Last year after Coachella ended Sex God and I stayed an extra day or two at the condo. Having that time alone together was really a treat for us so this year we were determined to take the entire week off. And our relationship much needed the together time. Part of being in a non-monagamous type of relationship is managing the together time so neither partner feels neglected. We’d been doing a poor job of that by the time Coachella came around. I kept NOT asking for more time because I knew I’d soon get a week of him and at least 4 days of just him and I. My attempts at being unselfish almost cost us the relationship.
Mmmmmm
But then we were finally alone in the condo after Coachella. We soon settled nicely into a routine of I cook breakfast and he cooked dinner. Since we mostly did meats on the grill with salad for dinners he excelled at his turn. I’d brought these delicious pineapple brats which he stuffed with sliced pepper and mushrooms and grilled. The man truly loves experimenting with food. And he’s good at it! lol (Although I shouldn’t be surprised, he loves experimenting… heeheehee)
I, of course, excel at breakfasts because its my favorite meal. But even more so at dominating our sex play. One of the things that makes Sex God my sex god is the way he is just made to be a sex toy. Responsive both in body and in auditory feedback that brings out the Dom in me. He grunts, groans, gasps and cusses in the most delicious way when I’m spanking him, taking my latex whip to his back or ass, using a toy or my hands in his little hole or attacking his nipples which are the most sensitive, hard, tantalizing things!
So, despite the fact that my body decided to ring in my 50th birthday with a menstrual cycle we managed to have sex at least twice a day. Any more and his balls just shrug and say, “Dude, we’re out of inventory.” Which basically means he can get hard and will but won’t be able to ejaculate and I gotta tell you, I just HAVE to have that whipped cream on a desert part of sex with him.
Sex God prefers to be naked and with THIS eye candy around its amazing I’m not fucking him 24/7
We would wake up & have lovely morning sex which was mostly our usual of me orally pleasing him while he fingered my holes till I squirmed & creamed. Then we’d do pounding sex in one or two typical positions, either that V one where he holds my legs up in a V or basic missionary with my legs around his arms. But we always ended in the position he loves to cum in. So he’ll stop and turn me over using my legs and I just grin because I know NOW comes the greatest pleasure. With me flat on my stomach and him fucking me from behind he hits my clit from the inside of my vagina just before he hits the G spot. It’s glorious. AND I’m in the position I usually masturbate to so I just slip my fingers anywhere near my clit and apply opposite pressure and I’m slamming out orgasms almost in rhythm to his thrusts. Oh and his thrusts… they aren’t your usual fucking thrusts. No, they are this combo mix of fast, squirmy twisting, deep then shallow as he works to get his temperamental balls to explode.
His orgasm is one of the reasons he’s my Sex God. Its just an experience my body wants. I’ll do without sex if I can’t have his orgasm at the end. (Well… I will admit sometimes… I’ll just ride him for my pleasure, get off and pat him with a “too bad for you” attitude.. but its rare!)
Ah… but after a day of lounging by the pool with his Coachella Bang (OJ, Coconut Vodka & Sprite.. yum) drinks, then lounging in the condo mostly naked, looking at candidates on dating sites for threesomes, or a movie from Redbox…. I’m hot and horny and usually place him on all fours on the bed to arouse myself with the noises I can get out of his mouth by what I do to his body. I can happily say I never leave marks, nor break skin with my teeth and hickeys on anything other than the neck never stick around so why bother when biting gets better noises. And I don’t do TOO much to his asshole or his cock gives up the game and decides to leave the party…. so its a lovely challenge for me of timing and my orgasms and his orgasms.
One such day we skipped the Dom play and went to see a movie instead. Mid-week between two Coachella weekends and the town of Indio was flat out EMPTY! The fact the theater was open and staffed was amazing. The fact we were the only people watching “G.I. Joe 2” was less ludicrous. If I didn’t have issues with public sex we could have SO done it in that theater. That and the fact I love watching Bruce Willis on the screen so didn’t want to miss any of the movie. hahaha
In any case, when we got back I was very, very horny for him. And I was feeling a little aggressive. So I kind of shoved him onto the kitchen chair and straddled him for a make out session. I was enjoying it so much we stripped down (which really was easy since it was tank tops & shorts!) and resumed the position on the chair with the addition of his cock inside me. And these chairs seem to be perfect for sex! Low enough and not too wide so I didn’t feel I was splitting open on them and with a high back that I just gripped and rocked my hips back and forth.
I often mistakenly think I need to have an up and down motion when I’m on top when what really works for me is something of a combo of rubbing and rocking my hips. This grinding gets me quickly to a clitoral orgasm that leaves me craving more and I can do it over and over again to my pleasure. And for some reason men don’t seem to mind I’m being selfish. Probably because the up and down is so difficult I give up rather quickly!
I flat out used my Sex God in an aggressive fucking that I don’t usually manage when we have sex. I’ll Dom in the foreplay but I’m more the recipient when it comes to the sex. And I really, really loved doing it to him. Ladies, there is something primal about aggressively fucking your partner that we almost never get to experience. I’ve had no success with strap-ons so this was wonderful to be able to feel like I’m pounding him while we’re both getting pleasure from it. If only he had chairs like that at his place. Sigh. Well, maybe next time he comes over we can sneak down and take over the living room when the kids go to bed.
Soul Mates? Maybe but more like Kindred Souls on almost everything
By the last day we were both refreshed and reluctant to go back to work (even though I did some of it remotely while on vacation.) It reminded me that I needed to have more than just 3 hour increments with this man. I used to spend entire weekends just lounging at his place, going out to see music/dance/dinner or to the beach or just being naked all day watching movies and porn. Every year we swear to do this more than just once a year… sigh.
Maybe 2013 will be different. lol