The great orgasm drought of 2007 has broken!
This, unsurprisingly, pleases me mightily, as I was getting quite tetchy about my lack of libido. It first disappeared when I came down with a chest infection a few weeks ago, and as the chest infection turned into bronchitis, my libido (along with energy and appetite) disappeared completely. All that time in bed, and no desire for sex – it was a crying shame, which I buried under a tonne of reading and sleeping. Unfortunately for me, while both energy and appetite had returned by the next weekend, my libido malingered … pesky creature!
Adonis helped coax it back into the room (so to speak) last Wednesday, getting me nicely wound up and desirous of more. However, we were unable to persuade it to stay long enough for some relief. Dammit. So it wasn’t until Saturday night, after Apollo and I had watched the classic porno ‘Autobiography of a Flea’ (expect a review in a few days), that I felt the familiar pulsing in my nether regions that indicated horniness had finally returned.
(And boy, has it returned with a blast. Hot fucking with Apollo on Saturday night, fucking with Apollo again on Sunday night, very horny today at work … apparently my previously-AWOL libido wants to make up for lost time!)
It was a great relief to finally come again. The very useful Orgasm Logger has confirmed to me over the past few months what I’d suspected for a while – that I like to get off every couple of days. Doesn’t matter too much whether it’s self-pleasure or pleasure with partners (both have their moments), but, almost like clockwork, every two days on average will see me gushing, groaning, and generally feeling great. Which explains why I’m always running out of ‘bedroom towels’…
Saturday – that’s what I wanted to share with you. The road to orgasm looked like this:
Stripped to our underwear, Apollo and I tumble into bed. He gently, then with more pressure, rubs my clit and teases my labia through my knickers. I can feel my arousal building, my bud swelling, my cunt wettening. With a happy smile at Apollo followed by a long kiss, I lean over the side to grab a few towels from the pile, and position them underneath my arse – with my knickers still on. He looks askance at me – it’s not my usual style to come through fabric – but I was enjoying the rubbing/pressing/pulling sensations through the cotton, and want to come like that.
Which I do, gloriously. I soak through the gusset, and all around it. I soak into the towel. Only the presence of knickers prevents me from squirting all over Apollo. So he helps me to remove the sodden garment, and then helps me to come again …
Ah, the feel of my cunt muscles clenching around his cock! The building sensation of climax that then presses outwards like a tidal wave! The delicious tickling of his balls against my skin, his hips sliding across my thighs, the wet lascivious kisses we share at the bed creaks and rocks. Then the tightening of his scrotum, the groans pulled deep from within his belly, the tensing of his arms and torso while he shoots his creamy spunk deep into me.
Then the peaceful feeling of him collapsed in my arms, curled to one side so I can breathe. And the amusement in his voice when he sees my hand creeping downwards, to ease the libidinous ache in my clit and come yet again …