describe how it happens

Disclaimer: read at your own risk; participants, lovers, doubters. Here is a sneak description of the Saturday night's orgasm. Exhausted, weeping, 3 am after a complete opening of the psyche by this lover.

All my defenses down in other words.

His smell is what really turns me on. My face buried in his crotch, my hands on his thighs or small of his back. OH, when he hummed on me? all over, i felt my gspot move against his finger and then his tongue, such good pressure, in the channels of my clit, then squishing it flat from top of the hood. Damn. who knew being a woman is such fun**grins**

i felt the rollercoaster hang on top for a second and then down into waves and bumps. Not real pronounced, but hte feeling was there. i relaxed against his mouth and hand and in another couple of minutes there it was again. very cool. very needed.

He loved me thoroughly and then i actually slept for three hours. His bed is not for women. it is his bed. funny that. . .

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huhh, thinking that it didn't take long for my natural ways of expressing myself to rebound from the last  5-6 years. Mannerisms and dress. Deeper ingrained repsonses, i love to ride on top in bed.