There is this moment during sex that thrills me to no end. It raises a deep ache within me and pushes me over the edge every time. Some men drag the moment out making it a blissful agony. Some men push through it hard and fast taking my breath away. Some men ignore it and the thrill is short and lonely. Any way, with any man, that first moment when his hard cock slides inside me, I shiver with delight.
Over my lifetime I have been with innumerable men. Each was unique in their experience and each used that moment differently. The boy I was with when I lost my virginity was certainly more experienced than I was at the time, but not by much. He tried to be smooth, nonchalant as if it were nothing. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that moment when he pushed through my maidenhead, that small sweet pain would stay with me always.
I have been with gentle men both in touch and sensibilities. The moment with this kind of man is typically sweet, almost a hesitant softness that brings me closer to him. Wrapped in the arms of a lover it becomes a full body experience, as if when he enters me it is more than just my body he possesses.
I have been with men that care nothing for me, are just interested in the satisfaction my body can provide. Even with this kind of man the moment is perfect. Its fast, like a little electric shock sent down my spine, over all too soon.
I have been with fun men who enjoy teasing me. This kind of man draws out the moment, sliding the head of his cock in and out, just barely letting me enjoy a taste of what is to come. I’ve actually cum this way, the teasing frustrating me until the plunge sends me over the edge hard and fast.
I have been with men who love me, want more from me than the sex I can provide. This kind of man pushes deep and long, as if the moment can be made to last forever. For that gasping breath, he can possess me, be the man in my life he wants to be.
When I am with Master, there are several moments for me. He likes to change position often and because He is so large, it is as if the moment happens again each time He chooses a new way to have me. It is often hard, insistent, filled with blissful abandon. When he is gentle, slow, it becomes a sweet agony, my body arching against His, trying to draw Him closer. More than anything, when Master slides deep, I know I am home, right where I belong.
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