice who'd found a new toy to play with, asks me, "Can we do it again?" It was too good not to.
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