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Lost in A Masturbation Trance

It feels like I’m floating. Not the lost crazy kind of floating that comes with drifting off to sleep or taking a strong pain pill. This is something completely different and completely natural, yet so erotic I can’t believe I haven’t exploded all over myself yet. Her hand is on her body, I can see it, fingertips trailing across her smooth flesh, but it’s not just the seeing it. I can feel it too, or at least I think I can. Sounds crazy I know, but even crazier is that while I know physically it’s my hand stroking my cock, it feels almost like it might be hers and this is making me hotter than any regular jack off session could.

I Knew From the Moment I Saw Her

Let me start a little closer to the beginning for you, so I don’t sound like I am seriously tripping on some very good drugs. On the contrary, I am stone cold sober, more sober than I’ve been in awhile after a first date. But this woman, she is nothing like I expected and I knew that the moment she walked into the restaurant. A friend of mine set us up, telling me that she was amazing looking and wild in bed. I was hoping he was telling the truth and started to get really excited when I saw her. Check on the very hot babe. Oh yes, she looking incredible, standing there in that tight short little red dress, hugging all her curves and showing enough leg to make me imagine how far they went up and what lie between them. Her long blonde hair hung in waves over her shoulders, just brushing the tops of her breasts. I’d have never known she was almost forty if he wouldn’t have told me. She looked great and had a confidence that made me nervous. Our eyes met and before the maitre’ d could even usher her toward me, she was walking, coming closer and smiling, her lips full and red and looking like ripe strawberries I wanted to suck.

We made small talk, that turned into deep talk and she started telling me about her interest in Tantra and then laughed, a deep sexy laugh, and launched into a discussion about the extreme lengths she had heard some sexual sessions went to in the name of achieving a perfect moment. I was alternately hot and uncomfortable with the easy way she told me about her erotic needs and wants and asked me about mine. Feeling like a fish out of water or one who had swam way too far out and was about to be devoured I started talking about how much I loved couples masturbation. Let me stop here and tell you that this isn’t something I just randomly share with people. Men don’t want to hear about it and women usually think it means I have something wrong with me that I don’t want to fuck. It’s not that! It’s just that I love to see a woman sitting in front of me naked with her legs spread and pleasuring herself. Those are about the words I used when talking to her and then wondered if she was going to excuse herself to use the bathroom and slip out the back. But she didn’t, she gave a soft little moan and said, “Lets go.”

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Riding the Waves

It didn’t take anymore to convince me and soon I was following her to her place, my car taking the twisting dark roads of the coastline right behind hers, feeling as if our session had already started and I was caressing her curves, getting hotter and more excited as we drew closer. At the house, she stepped out of the car and whispered something to me about how wet that had made her. We were already on the same wave length and it only got more intense as I trailed behind her, into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom.

Soon we were both naked and she sat on the bed, pillows behind her, legs spread wide, fingers caressing her pussy while I stroked my cock. Then she started talking about waiting and edging and how we would make the moment last. Getting closer and guiding my hand without touching me. It was as though she was inside me and I was inside her, touching and watch all at the same time. That’s how it started and that’s where I was when I began telling you about it. We had been playing together for over two hours, my cock so hard I thought it would explode when she trembled slightly and whispered, too soft to hear, but her lips formed the word “Now”, as we both came hard, harder than I ever had and laid there while wave after wave crashed over us, knowing that masturbation would never be enough, ever again.

Available Tantric Masturbation Specialists


Olivia
800-259-3938