I’ve often said that the woman is the star in most relationships. It’s quite simple actually, for a man sexual pleasure pretty much revolves around one act. But for a woman, most women at least there has to be more there, there has to be a certain level of comfort at the very least. A certain level of arousal that’s not only physical but mental.
I don’t really remember my first kiss, I don’t remember the first time I touched a girl in an inappropriate place or slow danced with her. I suppose I should remember those things but the truth is, they just weren’t that memorable.
But there is one thing I remember; I remember the first time I brought a woman to climax. The first time I felt the rush of pleasing someone, the power that sexual stimulation has. It wasn’t like a porno where she screamed my name and the credits started to roll, there weren’t candles burning and Jodeci in the background.
It was a Thursday and we were out of school for something, some Holiday, I remember her lying on the couch and it came so natural to me to walk over and take control. But not of her, of the situation, pleasure is about more than touching and feeling and groping. It’s about the anticipation that each time is going to be different. It’s about taking your time but not being timid. I’ve never thought about getting mines first, mainly because of pride but mostly because if you please someone she’s going to go out of her way to return the favor in most cases.
The Ultimate Pleasure is Giving Pleasure
Bringing a woman to the point of a real orgasm, a real sexual climax is equivalent to putting money in the bank. The look in her eyes, the glow on her face, the faint sense of calm that comes over her body. Sex is about more than physical releases, it’s about caring enough to want to make each time unforgettable. And I’ve learned to leave my ego at the door, there have been plenty of times where I wasn’t getting it done in one aspect so I have to switch up and do something else, my pride may be hurt but satisfying her is the goal.
From my perspective every woman’s body speaks it’s on language, to kiss a stomach on one woman may make her laugh, to kiss another woman’s stomach, that may arouse her to the point of no return. Pleasure is a reaction to stimulation, mental or physical or emotional.
Leaving inhibitions at the door and allowing yourself to be taught, I’m twenty eight and there is one fact about women that I will forever know is true. There is no way I can no her body better than she can, NO WAY AT ALL! I can watch, I can listen, I can learn but I can never touch her the way she touches herself. So it’s up to me to take a deep breath and pay attention.
I would hope that the people who read my writing are adults and as an adult we all know sex is a big part of who we are. It’s not more important than a lot of things in our lives but it can damn sure add to our quality of life when done right. Especially when we’re getting satisfied.
How many of us have been in situations where we knew we were doing our part but the person we were with just couldn’t satisfy us? It’ s a feeling that transcends race, age, financial status.
I don’t believe in hiding who I am or what I like because the truth will always come to light, I love women and I love the feeling of a kiss, the feeling of sensual thoughts hiding behind her eyes. I want my voice to be able to bring her to arousal from a thousand miles away, not because of my words but because of the memories that are going to come to her mind when she’s alone and horny and needing to have that release.
Writing about sex has never made me uncomfortable because it’s not cheesy or over the top. I’m no porn star or sexual expert, I’m just a man that understands the value of giving pleasure. The detail and focus that it takes to notice a collarbone, a finger, the back of a neck, all the places that are neglected.
Now, in honor of the first real rainy day we’ve had in awhile, here’s a couple of paragraphs to make your thoughts run wild, I hope you enjoy.
One Last Time
“It’s storming and I have a flat. Triple A is telling me that it’s going to take two hours at the least, I can’t get a hold of my brother or father. I didn’t have anyone else to call, the rain is really falling and I don’t like being out here. I even tried to change it myself but the bolts are stuck or something on the rim.”
Calling him was the last thing I wanted to do, we hadn’t talked in a month, not so much as a text but I knew he would come. A part of me knew I was using him but I was scared, I wasn’t in a bad part of town but the area I was in was damn near the country. Why I moved all the way out here… I couldn’t remember now.
“Okay, let me tell my guys I’m leaving and I’ll be there in about thirty. Just get in the car and lock the doors, you need anything?” This was the problem with us, we didn’t know how to be friends and we weren’t ready to be strangers. I was in trouble I called him and he dropped everything he was doing, he takes control and I know everything is going to be alright.
“I’m fine, I’ll be waiting, thanks.”
We hung up and I just looked at my phone, he was a good man and I was a good woman but something about us just wasn’t right. We were too dependent on each other and that scared me, I needed to know who I was without him. At least that’s what I told myself and as soon as I get in a situation he’s the person I have to end up calling.
And it wasn’t just that he was coming to fix my tire, it was that I hadn’t had sex since the last time we saw each other. So many nights I just sat in the bed naked and air drying holding my phone. Wanting to call him, needing some dick but I just couldn’t do that to him, do that to us. Now in the middle of a thunderstorm he was playing my knight in shining armor. I’d had a couple of margaritas after work and I was in my feelings something serious.
It was only six but it was dark as hell and the stretch of road I was on had no street lights. The fact that I was able to pull over under an overpass was a miracle or else I was sure someone would have hit me. The rain hitting my window, the radio was doing one of those rainy day slow jam sessions, before I knew it my hands had a mind of their own. I opened my legs and cracked the window just a little so I could hear it better. Sucking my finger I pushed my panties to the side and started to touch it, masturbating in strange places always got me a little wetter than normal. The more I touched it, the wetter I got, the more I saw his face, the more I felt his tongue. I grabbed my phone out the cup holder, took my panties off and placed them on the steering wheel. I snapped a pic and sent it to him.
The body wants what it wants.
He didn’t text back but I knew he got it, he responded to everything I sent. A lot of men said certain women made them crazy but their actions didn’t really show that. His actions did.
Ten minutes later he pulled up behind me, I left my panties on the steering wheel and unlocked the doors. His lights went off and I heard his door close, he opened my passenger door and pulled me across the seat without saying a word. From the passenger side there was no way a soul could see us. I pulled my skirt up, one leg was on the dashboard, the other over his shoulder. As soon as his lips touched it I could feel the shocks shoot up my body, as soon as his fingers went inside I couldn’t help but unsnap my bra and throw it in the backseat. I knew he liked to fuck me with my clothes on but no lingerie.
He was just nasty like that, I was nasty too so it worked, if our heads weren’t so screwed up we would be alright.
“Eat it! She missed you! I missed you! Look how wet she is for you! Taste it baby! Taste it!”
My ass was coming off the seat, my hands were trying to reach for his head but with my legs going every way I couldn’t get it so I gripped the steering wheel and the top of my skirt.
“GOD I NEEDED THIS! DON’T STOP! I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH!”
Five minutes later I was trying to close my legs after cumming as hard as I’d came in months but he was having none of it, he turned me over and pushed himself in from the back. He was home!
“IT’S YOURS! YOU’RE HOME BABY! YOU’RE HOME!”
The harder he got, the more I pushed back, why did sex have to feel so good?! Why did I have to drink those drinks! Would I be doing this shit if I was sober?!
“HARDER! HARDER! DO YOU MISS ME?! DO YOU MISS YOUR PUSSY!?”
“YES! YEEEES! TELL ME YOU LOVE ME! SAY IT!” I was trying my best to turn around and look at him but the shit was just feeling too good.
“Cum in me, cum wherever you want! I LOVE YOU BABY! I LOVE YOU!”
I felt him cumming and pushed my ass back harder, tightened my walls and felt his hand around my neck. My heart was beating out of my chest, my blouse was soaked and I had tears in my eyes. I turned around and brought his face to mine, I loved kissing him and tasting my juices on his tongue.
“Now change my tire!” He laughed and went to fix the tire, followed me home and we stayed in bed cuddling, watching movies and eating naked the rest of the day. He left around two am and I slept like a baby.