NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 6

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When it comes to orgasms, most of us know how it feels to climax as we think, "Thank God! That was amazing!"

For most of us that's how it tends to go anyway... for others who aren't so lucky it means the end of having an amateur at work, or someone who is selfish and just doesn't care. As a woman, I have experienced many variations of men in the bedroom and I honestly think I've been unlucky. Most of the relationships failed due to lack of effort and fight for a lasting relationship. Men whom I've dated don't seem to get the importance of love, communication and trust. I'm not saying that I'm a perfect woman by any means, but there are some things that are a must in any relationship.

Sex however, doesn't have to be immediate, nor does it have to be spectacular. Skill can improve over time and as you interact with one another, you learn your partner's body so that you can sense when something feels good and when something feels great.

To have a whole package deal though, has been slim pickings for me. Every time I find a nice guy, he turns out to be an asshole and just wants sex, or cheats on me like the bastard dog he was trying to pretend not to be. We all dream of that one day where we meet that amazing person who is everything we dreamed of, and also bring us to a squirting orgasm.

It took a while for that to happen to me, but when it did I was in such bliss. The man I was seeing – who I'm now engaged to – was exactly what I had been waiting for. I knew if I searched for him I would be disappointed every time because I would have that expectation of him being the one and convince myself his flaws didn't matter. Note to the ladies: some flaws are meant to be noticed, while others are to be embraced.

We had been dating for several months before we had sex for the first time. I wasn't making him work for it; our schedules just didn't allow for anything more than a coffee date, quick lunch, or other quick activity in public. When we finally had a full day off, I knew it was finally time to show him my goodies.

Meeting up after my hair appointment, he took me out to a food and wine festival. It was an extremely hot day and by the time we had walked around the whole event, we wanted to be in an air conditioned house. That ended up meaning my place since it was the closest.

Once we arrived at my place, we felt the cold air hit our bodies as if we had just jumped into a cold pool. It was such a relief to finally be out of the sun that I almost wanted to take a nap. We walked into the kitchen and set our leftovers and wine glasses down on the granite island. I grabbed his hand and then led him upstairs to my bedroom without second guessing what I wanted.

To my surprise he was a bit hesitant and shy at first, but he eventually took off his clothes and joined me on the bed sans clothes. He was an average looking guy, but he was toned in all the right places. His arms weren't very muscular, but I liked the shape of them and found his naked body rather attractive. Even his cock was nice once I got it hard.

Sucking on his cock and jerking it, it grew to double, if not triple the size it was while flaccid. For such a shy guy, I was surprised that he had such a big cock. I half expected him to be ramming it in full force without any foreplay at all from my past experiences with larger members.

After getting him hard, I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he went down on me instead. I didn't appreciate all the saliva he was using, but he was definitely the most attentive man I had ever had down between my thighs with their head. He began to use his fingers as well and nearly made me cum without fucking me. I had him stop as he was driving me crazy. He was good – minus the excessive saliva – but I wanted him inside me when I came. There was something so intimate about looking into a man's eyes when you came that I can't quite put it into words.

He was gentle when he finally slid his big cock into my pussy, fucking me slowly as he kissed me passionately. I didn't mind the slow start, but I needed him to pick up the pace just a bit, so I guided him a little bit so he could meet my needs. He didn't seem bothered by the directions I gave him and went with the flow of things. Soon he was fucking me from behind and rubbing my pussy at the same time. Just before he stopped, I came and squirted all over my bed sheets. I had never been able to squirt before, nor had I finished before the guy if it was our first time. No man had ever been that selfless with me before.

"Did you cum?" I asked him.

"No, not yet," he replied.

"Whichever position you want me in to finish, just let me know," I offered.

Rolling me onto my side, he then began to reach deep into my pussy with his cock. If I hadn't just came, I'd probably have orgasm number two on the way. His cock felt so good as he fucked me and then held onto me firmly with both hands. He varied where he held me, switching from my shoulder and leg, to my face and breast as he kissed me once more.

We were still kissing when I felt him cum into my pussy and it made me excited again. I was able to cum once more and I wanted to so badly.

"Can you keep going?" I asked. "I think I'm going to cum again."

"Yeah," he replied. "I won't go limp right away, but you will have to get on top."

I smiled at him. "I don't mind that at all."