Describe the best one session of sex you ever had
When I really "needed" it and she really "needed" it. This was FAR MORE that the "fool-around-I'm-so-horny-let's-have-sex" kind of sex. The mutual NEED made it so much more intense especially so at just the "moment" of joining. It was like all our emotions needed to spill out and flow together at just the touch of my cock on her pussy lips...I needed to "merge" into her core and she needed to "consume" me with her pussy. Don't know how to be more descriptive, but the intensity was over the top.
Rick
What an interesting question to be asking all us lush people.... How many will tell the truth or make up an answers.
Truth:
The only time I ever orgasm-ed, I was tied to be spreed eagle, with nipple clamps on being worked over with a toy. It was just a few short weeks before my sex life ended...... My first husband towards the end of our short marriage would call me a fidget bitch and I didn't understand why. My current husband understood after we talked that sometimes my body and mind aren't working together but a part. This all steams from sexual abuse as a child, where it was always about him. He would always remind me after he was doing if I told anyone I would die.. I didn't even learn to masturbate until I was 27 and I know even at 47 I still have a lot to learn about what my body needs to achieve that orgasm. Not have sex for close to 13 years give you plenty of time to think about it, but you still have to have a warm body to try out your thoughts.
I was in the lounge of a 5 star hotel on the wrong side of the country for me. Scribbling out some paperwork on the bar for a car I had just condemed for a buyer of rare and exotic cars on the west coast (My job at the time, turns out it was not an original Daytona.). I was nursing a 'Bushmills' and smoking a cigarette at the same time which I could do when not in California. From Behind me I heard a soft southern voice say; "You can keep your face burried in those papers and continue ignoring me or you can take me upstairs and we can fuck each others brains out...your choice." I turned to find a beautiful blue eyed red-head wearing a lovely cocktail dress and a slightly sad expression. I had heard working girls moved through high end hotels looking for 'Johns' and she must have read my mind because she continue; "I'm not selling anything so don't worry about the price, I just want you to fuck me and make me scream. Have I picked the right man?"
We retired to my suite and dined on the bounty of each others flesh ...and room service(all of which I charged to the rich guy footing the bill for the car, He could afford it, believe me.) until about 4:00 am when I finally fell asleep from exhaustion. The next morning I was rudely awakened by the room phone going off at 10:00 am reminding me that check out was 11:00 as I had asked them to yesterday. I gave a quick search of the room only to find I was alone(and yes to all you cynic's out there, the cash and cards were where I left them). The details of the evening I may write a story about at some future time but for now suffice to say; she's gone and I never heard from her or knew how to get in touch with her...I didn't even get her name.
I'll never forget her
RM
"I understand that 'Shit happens'! I don't under stand why I have to be under it when it does!!!"
RM