Chasing Orgasms

Morning light filters through the blinds across the bed. It's hours before daily obligations will beckon me to their locale. I'm sprawled across the clean crisp sheets with a cup of coconut oil by my side. I dip my fingers into the cool white thick substance and at contact with my skin the oil immediately warms and liquefies. The action of my fingers gently touching the hood of my clit acts like a primer and my own juices start to flow mixing with the delicious slick oil.

With my eyes closed and a soft breeze floating across my bare sultry flesh a parade of past lovers come to view. My fingers dance around the outline of my wanting puss, slipping and sliding easily between the curve where my inner thighs meet her fleshy lips. Teasing and brushing lightly at her opening, desire builds. The chase has begun.

The memory of a passionate lover with wandering fingers and a ravenous mouth makes my fingers flicker as I remember his touch and attention. I can almost smell him and my fingers seem to hold the memory of his movements. Or is it the memory of my delighted pussy that is guiding the way? At that moment I don't care who is in control. I only want to savor the journey of the chase. I can feel the pulsing of the first orgasm building. My clit stands erect and I swear sometimes she acts as if she's a cock wanting to penetrate a warm soft place. The fullness builds inside me, pushing toward that delicious peak...the top of that mountain that holds her release. My fingers are a blur as I climb higher and she pushes against my hand harder, fingers probing and sliding everywhere. Electricity shoots through my clit as a gush of my juices flows over my now slow moving fingers. Softly they stroke along the sides of my inner lips as waves of warmth and endorphins wash over my frame. I take my time coming back down from the top of the mountain. Indulging in the satisfaction of the first climax. As my mind begins to clear, my fingers continue to gently explore. I can feel there are at least two more orgasms to be drawn out.

Another lover comes to view and my fingers find their rhythm again. A bit softer this time as the need and hunger slowly builds. I can feel the tingling and excitement as the next orgasm makes it way from its hidden place. They call out to me to discover where in my vagina they lurk. It's a beautiful and exciting chase as I entice them one by one from their dwelling place.

Going Down. Honey, Coconut Oil and Cum.

It had been two glorious hours of foreplay and lustful fornication in the early hours of the morning before I needed to leave for work. There is much to be relished in a long time lover and the familiarity that comes with that union. You know every moan, sigh, movement and longing that emits from the other. That is if you are paying attention. And we always paid attention to each other. That was the beauty. And that was the beauty of him and why he was neatly tucked in the back pocket of my heart knowing he'd come at my beckon call. He was never my boyfriend. I didn't want that. I wasn't ready for that. He was my lover. It was a clean relationship. Honest. No pretense that it may turn into something else. We lived separate lives, walked separate paths. He, adventurous but still vanilla, me...well you know me. ;) But the chemistry and sexual attraction was heaven and we both chose to let it live between us for as long as it served our needs.

His thick, lovely cock always hard the moment he walked through my door. I could feel it bulging, hanging down one thigh through his jeans as he pressed against my body and began to devour me with his mouth. We stood on equal ground. Neither dom or sub. Raw, primal hunger was in control. Whatever sexy garment I wore was stripped from me in moments as all clothes were peeled away and scattered.

The passion and dance between us always memorable. The foreplay and lovemaking electric but there were times when after it was calm and restful that the best was yet to come.

I loved watching his cock lay flaccid, resting against his groin. Without thinking my hand would naturally find its way to his softness and fondle his warm balls and smooth soft cock. As it would start to find life again my mouth would water and need to feel him pass through my lips once again. The taste of our mixed juices dried on his cock made my head swim with thoughts of him inside me only moments before. My diet of honey yogurt and the use of coconut oil as a lube, mixed with his cum made the taste the nectar of gods.

Then he would turn me to my back and bury his face in between my legs like a ravenous man. I always loved when he went down on me, but these times when he did, after we had made love and my pussy was full and wet with his cum...Fuck!  It would flip a switch in me and my lust for him would ignite to a higher primal level. With each lap of his tongue, tracing along my lips, thrusting inside me and sucking every drop from within me made my hunger and need for him grow ever stronger. The intimacy, acceptance and celebration of the unity of our bodies was more evident by his action that his words could ever convey. Every time I came harder because I felt adored and worshiped. He'd come back to me with his face glistening with our juices and his lips tasted like warm honey.

Some turn away from such pleasures.

To be my lover there must be no barriers. I'm a greedy little bitch and I expect my lover to be lecherous.

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Pussy Whispering

~Vista~

Pussies come in many shapes and sizes and are intricately woven through the equally complicated body of a woman. The nerve endings that lie within her extend farther than between our legs. That fact is well worth noting! Depending on the wiring, likes and dislikes of a woman the things that will grab her pussy's attention and welcome you into her warm world can vary. I can only speak to the particular appetite and insatiable needs of mine and how to engage her in such a way that greed and lust pull you happily into her lair.

Here is a basic seductive list of 5 'Pussy Whisperings' that are sure to pave the way into my world:

1. Words.
Yes...your words. Words are an aphrodisiac to my mind. You may have an amazing cock that I've drooled over countless times online and a body that makes my pussy shake with desire, but if you are unable to engage my mind, seduce those pesky neurotransmitters to spark with lust you have already lost your pass to heaven. My pussy may argue but believe me, my mind is more powerful and I've walked away many times because I knew in the long run even that hungry girl would eventually lose her appetite.

Intelligence, wisdom that comes with taking risks and living life, sharing your failures along with your successes will pull me into your soul. I want to touch your soul first. To have you be able to articulate your feelings, honestly without shame. To have the ability to look at me and suddenly see something you never saw before as I listen to you. To have you stare at me in wonder then tell me in your beautiful words what desires are filling your head. That even naughty, filthy, dirty words coming out of your mouth are wrapped in velvet. Each sentence touching every part of my body with passion. That you understand your words are more powerful and penetrating than the cock that hangs between your legs. Yes, I'm a dominant woman, but seduce me damn it!

2. Eyes.
Look at me when you talk with me. In a D/s dynamic this would be outside of any play. I'm not about 24/7. The dynamic between us will always lie underneath all we do ready to emerge when called upon.  But know what I look like. Tell me about the very small heart shaped mole on my left upper eye lid that you've studied while I slept. The scar on my right shin from climbing rocks as a little girl. The mole on the side of my right breast that you've traced countless times with your tongue. Know me because you've studied me with your eyes.

3. Mouth.
A good kiss can awaken any sleeping pussy from slumber! You must love to kiss, nibble, softly at first then increasing your passion as you sense the hunger building. Kiss my lips! Keep your tongue to yourself until that passion builds. My lips need to feel the moist, softness of yours. Love them. Explore their texture. Know that their sensitivity is communicating with my pussy's lips. Making her hunger grow and creating a jealousy and need to have you.

4. Touch.
Touch me...everywhere! Not just my breasts, (although for me my nipples are directly connected to my clit!) but running your hands down the strength of my arms, down my sides, up the inside of my thighs....explore me, touch me until I'm grabbing your hand and shoving your fingers inside her! Touch the length and breath of her. Not just her slit but all around. Over her mound, along the crease of the inner thighs. Talk to her. Let her feel the vibrations of your words and breathing upon her. She loves to be wet with her desire and yours. Learn that her nerve endings run deep and throughout that whole region. Feel her response to your touch.

5. Her memory.
Yes! Pussies have a memory. She remembers how you touch her and pay attention to her responses. How you kiss her. How you play with her and tease her with the tip of your cock. She also remembers when and if she's been violated or treated roughly without consent. She remembers the good and the bad. And if the bad emotions have not been healed she may tighten and not let you in. She remembers every sweet and harsh word. Many emotions are hidden away in her velvet walls. My mind may push things aside but she'll stand her ground. She is the gatekeeper to my soul. Make her believe your desire for her.

There you have it. My Five basics of Pussy Whispering. The list will vary according to the woman. Keep in mind we are all unique. And each woman's list is valid for her!

Pussy Whispering is about listening, being present, paying attention and watching. She's paying attention to you. Even to how you pay attention to others.  ;)