Last month I had the most interesting and unexpected sexual experience.
Now before you kinksters get all excited, its wasn’t what you think. Frankly, I’ve done enough of my share of kink to find kink more the norm than the unexpected. Ha! No, this unusual experience for me was how my body responded to the style of this lover, who’s earned the nickname Slowman.
We’d met months ago but never managed our schedules to have free time to play. Finally, it clicked and I drove to his apartment. “Description of him?” you ask, wanting to know more of this man… well, he was a little on the short side (which I prefer) and had an average body for a man in his 30’s. He was very cute and wonderful company, with good conversation. His size was on the smaller size of average, but boy did he use it WELL! And that was what was so interesting and unexpected.
Now all of my readers know I can orgasm pretty easily, and almost on command! Muahaha! So size isn’t really an issue for me. I’ve been know to happily turn down the man who claims he 8″ or more as that is just too much for someone as easy to please as me. Good sex tends to be more about the connection, the attraction level, his level of lust for me and well, how vocal he is! And I don’t mean words.. I mean moans and groans and expressions of his pleasure.
Slowman had a very easy going style with enough assurance to let me know what he preferred, hear what I liked and work the transitions from “talkative Heather” to “seductive Heather.” (Not every man easily moves me from one transition to another and the ones that can tend to get asked back!) Once we were naked he let me explore him in my new favorite position for oral sex… me on my stomach on the bed and he standing at the edge of it. This keeps my hair outta the way and my weight centered. Plus my hands are free! I find my body gets quite excited giving oral in this position and so I sometimes get a little squirmy in the ass area as my clit starts demanding participation.
Feeling he was sufficiently impressed with my enjoyment of getting him hard we moved to my favorite position for men his length…. doggy. I told him I prefer a hard and fast pounding and he obliged long enough to get at least 2 orgasms out of me. Then he admitted that this wasn’t his favorite position and switched me to missionary. And proceeded to completely surprise me.
His slow style involved this amazing grind that hit spots normally his size in missionary wouldn’t get to and my body loved every minute of it! There was no rushing in his style which didn’t stop my body from throwing out an orgasm every 5 minutes or so. I’m sure it was the wiggle action of his thrusts that did it. Sex God has a similar ending style that drives me insane. Throughout the grinding there was lots of kissing along my neck and breasts and whatever skin he could contact with his mouth. By the time he came I was just as spent as if I’d been ridden hard by any of my other lovers.
We chatted for a bit after. Honestly mostly me voicing my surprise. All compliments to his ears, I assure you. I also told him how rare for a lover to earn a nickname so quickly, but a unique style will certainly do that! Then without me noticing he began reaching over to caress my clit, easily transitioning the mood back to sex. I was surprised he wanted more, but happy to oblige. This time I mounted him and tried to give him that slow grind he enjoyed while keeping my mouth and tongue on his sensitive ear.
He was completely enjoying it and so was I until I realized my body was demanding I stop pleasing him and take over. It was a rather new sensation for me. I’ve ridden a man before to my own orgasm and its usually a quick process and not so mentally all consuming. More often than not my knees give out right after! But one of the things I adore about Sex God is the clear difference between when he’s fucking me for me and fucking me for himself. When he switches concentration to his own orgasm and gets all consumed it flips a switch for me, probably because he starts that grinding wiggle that is so incredibly enjoyable.
This time, it was ME who stopped fucking my partner for him and just fucked him for myself. It was amazing to make the conscious decision to stop pleasing him and just ride him, completely selfishly, for my own pleasure. Somewhere in all that, he came again and I didn’t even notice. That’s how caught up in myself I was. After that I realize I’m often the passive receiver during sex and rarely the aggressive taker. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it both ways! lol (And I’m often the aggressive taker when it comes to foreplay with Sex God.)
I was texting with Phat Boy the day after and he was grilling me with questions about my tryst with Slowman and after I described the evening he stated, “He made love to you.” I thought about it for a bit and would concur that his style definitely would fall more into line with a romance novel than a porn novel.
My reply was, “I would call it, ‘girlfriend trained’ more than anything else.” But it sure was enjoyable!