My Favorite Part
Wednesday started out as the worst day. It ended with the best sex I have ever received.
I have no idea what I did to deserve the treatment I got that night, but I hope I continue to do whatever it was; over and over again. The only thing that could have made it better is if I had been able to let the cries/screams/moans out. Brendan was in the next room so I had to keep it down. Now, being quiet during regular sex is tough for me, so you can imagine how hard it was to maintain a low volume during the unending parade of orgasms that Randi was bestowing on me. She rendered me unable to do anything but fall into a blissful sleep.
The next day, after I thanked her for the fortieth time, she asked me what my favorite part had been. I thought about it hard. I really wanted to answer her with something that would ensure that it happened like that again, but I didn't have a favorite part. Everything she did led so perfectly into the next part. The end, when she was inside me, expertly working me like I was an instrument she was born to play, that was my favorite part. The explosive waves; one after the other...crashing into each other, into me. But that only worked the way it did because of what came before it. So that must have been my favorite part. Her tongue buried deep inside me...yeah, that had to be it. That was the best. But wait, the slow, light licking before that. Oh my god, the flicking of her tongue on my clit...the back and forth of her tongue inside me then back to my clit, then slowly back over my lips on her way back inside me. What was my favorite part?
I think my favorite part, after all that, was wrapping my arms around her and falling asleep in her arms.
I have no idea what I did to deserve the treatment I got that night, but I hope I continue to do whatever it was; over and over again. The only thing that could have made it better is if I had been able to let the cries/screams/moans out. Brendan was in the next room so I had to keep it down. Now, being quiet during regular sex is tough for me, so you can imagine how hard it was to maintain a low volume during the unending parade of orgasms that Randi was bestowing on me. She rendered me unable to do anything but fall into a blissful sleep.
The next day, after I thanked her for the fortieth time, she asked me what my favorite part had been. I thought about it hard. I really wanted to answer her with something that would ensure that it happened like that again, but I didn't have a favorite part. Everything she did led so perfectly into the next part. The end, when she was inside me, expertly working me like I was an instrument she was born to play, that was my favorite part. The explosive waves; one after the other...crashing into each other, into me. But that only worked the way it did because of what came before it. So that must have been my favorite part. Her tongue buried deep inside me...yeah, that had to be it. That was the best. But wait, the slow, light licking before that. Oh my god, the flicking of her tongue on my clit...the back and forth of her tongue inside me then back to my clit, then slowly back over my lips on her way back inside me. What was my favorite part?
I think my favorite part, after all that, was wrapping my arms around her and falling asleep in her arms.