I Had Amazing Sex
CFNM (Clothed female naked male) was a fantasy for me for a long time. It took a long time to finally get into a good enough place within myself to make it happen, but when it happened it was fun, fun, fun.
I've shared the parts of this story elsewhere, but will add in a few extras here.
The start was meeting one another. She got the train and I picked her up, drove her back to my place and we chilled out with a few drinks during the afternoon. By the time evening arrived I prepared dinner (after being reminded that I was meant to be naked). She would come out and watch me cook, maybe cop a feel every now and then, but not too much to put me off the food prep!
After dinner I served more wine and we started with a shaving session. She was slow and delicate. Her touch got me aroused and she was - she told me later - getting nicely wet as she shaved me smooth.
Then came the painting sessions. Two types. One was chocolate, the other washable paint. She added her name as if it was her property and took some pics. Then I went to wash. I was so horny. It had been 10 days (maybe 14 days) chastity before this weekend and I was already bursting just from the thoughts, let alone the reality.
The games continued when I returned clean and ready. ************ instruction, leash, oral, intense face-sitting where she had the most amazing ******, followed by intercourse. I wasn't allowed to *** that day. So we slept together, me hard and horny for the night, her pleased that I was able to prove that I could contain myself without ******* as many might.
The next day I remained naked. Breakfast was served. She liked the pampering and I enjoyed living out my fantasy at last. The day remained fun, with plenty more games including hoopla (she got a couple of scores!) and then into ************ instruction and tease and denial. I don't know how many times I edged, I was amazed that I didn't just burst. She enjoyed more facesitting which was her favourite and I was smothered by her hot and wet ***** until the orgasmic shockwaves tore through her body.
My finale was a counting ************ game. She would instruct "10 strokes" as she sipped her wine and watched me standing before her. I obeyed and stroked myself 10 times. "20" she said almost dispassionately, eying me keenly. Again I obeyed hard and eager. The number increased, each time I had to start from one and count slowly. She didn't want anything too fast (she'd already had me doing cocktails of fast and slow strokes anyway). I kept going. 40, became 50, then 60, up to 100. That was to be the finale. 100 slow strokes was hard to do after such a weekend of prolonged edging. "Continue," she instructed watching me with anticipation, my face red, my balls tight, my **** rock hard until I exploded the load that had been kept constrained by her command.
Wow. To have another weekend like that... Well one day I will for sure.
I've shared the parts of this story elsewhere, but will add in a few extras here.
The start was meeting one another. She got the train and I picked her up, drove her back to my place and we chilled out with a few drinks during the afternoon. By the time evening arrived I prepared dinner (after being reminded that I was meant to be naked). She would come out and watch me cook, maybe cop a feel every now and then, but not too much to put me off the food prep!
After dinner I served more wine and we started with a shaving session. She was slow and delicate. Her touch got me aroused and she was - she told me later - getting nicely wet as she shaved me smooth.
Then came the painting sessions. Two types. One was chocolate, the other washable paint. She added her name as if it was her property and took some pics. Then I went to wash. I was so horny. It had been 10 days (maybe 14 days) chastity before this weekend and I was already bursting just from the thoughts, let alone the reality.
The games continued when I returned clean and ready. ************ instruction, leash, oral, intense face-sitting where she had the most amazing ******, followed by intercourse. I wasn't allowed to *** that day. So we slept together, me hard and horny for the night, her pleased that I was able to prove that I could contain myself without ******* as many might.
The next day I remained naked. Breakfast was served. She liked the pampering and I enjoyed living out my fantasy at last. The day remained fun, with plenty more games including hoopla (she got a couple of scores!) and then into ************ instruction and tease and denial. I don't know how many times I edged, I was amazed that I didn't just burst. She enjoyed more facesitting which was her favourite and I was smothered by her hot and wet ***** until the orgasmic shockwaves tore through her body.
My finale was a counting ************ game. She would instruct "10 strokes" as she sipped her wine and watched me standing before her. I obeyed and stroked myself 10 times. "20" she said almost dispassionately, eying me keenly. Again I obeyed hard and eager. The number increased, each time I had to start from one and count slowly. She didn't want anything too fast (she'd already had me doing cocktails of fast and slow strokes anyway). I kept going. 40, became 50, then 60, up to 100. That was to be the finale. 100 slow strokes was hard to do after such a weekend of prolonged edging. "Continue," she instructed watching me with anticipation, my face red, my balls tight, my **** rock hard until I exploded the load that had been kept constrained by her command.
Wow. To have another weekend like that... Well one day I will for sure.
By:
unlimited
Age:
41-45
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Male
