Cassandra's Sexy Mysterious Eyes, Part One

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, 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 desire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Cassandra was tired of drunken sex. More accurately, drunken guys that she ended up having sex with. Why did she, or they, always have to go there for sex to be passably pleasurable, she once told me. We flirted over chat. Sent dripping-sexy texts to each other, of what we wanted to do to each other. Cassandra has long, perfectly straight shining mahogany hair. Fair strawberries and cream skin, and big, jade-green eyes. Made bigger by how she often does her makeup. Very cute, small face too.

It was her first time, as I remember, setting up sex in advance. It always came at the end of an evening. Never as a clear and anticipated goal. We hugged on the street when we first met, having first spoke via the internet. She was a little nervous, but more excited for hours of good sex ahead of her. We went upstairs, threw off shoes, and wound our tongues together in a porn movie-hot kiss. I lifted my shirt off and threw it to the ground while she fell to her knees, pulling at my jeans' button and zipper like they were wrapping on a birthday present. Our kiss made me big and hard. So did feeling her body. Her miniature-hourglass body under a thin summertime dress. God she has a carved, built for sex ass and hips. The kiss pressed her firm C cups against my ribs. Cassandra's petite, toned, yet supple and soft. Then she looked up at me, my erection grasped in her little hand. And there they were. I'd already fantasized about what those sexy and mysterious eyes would look like. How they'd dominate her cuteness while her head and long japanese-straightened hair bobbed contentedly.

Cassandra didn't take her eyes off me the whole time unless it was to close them and savor our oral sex. Heard her "mmm..." once or twice. Watched her cheeks pull inward with a long hard suck. My new lover was holding suction while bobbing her head and hand up and down, gently. All the feelings that make my come rise up out of my balls were there. And I felt it rise. My face looked down into those big, flawless and hungry green eyes. I'll never forget them glaring down on me while the curvy-carved body they guide through life rammed her ass down with a slap against my pelvis at breakneck speed. When the time came, this petite woman jammed my granite hard penis into her cunt's limits with an... an unrelenting drive. The brunette curtain fell scattered in front of her lust-marked face. Jade eyes narrowed down that she would tell me later often intimidated the men and boys of her past. I felt what they must feel. The beginnings of uneasiness with the woman they're inside of, like what vampires' victims must feel when they see the seductive parasite's jaw open and pointed snarl bared just before the humanity-devoid bite.

I'd told her, before our first sex, what to do when she masturbated, thinking of me, the night before:

"Take some grapeseed oil or olive or whatever and coat your other arm that you arent clit-playing with from palm and on up your inside of your arm to your elbow. Oil your breasts. Then, you can rub them -both- in circles with your hand and forearm while your other hand plays with oiled clit down below."

"Ohhhh, my god. That sounds great. I will."

Cassandra said to me, "I want to feel all of your body, put my hands all over you. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to watch you feel good."

And she did precisely that.

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