Is there anything in the world that compares to that first moment of mergence? That sweet sensation that feels like nothing else on earth?
I am tempted to say no. And the thing is, there are so many sensations in sexual play that feel so. fucking. good. Sensations starting at a low buzz, "mm, that's nice": the way your fingers feel trailing down my spine. Sensations that make me draw breath, sipping air: your tongue licking up the back of my neck. Sensations that make me tingle from head to toe, moaning "ohhhh yessss": your fingers wrapped around my shaft, pumping me slowly. Sensations that make me feel like I've been set on fire, but in a good way, "oh dear god I'm gonna....": that time-stopping instant just before coming. Sensations that make my blood burn, pulse pound, cock stand at attention: the excitement that races through me like summer lightning as you give me that come-hither look from across the room. Oh yeah -- I love them all, and a thousand more besides.
But for my money, nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to that instant when I part your glistening folds with my mushroom head and slide slowly, slowly, forward, gliding up and in and deep into your burning soaked depths.
No matter how hot you've made me, how much I'm burning for you, it doesn't matter. I could be incredibly keyed up, so hard and heavy and engorged, baking with lust, but it wouldn't matter. When I slip into you, you're always hotter. There's a nova burning at your core, and you channel directly from that to your pussy -- so regardless of how hot my cock is when I slide home, you're hotter still. And it's such a rare heat, too -- this heat that doesn't burn, just stokes me, inflames me, pushes my own redlining engine even closer to the danger point, so in seconds I'm clutching your ass with clenched hands, trying to draw myself deeper still....
Fire and water, two diametric opposites. How then is it that you can be so hot and so freakin' wet at the same time? It astounds me every single time I push into you how effortless it is, how your lips glisten with your excitement, gleaming in the dim light. I look down, marveling, at your sheen covering my cock as I pull back, inch by inch emerging from your tunnel, looking like I've been dipped in lacquer, bright and shiny. Wet. God, so wet. I can hear squishing, moist sounds, can feel your juices, thick like honey, shifting and flowing around my shaft. I can't find the bottom of your ocean, I'm drowning in your depths and loving it....
Heat. Wetness. The two alone would be enough to drive me insane, but when we add in the silky smooth feel of your velvet cunt gripping me, there's just no hope for me at all. Softness begetting more hardness; it enfolds me, presses close on all sides, engulfs me. Shapes itself to the invader, spreads for the head and closes tight around my shaft, sucks me inward, urges me to drive deeper. I can feel your muscles milking me, inviting me to slide up and in, over and over, to pull back only far enough to thrust home again, to fill you, to plunge deep, bury myself to the hilt and past, take you for my own, possess you utterly.
I pull you close and into my lap, rocking deeper. Sensations explode around me. The soft, maddening weight of your breasts. The dagger points of your nipples against my chest. The fresh tang of your sweat. The muskiness of your excitement. The taste of blood from my tongue, bitten hard to stifle my screams. The slipperiness of our mingled sweat on heated skin. And you're urging me on too, rocking against me, creating a rhythm, grinding hard, going hand in hand with me as we shoot higher, rocketing upwards, breaking through the clouds, hitting apogee, sun bursting on the horizon as we clear the edge and begin the long fall downwards.
Sensations.....all of them exquisite. But none of them, none of them, can ever match that first spine-tingling moment, that moment when I first slide home where I belong, that moment that shocks me anew each time.
(This month's theme for the Group Post was suggested by Autumn. As always, your host is the sexy and alluring Kimberly, the Errant Wife. Why not go see how these other fine people handled Autumn's theme of "Sweet Sensations"?)
Haute Chocolat: http://www.thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com
Gray : http://mygrayline.blogspot.com
Salt and Pepper: http://cellobiscuit.blogspot.com
Barefoot Dreamer: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com
And finally, our host, Kimberly: