Thursday, July 28, 2005
GOD, NO, ANOTHER SEX PARTY? (Part 7)
So, we resume the party with me atop R, grinding pubic bone to tailbone. The feeling is a bit indirect, but quite lovely. I can't recall doing this before, but my partner D - who remembers far more about our sex life over 15 years than I seem to - tells me later that I have done this same maneuver with him.
He recounts how he came home from work one day, then suddenly I wanted to leap his bones. I got his clothes off apparently and then zeroed right in on his cute little ass. He was quite pleased.
For the life of me, I can't remember it. Gee, and here I thought I was inventing this maneuver for the first time at this party. Well, tonight it feels like my first time. Lucky me.
I happen to glance around the room as I am slowly grinding away, and wonder of wonders, I see I am the ONLY woman who's on top of her guy. Duh, what's that all about?
Like I said earlier, this is a relentlessly hetero crowd. Relentless being the operative word. For these couples, most of them anyways, to even be here...that's a major leap forward. For the woman to get on top, that may have to wait, hopefully until only the NEXT sex party.
I am trying to take my time, but the pressure keeps mounting, until I finally come. It feels intense, my hands are digging into R's upper back now, I hope I'm not leaving a trail of marks. My nails are modest. My movements slow down to next to nothing.
D gets annoyed with me at these moments, I tend to slow down my grinding when I'm on top and nearing orgasm. For a guy, this is not always the best moment to go slow. Guys seem to need a lot more motion that I may be able to supply them at this point. Usually we try to compromise.
Given my druthers, my theory is that I like to really get into the orgasm itself, and the best way to do that is to strip away all the movement, keep the verbalizations to a low minimum, and in the stillness of my own body the sensation of the orgasm occurring is like a volcanic eruption inside me.
So, the upshot is that I don't need a lot of movement at all.
The stillness renders it even more intense. I get to savor it in absolute calm and quietness.
Try it sometime.
I hope the spectators in the peanut gallery had a good show.
He recounts how he came home from work one day, then suddenly I wanted to leap his bones. I got his clothes off apparently and then zeroed right in on his cute little ass. He was quite pleased.
For the life of me, I can't remember it. Gee, and here I thought I was inventing this maneuver for the first time at this party. Well, tonight it feels like my first time. Lucky me.
I happen to glance around the room as I am slowly grinding away, and wonder of wonders, I see I am the ONLY woman who's on top of her guy. Duh, what's that all about?
Like I said earlier, this is a relentlessly hetero crowd. Relentless being the operative word. For these couples, most of them anyways, to even be here...that's a major leap forward. For the woman to get on top, that may have to wait, hopefully until only the NEXT sex party.
I am trying to take my time, but the pressure keeps mounting, until I finally come. It feels intense, my hands are digging into R's upper back now, I hope I'm not leaving a trail of marks. My nails are modest. My movements slow down to next to nothing.
D gets annoyed with me at these moments, I tend to slow down my grinding when I'm on top and nearing orgasm. For a guy, this is not always the best moment to go slow. Guys seem to need a lot more motion that I may be able to supply them at this point. Usually we try to compromise.
Given my druthers, my theory is that I like to really get into the orgasm itself, and the best way to do that is to strip away all the movement, keep the verbalizations to a low minimum, and in the stillness of my own body the sensation of the orgasm occurring is like a volcanic eruption inside me.
So, the upshot is that I don't need a lot of movement at all.
The stillness renders it even more intense. I get to savor it in absolute calm and quietness.
Try it sometime.
I hope the spectators in the peanut gallery had a good show.
