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What's been interesting for me is the conflict between readers who feel my blog is too graphic and are more interested in my sex and wellness info, then the other side who say, "Tsk, dammit..." unless they're getting the rich and chocolatey hotness every time they read my latest. Here's more of my sex life with Kira, who I introduced to you before in this blog post on Kira's first double penetration with me and a quality dildo. Was also her first night of anal sex. A week or so after that, I told her in a text how I'd been savoring that memory. She had been too, exclamation point. Quote, "More, please."

Kira peeked out from the crack of her front door. Her big pretty eyes glittered my way, then darted back out of view.
"You're early!" said she.
I pushed the black wooden door open and found my lover on the other side in just a pair of hip and thigh hugging jeans, her ass and carved, ivory back facing me, striking a little pose with her 34-26-37 figure. She turned around sharp and sexy-walked toward me. My jaw dropped at her come-fuck-my-body display: the light pony walk up to me, the skin-toned high heels, natural C cups above her flat, hourglass, makes-me-hard stomach, and the perfect centerpiece to it all: unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. Every fucking time I see that on a woman, live or a picture, it makes me stare and the adrenalin seep into my veins. Kira thrust her thumbs into her belt loops, which made me see the top of her little close shaved triangle.
I growled, grasped her naked little sides, her narrowest part; between her hips and the bottom curves of her little ribcage. A woman's well-defined hourglass got deep into me from the first moment I saw it at the beach as a kid. Putting my hands on the narrowest point; confidently, proprietary, surges the masculine energy all the more. Then to feel her writhe in my grip just a little in moments like this, or much more in others. Gets the juices flowing harder. Kira changed the mood on a dime and wrapped her sexy-femmy arms around my neck and drew me close against her darling being. It was a "I want you!" and "How was your day?" hug all in one-- for us both actually.
Our hug finished off and she turned around to make her artfully arched back and round ass teh center of my world, then struck a few moves from her pole dancing class. That did it. Two strides later I breathed a long, deep and serious sounding breath against the nape of her neck while my fingers pushed down between her jeans and her silky ass skin. I felt her strawberry ice cream pink g-string, went under it to make sure she knew as I squeezed down slowly on each firm cheek that dinner was going to be a little later than we planned. She loved that feeling and my desire forced me to look down the back of her pants to the cleavage her ass cleft displayed. That spot at the very top of it with the curled Y. Looks like this:(  )Y(  ). That spot made me growl again and told her how deliberately I would slide inside when the time came.

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For those new to my blog: I write on my and others' sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible. It so often lights a desire to "Want to do that. Feel that." A want to learn how to have better sex through sex advice and sex education, maybe for the first time in their lives. I also intend to present to my readers the reality of great sex at any level of sophistication. I'm not a sex therapist, I don't do sex therapy. I'm a sex life consultant. I teach and I do.