Hallowe'en Night Fun

The night after our cinema date, I had plans to go to a friend's house and watch a dvd. I was, however, very tired. I didn't even get dressed all day! When it came time to get ready to go out, I just didn't want to, and so I elected to stay at home with the dog. I mentioned this in a text to my young lover, who very courteously offered to come down and stay with me in the event of a zombie attack. I agreed, and shortly after my husband left, the lover arrived.

I was still in a state of undress, damp hair from my shower, wearing just some knickers and a check fleecy nightshirt that falls just below my bum. I greeted him at the door with kisses, we stood in the hall and kissed for a few minutes before practically running to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and he came and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply, his hand investigating under my shirt and over my legs. Before too long, my knickers were being slid off, and his fingers stroked and teased me while he kissed me and loved my reaction.

His clothes, then mine came off, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and shoulders. He kissed all the way down my body and used his tongue to tease me some more before sliding himself inside me and making me come again and again and again.

We rested a little, before going again, and again (spot the pattern here?) and then had the idea to play with my little silver clit vibrator - I pressed it against my clit while he took me in the ass. To my amazement, this yielded incredible results - I have truly found a way to make anal work for me. He asked me to tell him when I was going to come, and I did, and just as the orgasm hit, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed just enough to make me light-headed. Although it undeniably heightened the sensation of the orgasm - I can see why people do it, I wasn't expecting it and it frightened me a little. We discussed it afterwards, he said the conversation we'd had the night before had prompted it, and I could see where he was coming from, but we agreed not to try it again. Especially as I had, essentially, a handprint on my neck the next day. Awkward.

There was some more playing, touching, cuddling, and so on, then I wanted a cup of tea and we watched tv for about half an hour before his hands started wandering a little too much and we retired back to bed for some more again. Again, I can't break it down into one sexual experience - it all seems to blend together in my mind. And believe me, I am NOT complaining about that. There is something about sex with him that leaves me exhausted but satisfied - once I'm alone again, I feel like I have reached my sexual limit .... pretty much until I am alone with him again. Maybe it is chemical, pheramones, something in his kiss - I just don't know, but once we are alone together it is like all bets are off, all boundaries are removed, anything goes.

This is an interesting phenomenon for me - an environment in which I can be utterly sexually free without fear of judgement, rejection or recrimination, where I am actively encouraged to test my limits and push my boundaries, to use language I normally shy away from, to experience different types of pleasure. This is a very positive thing.

Plus he's sweet. And cute. Which he feels detracts from his manly tattooed image to be described as sweet and cute, but someone who enjoys cuddling so much will just have to accept the cuteness. And the sweetness. And I must admit there is a very lovely comforting sensation of being wrapped in his arms for a cuddle, being held and cared for. I think there is a bond forming here, and we'll just have to see where it goes or what it means. It is too soon to tell. But it is a very interesting sign that he is keen to engage me in non-sexual activities as well, it means that he actually enjoys my company as well as enjoying me sexually. And vice versa. Interesting.