His name is Munroe, well that’s what he would like me to call him. For the past two weeks or more, he has made me come. I’m not talking about the average “Baby, I’m coming” sort of come, I’m talking about the fact that he made my toes curl, back arch, thighs go friggin stiff and my speech was non-existent.
What’s even more crazy is that I’ve not met him yet. He’s in my head, in my sexual fantasies. I have visions of his gorgeous black cock finding a warm place in my mouth and me sucking on it, like it was my only source of nutrition. He has caressed my nipples, licked my clit, kissed the back of my knees and for two hours he had me writhing on my bed. And how did he manage to do all of this? He used his voice and some hot messages.
I’m going to spell out for you, when a man tells me exactly what he plans to do to me, I find it extremely erotic. Better still I almost wish I could capture the moment, it’s that serious. Anyone can say pussy, fuck and cock, that’s basic. But if you say how you will use your tongue, tell me how you intend to part my thighs and eat me for several hours. Can you see what I’m getting at, it’s the anticipation.
I want to fuck Munroe silly, he has built up all this sexual tension inside of me and I feel like I’m about to go nuts. Like I want to find him, pull his trousers down and suck him off. Shit, can’t believe I just said that. This was exactly how I was feeling when he made me squirt. I was reading his instructions, following them, rubbing my clit, then squeezing and holding it, like he suggested.
Then I got my wand and rubbed even harder, whilst reading his words, listening to his voicenotes that he sent to me, I’m imagining that he’s with me, he’s sucking on my clit, he’s finger fucking my pusssy. I’m holding his head, telling him to eat me, to taste me. I stopped and looked at my sheets they were covered in my juice.
He made me squirt without touching me. I thought it was impossible, thought it was a fluke and then it happened again and again and again. Munroe if you’re reading this, I think you enjoy hearing me moan, I think you enjoy turning me on and telling me I can’t come. And I nearly fell down the stairs because my legs were shaking and spasms went through my thighs. I’m not sure if this blog post will even reach 500 words, because I’ll probably have to get my wand and vibrator and play with myself.
I feel exposed, sort of vulnerable like he has penetrated my thoughts and I’m not sure what happens next, an experience perhaps I hope so. But I’m learning something from the younger men I speak with, they are very sexy. I’m at my peak apparently, a cougar!! Will I ever go back to mature men, maybe at some point in the future. I think Munroe has given me much to think about.
Sex is not just the physical, it’s communication, pleasure. Time for me to explore.
Another quick post, I must go and play…I suppose you’re happy that I finally typed this up!!!
