There I said it. As much time as I spend bitching about what I don’t like about me, there are certain parts of me I do adore. Like my incredibly long eyelashes, my back, my breasts, my ass and my pussy. (Though I wish my pussy looked more like porn stars).
I have a tight pussy. Plain and simple. I’ve never had children. I have never masturbated with insanely huge dildos/objects. I have never been fisted. I’m a small girl which also adds to the small size and tightness.
I would go so far as to say, being with me is like being a virgin (minus the whole innocence, though I can certainly play the part). Whenever Sylvanus enters me, I always gasp for a second. It always hurts just briefly until my body adjusts to his hardness. When I have gone without for a time (even just a day or two) my pussy goes back to being extremely tight.
I have gone for 3 weeks now without anything going inside my pussy. I’m a little nervous and yet excited for when Sylvanus takes me once more.
He returns tonight.
Nervous, because I know my pussy will need to adjust to his size once more. I know there is going to be that moment of discomfort. Of feeling his cock claiming my pussy once more. Feeling his head push through my folds slowly. Feeling the ridge as he “pops” into me. Here, I gasp. From here the rest comes easy as his shaft pushes its way inside, allowing my pussy to envelop him in my moist and pulsing warmth.
We pause here, savouring the sensation of feeling each other once more as lovers fully embraced. I imagine myself on my back, he above me, his hands on either side of me as he holds himself up. His face watches mine as he enters me, his hips move forward and stop. I can feel his cock twitch within me. My hands reach up and my fingers dig into his back, pulling him into me. I feel his weight as his flesh pushes into my breasts. I pant against him. My hips gyrate slightly. My pussy pulses in arousal and my muscles squeeze around his cock.
We pause here, savouring the sensation of feeling each other once more as lovers fully embraced. I imagine myself on my back, he above me, his hands on either side of me as he holds himself up. His face watches mine as he enters me, his hips move forward and stop. I can feel his cock twitch within me. My hands reach up and my fingers dig into his back, pulling him into me. I feel his weight as his flesh pushes into my breasts. I paint against him. My hips gyrate slightly. My pussy pulses in arousal and my muscles squeeze around his cock.
He pulls back and I gasp at the feel of his cock moving within me. I feel the ridge of his cock pulling up and along my inner walls. I feel it move all the way to the opening, but just before it can see the light of day once more, he pushes into me. His cock pushes deeper. I gasp and moan. I awaken from my dormant sexual state.
I want all of him. I want him deep inside me. No matter how deep or how hard, it will never be enough. There is an urgency now. I need him. I need him to take me. Claim me as his.
As my pussy is finally stretched and accepting of him, our movements become primal. This is not a fucking. No, this is not a time for fucking. This is love making. Love making that happens between two people who haven’t seen each other in a very long time. There is that need to make love and that hunger for so much more.
His thrusts do not quicken, instead, they become measured and precise. He plunges hard and deep. Each thrust pounds into me and I grunt as his hips push against me.
Every thrust, every movement, brings me closer to the edge. I want him to cum. I want to feel that familiar spasm that I have not felt in 3 weeks within me. I want to feel his body tense. I want to feel his cock harden as he thrusts one last time into my pussy. I want to bask in his pleasure as each pulse of his cock signifies his seed being released within me.
His pleasure erupts my own. I clench my muscles around him, as it is my turn to spasm in orgasm.
He collapses next to me as he pulls his cock away. I feel his seed spill out and down to the sheet underneath. I look at him and gaze at the man whom I love so dearly and who loves me in return. The man who furiously made love to me just the way we needed it.
dam… I love my pussy.