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Part 6 (Finally the Sex!): Bend-Over. I'll drive.
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Part 6 (Finally the Sex!): Bend-Over. I'll drive. For a detailed explanation of how I launched a craiglist ad-fueled adventure, see previous blogs: Part 1 quotBendOver I39ll drivequot, Part 2 BendOver I39ll drive, Part 3 BendOver I'll drive, Part 4 BendOver I39ll drive and Part 5 BendOver I39ll drive . As we kissed and talked until 2 am the night before, I had watched myself as I considered and, then, resisted taking control. After all, I am accustomed to making sex happen. My sexy female friends and I realize, "As long as I don't say 'No,' sex can happen." The reason I didn't just start stroking his cock and moving forward is that I'm tired of being in control. That's what I do to keep myself safe...invulnerable...and slightly disconnected from my own desires. You see, I often push to have sex even when I feel little or no desire. I know that all the body parts will work fine and I'll likely have a good time, a few orgasms if I'm lucky (and he's any good). But I don't feel desire or lust very often. In fact, what most delighted me was the feeling of desire rising organically. Perhaps it was the stimulation of talking about sex with several other guys (but not immediately sating myself with snack; instead waiting for a superior meal) or, simply, Sam's not pressing me, pushing into my space or seeking gratification of his own needs. He admitted that he'd realized from reading my ad and reading my person that he needed to totally back off from pressing for sex. Doing so would likely have had me running for the exit. Instead, I pressed my body into his. Sam, at 6'2", is thin and maintains a wiry volleyball player's body. Since I have a solid 5'7" frame surrounded by rather lush curves, I've usually been attracted to men with more meat on their bones. What drew me to interest in fucking Sam were these things: 1) He provided me with "acts of service" (from The Five Languages of Love, this is the one that for me speaks of someone who cares about me) by driving me around, fixing me food and not expecting sex for trade. He offered service to my needs without being servile. 2) He's super smart without arrogance. I am a sapiosexua which is a pretentious word that means I'm attracted to smart people. 3) He let me initiate the sex talk and, in fact, consciously held back to let me move toward him. And I did move toward him in the bed that morning, putting my back against his front. He was immediately hard. It reminded me of a line from one of my favorite novels where the woman talks about a groove worn in her back by sleeping with past boyfriends or guys who'd just had too much to drink and couldn't get home. They would all promise, "Nothing will happen," but then that hard dick would be there wearing a groove in her back. I told him about that. He laughed. He reached around and gently began to tease my pussy awake with a delicate touch. I refrained from speaking out loud what I thought in that moment: "Thank you, Sam, for not being a bumbling idiot!" I figured to say it would be a dick downer as it's damning with faint praise. You see, I've been man-handled a lot. Because men are so direct and forceful with their own genitals (usually), they don't tease or use a light touch, employing instead what my friend Julie calls "The Clit Eraser Syndrome." I teach men how to be more skillful but I really don't want to have to teach my own lover. That puts me in a different power role of being the teacher. Remember...my goal was not to lead. I wanted to experience surrender. (Not having a car or guide book was, for me, a rather scary step in surrender.) Sam didn't attempt oral sex on me and I didn't bother sucking cock. I was hot to go so we just started fucking. And kept fucking and kept fucking and kept fucking. I admire stamina in men. I noted that Sam would slow down or stop, breathe to delay his climax and get back to it. What I most appreciated was his awareness of using angles to heat up every single inch inside my vagina. He didn't do the boring, constant straight in-and-out that makes me ready to be "done." I had one leg up on his shoulder and one between his legs as he faced me on his side and maneuvered his dick in and out. When I climbed on top, I could grind and get his cock right up into the spot that made me squirt. He grinned and the cutest dimple appeared in his cheek. Wait just a moment as I touch myself, remembering this. I'm sorry but writing about great sex is more challenging than writing about bad sex. As Daniel Duane wrote in "Caught Inside" comparing sex and surfing, "It was awesome. I guess you just had to be there." This was, indeed, for me, THE MOST AWESOME FIRST-TIME SEX (with a man) EVER. The reason for the qualification of "with a man" is that the previous record for most awesome first-time sex goes to my Bi-BFF, the one who ejaculated in my eye when I smacked her pussy. But that is an entirely different story. What I can tell you is what, in retrospect, made the sex so awesome for me: 1) See the three things above and 2) Giving myself time to let desire rise instead of whipping out the condom and lube, saying "Okay, we've got 45 minutes, let's fuck." 3) Sam's skill in touching, slowly and gently arousing my pussy. 4) The fact that I did not have to work to get him hard or work to keep him hard 5) Sam varied the pace and kept trying different angles instead of boring me a constant in-out jackhammer. 6) For me as a woman who relishes fucking, he kept going and going and going. He would slow down, breathe to stay on the edge without going over, and then go at it again with vigor. 7) What put the experience totally over-the-top hot for me was his hand holding my hair to keep me in position as he fucked me, putting his hands on my neck just tight enough to feel pressure but not to stop me from breathing. An occasional smack on the ass. I believe this image of sexual surrender was imprinted as my erotic hot button by the bodice ripper romances I read as a virginal . In these novels, the buxom, hot-blooded virgin at first resists the overtures of the strapping pirate, Robin Hood-style thief or general scallywag until he pushes her to accept her lust for him. Then there are lots of heaving bosoms and throbbing male members. You get the picture. Goofy now from this perspective but formative, I think, of my idea of what's sexy. The fact that he just did these things without my having to suggest them made me supremely happy. I've nearly begged men who were not inclined to "The Throw Down" to throw me down on the bed and fuck me, use my body. Oh, which Sam also did once to distract himself from things that were on his mind. You see, this is consensual Dominance and surrender. I gave implicit permission once I felt comfortable and safe with him for him to "take me," bend me over and fuck the bejeezus out of me. And that, my friends, is how I bent over and let him drive. In Bend, Oregon week before last. Over and Out! {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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You write very well - a rare and appreciated thing on here 
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BRAVO! Ssooooo sensual, tantalizing, and enticing. Keep up the good writing 
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id drive u all night
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woow...that's a good one. Sam is luck to have you ! This part of life is called BEING SEXY.. 
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You write very well - a rare and appreciated thing on here
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woow...that's a good one. Sam is luck to have you ! This part of life is called BEING SEXY..
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Volleyball players rule!
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