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Kissing: Part IV: The Gobbler of Fire!
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Kissing: Part IV: The Gobbler of Fire! You know... the fourth Harry Potter... Goblet of.. never mind. My third and final story (thank you for reading this entire series so far, I realize it's long) happened fairly recently. A while back, I was in a fairly serious relationship with, quite possibly, the sexiest woman I've ever had a relationship with. We definitely had the best sex I've ever had, bar none! Unfortunately, due to some things that I don't want to talk about on a public blog, we didn't work out. And on the off chance someone may read this and figure out it's her I'm talking about, to avoid her being embarrassed, I'm not going to use her real name. Let's call her Vicky. Early in our relationship, Vicky and I made an attempt to take it slow. She didn't want to expose her to her dating life (completely understandable), and my living arrangements made it impossible to bring her back to my place, and she refused to fool around in the car, so... we decided to take things slow. Which is code for "We didn't really have a decent place to fuck like bunnies without getting a hotel and making it feel a little... well, cheap." Plus, neither of us were exactly rolling in money at the time, and the idea of renting a hotel room every time we wanted to have sex (which turned out to be extremely often) wasn't very practical. Needless to say, as she was the sexiest woman I'd ever been in a relationship with, and she'd made it quite clear that she found me quite the catch as well, this made sexual tension between us spike harder than the Geiger counter at Chernobyl. We would spend hours just kissing each other in her car or mine, desperately trying not to grope each other too much because that would only make it worse, and failing miserably at it. It really didn't help that she would occasionally say things like, "Oh God, I want to suck this big fucking cock right now!" and I didn't help by sucking her incredibly sensitve nipples and stroking her very large breasts. Vicky is the only woman I've ever had sex with that has full-blown orgasms from breast-play. Other women I've had enjoy breast-play and get excited from it... she would cum, and cum hard. I mean, she'd get up out of the car and leave a wet mark on the seat. Hell, she was having amazing sex while I was getting the worst case of blue-balls I've ever had. Well, after about two weeks of this sweet torture, she finally relented. We waited until her were sound asleep around 10pm, snuck into her bedroom, and began a three-month-long sex-fest that was only interrupted by the necessities of life, occasional sleep, propriety, and not letting her know we were having sex... which lasted about a week. Then it was just making sure we weren't doing anything in front of her . This is not the story of that three-month-long sex-fest. I will highlight it by saying that twice a day was a minimum, and entire weekends without interruption were not uncommon. To this day, both of us can't be in the same room without attacking each other, even though we're no longer together. Primal is too weak a word for our sex life. Apocalyptic would be closer. But this is not that story. My story is that beginning night. After the initial frenzy of getting rid of all that sexual frustration (which took until about 3am), we settled in to get some sleep. Neither of us could. About 15 minutes later, she rolls over to me, and kisses me. I kissed her back, and damn it if the both of us weren't immediately ready to go again. But this time, it was different. This time, we didn't have sex. We just kept kissing. See, both of us really enjoyed that kissing in the car. It was incredibly hot, with the sexual tension practically suffocating us. This time, we both knew damn well that nothing would prevent us from having sex if we wanted to. Nothing was spoken. We didn't need to speak. We kissed. And kissed. And kissed. And kissed. Our hands roamed each other's body, but we never stopped kissing. She stroked my cock, I stroked her clit, but we never stopped kissing. One of us would orgasm, and while there was a pause to catch a breath, our lips never left the other's face or neck. After a while, we didn't need any sexual stimulation, because the kissing was more fulfilling than anything either of us had ever had. At some point, the sun rose. At some point, an alarm went off. Neither of us paid any attention to it. There was only each other. All I could think of was her, her amazing body pressed against mine, her soft, sensual lips, and never, ever wanting that kissing to end. What finally ended that kissing was her bedroom door opening. Immediately realizing that A. it was a , B. I was naked, and C. Vicky didn't want her to know about me yet, I moved fast and rolled off the edge of the bed and under it. I hadn't moved like that since I was in my twenties, and I'm very glad I didn't smash my cock into the carpet as I was diving for it. She played interception with the , got him turned around and settled with breakfast as I got dressed and kept out of sight. Eventually, she made it back into her bedroom, where we said our goodbyes for the day and made plans for later. I don't know if I'll ever find a woman like Vicky again. Our sex life was beyond magical... it was beyond belief. Unfortunately, it was the only thing we had. The rest of our relationship was doomed. While I tried very hard to maintain a purely sexual relationship after we discovered it wasn't working, and she was very willing for that to happen... the problems didn't go away. We finally had to stop. I haven't seen her since. I guess if I could capture the excitement and pure charisma of Stacy, the sexual power of Vicky, and the personality and friendship of a third woman named Jenny (I may tell you about her later, we'll see), I'd have the perfect woman for me. I can only hope she's out there, that she's nearby, and that she thinks I'm as amazing as I'm sure I'll find her to be. One can hope. . Your Friendly Neighborhood King of the Jungle, The Lion. READ THIS! ------>>>lionthatroared I DARE you to read my blog and attempt to be unchanged by sheer, utter AWESOMENESS!!! It's like Kung-Fu Panda fighting Super Models with heavy metal music pumping in the background... hyped up on Rockstar energy drinks! And... whipped cream with chocolate sprinkles! And... laser-guided sex toys are probably involved! And... and... oh, I know... I'm pretty sure Chuck Norris roundhouse-kicked it at some point! |
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Thanks, Superbj55. Now I just need to find someone to make some more stories with!  Your Friendly Neighborhood King of the Jungle, The Lion. READ THIS! ------>>>lionthatroared I DARE you to read my blog and attempt to be unchanged by sheer, utter AWESOMENESS!!! It's like Kung-Fu Panda fighting Super Models with heavy metal music pumping in the background... hyped up on Rockstar energy drinks! And... whipped cream with chocolate sprinkles! And... laser-guided sex toys are probably involved! And... and... oh, I know... I'm pretty sure Chuck Norris roundhouse-kicked it at some point!
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