Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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I rocked back and raised my legs into the air above me with knees bent, then lifted my ass up from the bed to slip off my black form-fitting trunks. Kit-Ting was doing the same when I rocked back down, slipping her red satin g-string from around her ankles. She turned to face me. Our eyes crossed paths while we admired each other. I asked if she was ready for me to sit between her thighs. Kit-Ting said, "uh-huh!" with a soft and bright tone.

I sat cross-legged with my knees in the spaces where her knees were bent, feet on the mattress. I went down to my stomach, moved my nose close to her vulva, and breathed her scent while rubbing her inner thighs from the knees down to her sex. I looked up while still taking her in. She was moaning, eyes closed, and then let her head fall back just a bit. She loved the erotic acceptance of her scent. I felt a snap of joy in my belly from Kit Ting's turn on. I love it when a woman enjoys being smelled and the smell of me. I believe those soft body scents are important basic keys to arousal. Her skin, my skin, the unique sexy scent of my balls, her armpits. I've had lovers take my balls into their mouths because the scent they give off drove them crazy; taking them into her mouth akin to a French kiss: you want to experience that part of me to your greatest depths. I feel that hunger and magnetism to taste a wet vulva or a gorgeous just-bathed female ass.

Kit-Ting preferred I wear latex gloves inside her, so I reached over to where Wendy was sitting quietly and gestured politely for one latex glove. Took the glove from Wendy, returned her smile, and slid it on my right hand. I like tight latex gloves. I get to feel as accurately as I can that way, plus my hand feels as not-gloved as possible. Betty Dodson taught me that one. It's what she does in her private sessions. Kit-Ting even commented on how form-fitting they were. Her vulva was exquisite. A pink, brown and very light coffee-colored flower, Wendy and I both thought. Kit-Ting wasn't quite ready to believe us. She was stillworking on seeing the beauty in her sex-organ-as-flower.

I asked Wendy for the water-based lube, coated my fingers and fingertips, handed the bottle back and merged my touch with Kit-Ting's achy hot sex organ. I let my desire take my left hand ever so gently to her swollen clitoris while my right strummed its way gradually in-between and within her petite folds. I noticed something hard and plastic-like where her g-spot should have been. At first I thought, "Diaphragm." Then... no... a cervical cap? Kit-Ting said yes. Wow. She was as cute and petite inside as she was outside.

And so it began. I closed my eyes and just listened to and felt this woman. Kit-Ting opened her thighs as wide she could. How often do we notice those subtle, very erotic and very unconsciously-done actions? I remember the suckling-wet sounds her ballooning pussy made by my hands and her flexing pelvic muscles. Her sex-voice crescendoed here and there when those muscles squeezed their way around my fingers. (For those that haven't heard the term, ballooning is the term used for when the uterus shifts back as her turn-on increases, moving her cervix back and making more room inside her vagina.)
Kit-Ting was very slippery down below. Several times when I thought I should ask Wendy for more lube, I would feel Kit-Ting go wet again. Especially when I was doing direct and swirling clit stim. The thumb of my gloved hand was playing with the same spot I worked on in Wendy-6 o' clock and just inside her pussy. My forefinger of the same hand was inside her ass, which opened nicely after Kit-Ting said she wanted it. I rolled her sensitive erectile tissue in-between that thumb and forefinger while my thumb made small circles over her clitoris, dipping down every so often to gather more of her wet, then returning. I alternated between that and long slow penetration. Kit-Ting's cervix was hard to reach now. I admired the light reflecting off of her black hair. My cock was standing, curved up just so, full and dripping. Wendy went over to her and touched her solar plexus and over her heart, lingering there with her. Four hands and two beings connected to and within Kit-Ting.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

I don't remember what Kit-Ting said exactly. I remember the feeling though. The same ready and willing she was when she tookoff her g-string, gave it to me, and I tossed it over my shoulder onto the chair behind me.

-Fin

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

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