You know, dear reader, not everything between Lola and me is hotwife, cuckold, chronic masturbation, fetish, bukkake, squirting, spanking, MILF lust, sadomasochistic, bestiality, giant dildo, public fucking, anal massage, strap-on, nymphet, perfect vulva, high heels porn, cockfest, ejaculation, climaxing crazy sex, lesbian sex machine, leaking pussy, ass fingering, self-pleasuring, jilling-off, Ben Wa Balls, thongs, giant cock, swollen vulva, candid cleavage, strippers, erotic boudoir, summer skirts, ass pounding, public pussy, sapphic lovers, sexy volleyball, legs spread, open crotch, love juice, naked beach volleyball, kneeling rosary beads, orgasm face, MILF parties, babysitter sex, men jerking off, nude art classes, wet panties, vibrators, leashes, short shorts, foot fetish, erotic indulgence, nympho in heat, gangbang, clit stroking, protruding nipples, exhibitionist teachers, negligee nympho, fisting, cunnilingus, wild poetry and naked reading, sucking cocks, bare mons pubis, tantric solo sessions, and horse cocks. (OK, I may have developed that list from the search terms people have used to find the blog.)
Sometimes, my voyeuristic companion, Lola and I just simply engage in wordless, intimate erotic lovemaking. Is that so hard to believe?
Take for instance the other night. It was a Tuesday or a Wednesday. There was nothing particularly special about it. We may have watched a movie or a couple of short comedies. We grew tired of lying on the couch decompressing from our busy workday and went to bed. The usual: brushing teeth, remove clothes, hop under covers.
I was tired. She was tired. I thought nothing would happen, but then she reached over and grabbed my package under the sheets and fondled until she achieved the desired result. She spread her legs, slapped her pussy twice, and said, “I’m open for business.”
I climbed on top of her and slowly slid the seat of my desire inside. She squeezed her breasts with her hands and said, “Suck my nipples, Daddy.”
I complied.
She moved her right hand down to her crotch and began stroking her clit in slow, vertical movements. I could feel the tip of her index finger on the base of my shaft. I could feel the knuckle in her finger up against my pelvis. I could feel her wrist bent just under my bellybutton each time I thrust.
She slowly moved from her clit into her chamber. Her finger was noodling up the length of my rod, trying to make its way to her G-spot. I felt her getting deeper, crowding me for space. Then she inserted her middle finger as well. The two fingers worked in tandem. I could feel the knuckles on the top of my cock and the fingertips at the tip of my cock. She had reached the spot. She masturbated as I fucked.
“There,” she said, as if to me, but really as if to say, “Yes, my fingers, there is the goal of your journey.”
She came, a quiet, deep moaning orgasm. Her pussy clenched then loosened. She inserted the rest of her fingers of her right hand to make up for the slack. Then she grabbed the other side of her pussy with her left hand and I could feel all eight fingertips like some sort of sea anemone wiggling and wriggling inside her, flowing with the waves. She pulled the side walls of her cunt apart with her hands so wide that I no longer felt anything.
“Daddy, do you think that if I spread myself like this as a gang of men surrounded me, that each one of them could go in me, cum, and then let the next one in?”
It was a bizarre question. It didn’t quite make sense, but since when does sex make sense? The imagery was vivid enough for me to do just that – cum inside her gaping hole.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said.
“And I’m balls-deep in love with you.”
OK, so I lied. I don’t know if we ever actually do have wordless, intimate erotic lovemaking. But, so what? I like it and so does she.
