Christmas in September….HIS perspective

Our famine is now over.

W went to the store. Did you hear?

She went to the adult bookstore and bought sex toys.

I was originally going to call this post “Toy Story”, but then I seriously thought several things:

  1. Disney would their “cease and desist” letter as well as airdrop untold thousands of copyright lawyers throughout the greater 48 states, Hawaii, Alaska, Canada and South American in order to find me and serve me with papers.
  2. I didn’t want to shock some poor kid who typed in the title of the movie and then through the magic of Google search pulled this post up. Imagine the conversation with the kid’s parent(s) later. “Mommy, what does the word fuck mean?”. Yeah.

So, as I was saying, W picked up a couple of toys from the adult bookstore the other day. I was excited for several reasons; the biggest one was that I had not seen W for several days and had not had the great fortune to be inbetween her legs for many, many days. Double digits, in fact. The other was that I was (until just the other day) a sex toy virgin. Seen, but never played with them.

Her toy chest included two tongue extenders, a g-spot vibrator, a pocket vibe (which lit up, interestingly enough) and a dirty DVD that we didn’t watch.

We met, and shared a drink or two. She told me to go commando and I went into the bathroom and took off my underwear. I asked her to do the same, and she did. We proceeded to the spot that she had picked out. In no time, we were alone, with the door closed. The famine was over.

She took the toys out of her purse (she had showed me the tongue extender after our drink, before we hopped in the car). I was understandably curious, as I’d never really gotten to uh, play, with the sex toys. I was interested and excited.

She laid them on the counter and demonstrated them. She had already used the G-spot vibe, but the light-up pocket one was still, uh, a virgin.

We went to the bed after quickly undressing. She came quickly, thanks to my fingers. I was anxious– I wanted to try out the toys. I wanted to see what it would be like for me to make her cum without actually using my body parts.

First up was the light-up pocket vibe. It was fun, and I could see what I was doing while I was doing it to her. She came thanks to the little thing, but I was afraid (though I never told her) that I would lose my grip and it would be hard to get out. That would be an interesting story– well Doctor, you see what happened is… Perhaps I should not have worried about it, but I can be a “worst case scenario” kind of guy.

After trying out the pocket vibe, I moved on to the G-spot vibrator. Long, purple and cockishly shaped, the device had already been tried out by her. When I asked her what she thought of it over chat, she had said something to the effect of “It was good, but it just made me want your cock more”. Good answer, I thought.

I went over to the counter and got it, my erect cock bouncing with my gait.

I returned to the bed in a few steps and pushed the button on the bottom; it hummed to life. I knew that it had several settings, 3 to be exact. I clicked it twice more so it would be going at full blast. I slipped it into W’s dripping pussy and tried to angle it just right to hit her G-spot. I don’t know if I hit it, but she was enjoying it. This was a different situation because it was a different toy.

I had a better handle on it; I felt more comfortable and wasn’t worried about it getting away from me. I sat up on the bed and took stock in my work, a little more reserved than I’ve ever been with W before. Not because I wanted to be, but because it wasn’t my mouth, or my fingers or my cock that was making her cum. I moved it in and out of her, and while it was interesting to use it because I’d never done so before, at the same time I would have just rather put my cock in her pussy. W came again, and my use of the toys was at an end.

“Can I please put your cock in my mouth?” she asked me, begging.

“Okay,” I said.

I laid back and W went to town. I think her technique gets better each time she sucks my cock; in between moans I told her that she needed to do her own cock-sucking website or give advice or something, because she’s amazing. Thinking about it now makes me miss her even more.

She used one of the tongue extenders. The sensation was interesting on my cock– a strong vibration and her wet mouth. The extenders wouldn’t stay on her tongue at all. She grabbed it and used it at the base of my cock while sucking it– very nice indeed.

At some point I asked her to stop– I hadn’t cum, but it felt soooo good. But I still hadn’t gotten her off enough times to my liking.

I licked her pussy and she came. I reached into her with my tongue and my fingers and found her G-Spot again, and she came. Her G-spot orgasm is so different from her regular orgasm– it’s like a 5 minute long frenzy of her hips bucking and her fists clenching and her eyes mashed shut, sheer orgasmic pleasure painted across her face.

“I want your cock inside of me,” she said.

Actually, she had been saying that pretty much since the moment we’d laid down on the bed together.

I obliged.

She crawled on top of me and sunk her pussy on top of my cock. Warm and wet, she began to ride me. She came several times.

With her momentarily satiated, I half-asked, half-told her, “Lick my cock clean.” She did.

More fucking. We were both hot and sweaty;  I suggested we go to the shower to cool down and clean up. We did; she sucked my cock, kneeling in the shower as warm water streamed down my back. Alas, the shower was too small for our plans, and we towelled off and went back to the bed.

I don’t remember distinctly and exactly what happened next. What I do remember is that she had cum quite a bit, and I hadn’t. I didn’t feel slighted, because W usually cums many, many times before I do, and in fact, I insist on it.

I do remember I was very tired. W snuggled up to me, and put her head on my chest. She was warm and soft and smelled like sex. I was out in no time.

I remember her getting up at one point, but that awareness quickly faded to black as sleep enveloped me.

In what seemed like two seconds after I initially closed my eyes, a fully clothed W began kissing me.

“Hey,” she said, whispering in my ear, “it’s close to eleven.”

“Really?” I asked, my voice groggy with sleep. I didn’t want to move. It felt like a giant sleep magnet was holding me to the bed.

“Yes,” she said. “You haven’t cum yet. Don’t you want to cum before we go?”

“Um, I’m ok…” I said, still not thinking straight.

“You mean,” she whispered, “you don’t want me to put your cock in my mouth?”


In no time she put my flaccid cock in her mouth; it awakened faster than I. She began to work magic with her mouth. For some reason, the fact that she was completely clothed and that I was totally naked on a bed served to arouse me further. I’ve never understood the whole idea of “Clothed Females Naked Man” type porn, (perhaps it’s for girls) but to be the one receiving it was really…like I had no power. Like she was in control, like she was worshiping my cock. 

She must have sucked on my cock for at least ten minutes– this woman is amazing.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” I told her.

She quickly pulled her panties off, hiked her skirt up (or maybe she pulled her skirt off, I was a man possessed at this point.

I entered her. In no time, I was ready to cum, but she has spoiled me.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said.

“Please, I’m going to cum soon,” I said.

She spun around and expertly put my cock in her mouth, taking all I had to give her.

Our new famine had begun.

~ by bcwecan on September 19, 2009.

3 Responses to “Christmas in September….HIS perspective”

  1. R, this is a great post! I love to read your posts, to see what you were thinking and understand different sensations that you experience. I so enjoy sucking your cock and to hear you talk about it and what it does for you, well, it only makes me want to do it more.


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