Samantha's Erotica on Our First Time Sex, Part Two

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives. 

This blog entry is based on email feedback I received from Samantha on the first of the nights and days we shared together. Enjoy. Here's part one for those just joining us.

The apartment was on the Upper East Side. We subway surfed up to 96^th street and Eric and I got off and walked to our fuckroom. I shut the light off on the way in and he turned it back on. The lights stayed on the rest of the night. A new experience for me.  We went inside. Eruc showed me to the bed on the second floor and excused himself to the bathroom. I tried to remove the tank top so he wouldn’t have trouble taking it off. I toyed with the idea of taking my dress off and throwing it down to the lower floor, but couldn’t figure the exact moment and angle to do it – even though he was right below me removing his shoes and probably saw the whole thing. Shoeless, but still clothed, he climbed the stairs. I sat on the bed, still clothes, hungry with anticipation.

Amaranth approached me on the bed and knelt in front of me. He wore a western-style shirt with white pearly snaps (really? snaps?) which were incredible easy to undo (that must be it) – he looked so hot in it – I forgave the fashion faux pas. I removed his pants to reveal Calvin Klein briefs and a semi-hard big cock bulging out underneath. I knew it was big, but I wanted to see it. It looked delicious. I wanted it inside me and I hadn’t even seen it naked yet. He removed my dress commenting on how how hot I looked in my bra. I lay down to show him it wasn’t a bra but a one piece. He liked it. Of course, he couldn’t figure out how to open it. Apparently my snaps were not as evident as his. I removed it and lay back naked on the bed in the light. He remarked on my face, my body and my broad hips. A man has never remarked on my big hips and liking them. Odd, but he sounded as if he truly meant it and I believed him.  It made me feel wonderful. He was horizontal on the bed in push up position while I removed his briefs. I looked, appreciating this fine male specimen. We kissed for a while. There’s something about the naked kiss – the feeling of our bodies pressed along with the kiss sensation and that feeling where you enjoy the anticipation so much, you just want to hold onto it a little longer, so I did until he said words that were so delicious…

“My mouth is watering. This is the perfect time to go down on you.”

Well, what is a girl to do? There was some pillow arranging and position arrangement and then Eric's face was between my legs. I have no words for what happened next. Only one man before Eric was actually able to make me come through oral sex. Eric did it three times. At first, I had no idea what he was doing. It was just his lips and tongue on my clit and it felt amazing. I have no idea how long he did that, but it felt damn good. I hadn’t come yet, but truthfully this was only the beginning. The best part is, he looked up at me most of the time; and I looked down at him. It was another first to have made eye contact during oral sex, very arousing. Then he asked me if I had ever had my g-spot massaged. If I had, no one had ever asked me that question or told me that he was doing it – so I supposed the answer was no. A little glint in his eye,

“Ah well, this you need to feel.”

At first two fingers felt a bit like at the gynecologist and then what came next was probably one of the most amazing feelings I have ever felt. I didn’t think I was going to be able to stay conscious. The man's tongue kept driving my clitoris up the wall while his fingers played inside me with a mind of their own. He had to ask if I came. Which I thought was interesting. I suppose since what came next was a bit more intense (well, maybe more than a bit) – he did need to ask. But I had no idea what was coming next.

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