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For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life 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 fire inside to "want to
feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the
first time in their lives.

Lora asked me how the lighting was. Brighter? Lower? I told her it was just fine. That I wanted to see all of her low-lit body. Lora and I don't kiss. Well, not yet. We do share generous portions of warmth and desire for each other. I took the sex toy I brought with me out and she took it over to the sink to wash it up with soap and warm water. I watched her arms moving quickly, scrubbing it up good and proper. I lined up my drawstring bag of condoms, the box of nitrile gloves, a favorite water-based lube, and the grapeseed oil massage oil. I went to wash my hands one more time.

Lora went back to bed and I joined her. She handed me the toy, which I placed next to our other sex equipment and turned back to her and full eye contact. She asked me sweetly what was first. The first time we played we went back and forth jacking, suckling, and pumping each other with hands and toys. When one would orgasm, we'd switch roles and make the other come hard. Then switch again. This night, I told her to get naked. Totally. Lora went straight for her shirt, pulled it up over her head to show me her flat sexy belly and breasts still in their C cup white bra. I chose not to strip. I wanted to watch her do it first. Then let her watch me. The first time we were together, when I slipped my underwear off, she said with a glowing voice that my ass was the hottest she'd ever been with. So why not strip for her after she was done?

I watched the Angelina Jolie look-alike lift her hips and shapely ass up off the mattress, then pull down her lounge pants and her underwear all at the same time. She tossed her clothes on the floor and turned her eyes on me and the show I gave her. I asked Lora to open her thighs for me... and place her feet on the bed with knees up. She obeyed and I hot talked to her while putting on a pair of gloves. I started telling her how much I love the way her sex feels against my hands and around my fingers. I pressed the back of my hand against her vulva and reinforced it with my other fist. And pushed. Push. Push. Against her soft, warm, and giving fig. Lora's sex voice moaned, each one brief and feminine, in time with the subtle pleasure my pushes made in-between her long sexy legs. Those moans and coos sounded so very good. Her body and face are a knockout combination and her sex scent began to rise into the air.

I felt my cock growing. I fought between two competing desires. One to keep pushing her big button till i felt her wet seep out against my knuckles and the other to grab the lube and tease her clit out from under her hood-- make her as hard as she made me. i went for the lube. I wanted to feel her clitoris get hard under my finger and sink into her folds. Within a few seconds of clit attention I heard it. The sound of her wet-inside pussy making a single soft click. A click that says. every time I hear it in all my lovers past and present, that cunt is swollen, soaked, unlocked.  Ready and demanding of attention-- to be filled. I lubed one finger and glided into her. The cool of the lube on my finger transformed quickly to hot. Lora took my clit petting well while my finger helped her cunt open a little easier and quicker. I felt her go wet just before she begged in that genuine and sexy fem-drunk-on-sex-feelings voice to do her g-spot.

I worked my magic, hard practiced and explored. I savored her pussy scent, which had gotten stronger just under my nose. My mouth was watering from it and I was met with another set of competing desires. I wanted to suck her latex-covered hard clit into my mouth and drive it crazy with lust-driven, aggressive tongue play; more than it could have taken without the dental dam, but precisely what my hunger for her needed to express its intensity. On the other hand, I didn't want to stop savoring how hot it felt to my fingers to be massaging sexy-spongy female prostate and swelling-bigger glans-clitoris. If you've never done it, those are some of the little things that make sex with women never get old. Lora's back arched gently and hips thrusted in that girl-way that they do when it feels so good and her body starts talking to me. Her natural breasts with hard nipples thrust up into the air, into the dim light, crowning her small sweet ribcage, leading down to a oval-shaped navel and chocolate brown, thick pubic hair. Then I heard her pussy sucking man-hand intently.

"Mmmffahh... keep doing my g-spot..."

I'd gotten lost in her hot beauty and rubbing her clit. My finger had gone still over her g-crest. That happens sometimes, and a part of my continued sex strengthening to do it all and enjoy it all. With each g-stroke, cunt sounded its slippery happiness. I kept my PC muscle flexing inside my 100% hard dick. Lora's moans had turned to groans and I turned up the speed on her erection. And I love this moment: the moment when a woman's body unconsciously spreads her legs open as far as they can go; to make that tension in her groin muscles that adds to her genital ecstasy. And she's always breathtaking and cock-growing when I see that. Then she said to me in her lovely fem voice:

"God... I want you to fuck me...."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, from behind... god..."

I withdrew my hands and she leaned up and looked at my cock, curved and ready. It was going to be first time sex for us.

"You're bigger than I'm used to, so please go slow, Eric."

"I will, baby."

I filled her again with two fingers this time, and undulated inside while keeping up on her clit. Holding the intention to make it so my penis was a comfort to her needs.

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