My recaps are dry and dull. D typically does a much better job. Here is her account of a recent session at the Liberty. I have altered nothing but for the sake of anonymity, plus a few punctuation marks:
Dear XXX,
Here's what I remember happening between us on Wednesday, October 24th between 4 and 7. Let's see if the pot is killing my short term memory. I'll try my best.
Well, we were smoking and talking on the bed. You were taking off your clothes , I was keeping everything on except my shoes and socks ( a foreshadowing of things to come). We sat crosslegged facing eachother. We were smoking and staring, and at some point you said " D, take off your top". Once the top was off I couldn't hold you back. You were grabbing my breasts over my bra and squeezing my nipples. I started to stroke your upper thighs with my hands, my fingers reaching towards your inner thighs. I felt your legs and sort of brushed over your cock and balls enough with my hands to make you jumpy. You told me you would come if I continued to do that. I told you that we had three hours and that should afford us an opportunity to take things slowly. It was the last thing you wanted to hear. At one point, after feeling how hard your cock was I told you we needed to fuck. And your face . . . it said it all.
I unzipped my pants and quickly took off my underwear. I laid down before you , ready for you to mount me. You opened me up slowly and we had the first of what would be the most amazing fucks. Before long you were coming in me, over and over again. You were very deep and I was wiggling my hips back and forth to the rhythm of your movements. You came, but you were still rock hard, so we continued to fuck. We stopped and I climbed on your face.
It was there that I had a series of orgasms. One leading into the other . . . your lips locked tight around my clit your fingers pinching my nipples, me riding your face . . . you smothered in my wetness. I remember being in that euphoric state, a continuation of it from our fucking just before. I remember when you were fucking me coming for the first time as I rubbed my clit on your pelvic bone. I came again and again after that. I love when our faces are so close and I"m coming and my mouth is touching yours, we are breathing on eachother and our bodies are so tight and close. I love to come that way, especially when you are reflecting back to me my euphoria . . . it is quite an experience. I just want to stay there with you, forever.
I think I needed a break after that but I probably didn't get one. I think I got fucked. This fuck being different, more intense, more passionate, more driven. Beautiful. There was lots of fucking as we were once again euphoric. You were never going to stop fucking me. It's too bad for you that you eventually tire and I manage to wiggle my way into a break. But during those breaks you are just about the most impatient thing I have ever seen. You lay there like you are laying on a bed of nails. It takes all your muster not to throw a full blown tantrum... instead it comes out in this semi-contained , semi-civil manner. You have conditioned yourself to deal with the time it takes me to smoke a cigarette . . . but that is it! That's why you always say "Smoke the damn cigarette ". But sometimes I don't want to smoke and I feel like I need to just to get a four minute break. But even then you want to eat my cunt while I'm smoking. I obviously don't have the same drive as you , which I think is directly wired to your addiction. You were always like that with me and will always be. You asked me yesterday what it is like for me to be with someone who has so much desire for me? And to be honest, I find this part addicting. It is a fantasy that many woman have but never really find. I have found it with you.
I have lots of desire for you , but I can't match it with physical energy. You seem to be able to do that very well. I can do it too if I could temper it with cuddling and kissing inbetween the frenzied parts. But what you have to realize is that the orgasms sap my energy , especially if I am having one after the other. Sometimes, especially if I 'm sitting on your face . . . and sometimes when I orgasm during anal sex... it is so intense I need to just recalibrate in some way. But often I can't do that unless I flee from the room! Darling , I'm not complaining ... and I love it so much. I'm just saying that I could seriously have a heart attack or become autistic like I told you yesterday. It scares me sometimes , where I go with you yet I am never really afraid. I just think I should be afraid . . . sort of left brain, right brain stuff. Do you know what I mean? Once I finally turn my thinking off, or open up more . . . I will really be able to do it.
Hmmmm, where was I? Well my love . . . I was smoking and you were asking what I wanted to do next? I think you were saying, " Do you want to go out for a romantic dinner, or have a lovely drink in the village?" NO YOU WEREN"T!" You were saying . . . "do you want to suck my cock and if you don't start sucking my cock I am going to suck on your toes or do something that will end up with you sucking my cock". But before that you were laying between my legs tongue fucking me. Do you remember that?
So you started with the toe sucking. I was sitting up and you were laying sideways across the bed. You were sucking my big toe and licking it and teething on it. You were basically giving my big toe a blowjob. My toe felt really big and like it had a head and foreskin. It was crazy erotic and I felt like I was on "X" ( the good stuff that we never got). I was in heaven. I reached for your erect cock and just started fingering the head in the same pattern as the movements of your tongue. We were totally in sinc, did you notice? It was a wonderful dance between your tongue on my toe and my hand on your cock. I think I asked you to play with my clit , and ofcourse I exploded in an orgasm. Oh . . . I just loved that so much.
And to show you my love I got on top of you. I think I was planning to sit on your cock. But then you started that talk about how I couldn't get you excited by just rubbing my wet cunt on your thigh. So I listened while I watched your expression, which told a different story. It basically led you to pull out the ILY sex toy, after I orgasmed on your leg you couldn't help yourself. You held out for quite some time.. but then it was over.
So we started fucking from there , using the ILY toy. I was beside myself in bliss. I loved it. I love you. I love to be able to say it so freely. And I think it's kind of brilliant that we can use it in this way. It is the perfect place for it, where it can be absolutely sincere and damage free.
So then you fucked me on the other side of the bed. But before that I think I gave you an incredible blowjob. And then you fucked my ass because you were watching my ass while I was sucking your cock. You really want me to suck your cock, let you fuck my ass, eat me out, suck on my tits and get a handjob all at the same time. I want to do even more with you. I want us to travel together to this uncharted territory.
I watched myself come in the mirror, upside down. It is still hard for me to think I am beautiful. I feel beautiful though.
Then I sat on your face. Then we had to go. We walked in the rain. We talked. But the magical part was over. Except when you said you wanted to sit next to me at that place where you ate. I never sat next to anyone like that. I think that is just so damn sexy.
Did I forget anything? My nipples are so hard right now. I wish you were licking them.
Thank you my love.... D
Monday, October 29, 2007
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Sounds like great fun. But, please, what is an "ILY" toy?
ReplyDeleteI don't think it is very hard to work out the acronym, so I will not answer that question.
ReplyDeleteI get the acronym. But isn't she talking about an "ILY toy"? Is that a reference to you? And is LCA in love?
ReplyDeleteWow....Just....Wow
ReplyDeleteHot....does D have a blogspot? Would love to read it?
ReplyDeleteD does not blog, and does not know that I sometimes post her recaps to the blog. If you think that is unethical, you are right.
ReplyDeleteIf she doesn't have a blog, why did she write it down? Or did she?
ReplyDeleteD sent me the recap in an e-mail, for my eyes only. Hence the remark about my posting it here being unethical. If D had a blog of her own, it would make very good reading - but it would be all about me, I'm afraid.
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