Even though it was a mere six days or so since I had seen MasterDoc, I was thrilled to see him Tuesday night. I miss him when we’re apart – even the times when it’s just a day or so. Over the weekend I found myself reading a book on erotic hypnosis he asked me to get for him from the library, and I would smile to myself thinking dirty and happy thoughts about him.
We cuddled a great deal on Tuesday. I felt cuddle starved. I love to curl up next to him and stroke “the spot” – this patch of chest hair right in between both pecs. A previous girlfriend of his had named it “the spot” and I have become the second devotee of “the spot.” The past two days I stroked it affectionately, trying to soak up all the good, soothing feelings that come from “the spot.” I find that, for me, MasterDoc has just the right amount of chest hair – enough to run your fingers through it, but not so much as to make him seem hairy.
He apparently decided to switch gears and told me to start sucking his cock. These past two days his cock has seemed particularly delicious – maybe because I went without. I licked and sucked and he lay his hands on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair, held my head firmly. This inspired me to take him in as deep as I could. I’m not an expert deep-throater, but I think I was doing a pretty good job the other night.
He had me shift, and lay so that my spread legs were facing him. I played with my clit, dipping into my cunt to get some moisture then stroking the clit, first slowly, then faster and harder. I was so hot and so horny. Just hearing his voice and knowing that I was playing with myself to amuse him got me close to coming. The sexual energy passing invisibly between us was palpable. He told me that I could come when he touched my thigh. I got so excited and when he slowly, gradually reached over to touch my thigh I came so hard from the anticipation and sudden release. Lately, I seem to come so hard that it’s like I lose consciousness in a way. It feels so good that I can’t quite process how it feels. I squirted and left a huge puddle on the bed. I really need to learn to put the Fascinator Throe down.
We cuddled some more and I commented on how wet I am. “It’s like Lake Nadia between my legs.” We had a chuckle over that.
He wanted to fuck me, and I was so happy to oblige. (Ok, “oblige” makes it sound like it was work – “I was thrilled to open my legs and let him in” may be more accurate.) He fucked me from on top, and I would occasionally open my eyes to look at his face. I’m not sure what works better for me – closed eyes so I can focus on what I’m feeling, or looking into his eyes and becoming his in that moment. He teased me, not letting me come. “You want to come already?” he asked. I would passionately murmur something about, “Yes, Sir!”
When I came my vagina pushed his penis out again shortly after I started to come. I was very horny and so I cried out, “Yes!” when he slid fingers into my pussy. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to be filled with his firm fingers. My cunt felt hungry for them, only satisfied when it was stuffed full.
He fingered me and I came, my pussy clenching at the solidity of his fingers. I was shaken like a soul possessed from the orgasm I had. I squirted, leaving a large wet spot on the pillow underneath me.
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