So, where is your G-spot?  I bet I could find it!  No, that is not pompous confidence…just because I know where it is hiding.

Now this will be a quick sum up since we could write and write all day and just tickle the topic so to speak!

Now, the first trick is learning how you or your mate will  respond to this stimulation.  It could be a feeling so intense that she may not be able to transfer the feelings into enjoyment, but something more uncomfortable.  On one hand, she may not feel it due to the desensitiveness of continued fucking without regard to the female enjoyment….yes, guys, there are some out there that are just for sliding thick cocks in and out of tight pussies.  Or, she is one of the lucky few that can relax enough and enjoy sex so that she gets full benefit of the sneaky little nub.  And, no, it is not that sneaky little nub that is responsible for the female ejaculation…or more commonly called squirting.  The G-Spot and the female prostate is now thought to be two seperate

It is theorized that the g-spot should never be vibrated.  Massaged yes, vibrated no.  I have experimented with both methods, and I must admit, the vibration did nada for me.  Also, another theory of a woman not enjoying the pleasured g-spot is the desensitation I just mentioned.  So, why does everything have vibrating areas.  The important thing not to forget is the clit.  It really likes to be vibrated.  And, many of the better vibrators will have the vibration concentrated in an area that affects the clit the most.

Not everyone knows how to have sex.  This is guys and gals.  Some guys are so happy to hide their meat stick, that they forget the little bits and pieces of the female anatomy.  In and out…in and out…thrust grind bump…does not constitute a healthy g-spot arousal.  Actually that is what makes it go ‘numb’ so to say, the repeated pumping abouse.  And, it is these young women that are just starting having sex allowing the punishiment to the sweet spot.  Now, unknowingly of course.  The couple is just so happy to be doing the dirty.

What to do?  How do you wake the little sleepy head up?

Well, time and attention.  Making your lover aware that every now and then to take it slow.  Turn the vibrator off.  And, explore the female body.  If you have never felt your g-spot out of “not wanting to touch myself”, then get over that!  If you are in a room all alone, what matter does it make?  Trust me, God is busy doing something else….like listening to everyone say OMG!…to be watching you.

Now…the lesson of finding the G-Spot:

The G-Spot actually should be called a crest.  When trying to tell someone to find this ‘little spot’ it is very difficult because it is supposed to an area of tissue of sensitivity.  Now the little trick is, you can’t find the ‘area’ unless you are aroused.  Typically you are told that it is just the area at the top of the vagina past the pubic curve.  Well, it probably will be.  But it takes the engorgement caused by the female prostate to turn on the special spot.  As the prostate that in mingled with the urethra excite and push on the tissue below it, around it…whatever, the texture of the vaginal wall changes in that area, and viola the g-spot or g-crest.  (It will feel more textured than the rest of the vaginal wall and will become spongy when aroused.)  It is easiest reached either on your back or knees.  Just use the pointer and middle finger and caress over the curve of your pubic bone.  Be gentle and enjoy.  Many say that there will be a tiny nub or that they can actually feel a small cord-like area within the textured area.

So, now you can see how the g-spot, mixed with the female prostate, surrounding the urethra all contribute to female ejaculation.  However, that will be another class.

(This was written for enjoyment purposes only with some hint of education.  The views here are mine and should be treated as such.)

The curve of your lip
The soft touch of your finger
Tracing slowly
Over my curves.

                         The whisper
The moan
The little smile
The way the candlelight
reflects from your eyes.

The arch
you cause
The rise of my back

                                                       My breath
it catches

                                                   As you…catch me

The lingering smell
The lasting touch
The burn…no the feel of you
as my body
becomes yours.

As a  puppeteer…your strings cause my body to
Move
Sway
Respond
React

The inside of your mouth
feasting on my sweet flower
devouring the nectar hidden inside.

                  The ripple of excitement
your fingers cause
as you expertly explore my garden.

My body shudders
My petals bloom
As you…you make love
to
me.

*Next: DOTNN: BASTARD!

I can’t help
but think
it

you
me

the hard
wall

cold to
touch

hands
high

hips pressed

cock rigid

pussy wet

intruding

impaling

wrapped
in
your beauty

exploding

hands
down

cum
dripping

hunger
doused

O is for Orgasmically Oral

I heard the crack of fire.  The shadows of the campfire danced on the humble walls of the RV.  I watched him for a moment, then two.  He sat mesmerized by the licking and dancing of the flames.  He sat undisturbed by the flying embers around him.

Slowly he rubbed his hand over his crotch and shifted to make more room for his obviously growing bulge.

I felt something tighten inside me as well.

I had little trouble emerging naked from the covers, since that is the way he had just left me maybe an hour ago.  My pussy still dripped from our mixed juices.  My fingers still trembled at the orgasm that vibrated my core.

I still watched.

The daylight had surrendered to the night.  I could see the moon peeking from the tree tops.  I could smell every pop and crack from the burning log.  And, I could feel the hunger building inside.  I needed more from him.

The lush tree line provided a hidden sanction.  I could see a clearing that waited for me…for us.

I stood for a moment at the opened door.  I know why I just stood.  I wanted him to see me in the outline of the night.  I wanted my curves to be softened and highlighted by the glowing flames.  I wanted his desire to build.  Yes, I wanted to taunt him with my supple skin.  I wanted to be the tease he so playfully whispered into my ear earlier that day.  In fact, I did want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to feel the hunger that was eating at me.

So, I stood there chewing my bottom lip, naked in the moonlight and fireglow feeling the wetness of my yearning building between my legs.

He watches me.

He watches me lean in the doorway.  His eyes sparkle as they meet mine.  He knows my needs, and I know his.  He releases the button fly of his denim pants and allows his starving cock to free.  I admit my mouth started to water the instant I saw him begin to unbutton in eager anticipation to have his thick warmth fill my mouth.  I had to maintain my own stance in making him wait and refuse my desire to fall to my knees in front of him and twirl my tongue on the growing head awaiting the delicious pre-cum.

He still watches.

I stand waiting.

I’m sitting here in a class waiting on my turn to teach. I am being rude and selfish as I stare at my phone missing my naughty ones. Also, I am squirming in my seat from thoughts of my body quivering under the hand of my love. Oh how I wish I had vibrating panties on. I imagine my thighs tightly held together in anticipation of the next bolt. I imagine my husband’s demeanor at work as he controls my ecstasy.

Mmmm…what wonderful vibrations I yearn.

I stepped out of the shower careful not to slip on the marble floor.  The heavy glass door slammed behind me cracking the air like a whip.  My skin tightened as the blast of cold air from the a/c skidded across my skin.  The plush robe covered my nakedness like the soft wisp of a kiss.  I found the bottle of lotion and fed my hungry skin.  I worked precariously from my ankles to my knees up my thighs and then repeated.  I love the smell of the thick liquid velvet glistening into my pores.  I breathe in deeply feeling my senses with the exotic smell before opening the robe enough to apply the lotion to my breast.  Holding one at a time, I caress every inch of skin until I have successfully nourished the ample tissue.

As I perform this post-bath ritual, he watches me.

Sitting on the edge of the perfect bed, he strokes.  His manhood transforms from its natural state to the tumescent rod he holds firmly.

He sits waiting for me to see him.

The mist from the mirror evaporates.   I slowly take my gaze from my teased flesh to meet his eyes in the reflection.  My body aches at the anticipation of being fucked by that body.

His hand steadies his shaft at the base.  His freshly shaven balls gleam with a new sheen of sweat.  I drop the rope in a pile of cotton on the imported floor.

Desire dictated my every next move.

His muscles smooth and skin tanned, my heart raced as I made my way to him.  I felt like the lioness hungry for her prey.  I licked my lips.  I drop to my knees to take him fully into my mouth leaving his cock glistening and slick.  He willingly lays back as I push his shoulders.  His erection bobbing against gravity.  My knees grips his hips as I eagerly lower myself onto him.  His thickness and length causing a quick catch in my breathing.  My body freely accommodating his size.  My breasts bouncing as I find my rhythm upon him.  His hands squeeze and roll my nipples before pinching them mercilessly and resting on my hips.  He helps guide my pace and keep me steady as I feel my orgasm building.  My ass fills his hands as I lean my head back and scream my release…

I DON’T know how long he must have laid there this morning waiting on me to turn to my belly, but he waited.  I felt the dip and give of the bed as he shifted his weight over me. He nestled his knees squarely aside my hips and leaned his fingertips into my flesh.  “Ssshhh,” he whispers.  I simply obey.  I keep my eyes closed as I imagine my skin dimple and dance under his smooth and strong hands.  I feel his cock twitch along the small of my back and his heavy morning testicles tease the top of my rump.  I can’t help but moan as my breath escapes me.

My muscles give as he heats them with his massage.  And my slit moistens as I feel his shaft glide along my back as he bends to my ear leaving a trial of soft morning kisses in his wake.  My skin blazes from his touches.

He works his thumbs in tiny circles while his fingers caress my sides.  One hand leaves me.  I gasp in disappointment as the chill of the air replaces it.  But, disappointment is short lived as he uses the escaped had to run up the back of my knee, thigh, before slipping into the wetness between them.  He brushes my now aching clit before sliding his thick cock deep inside causing my hips to rise from the bed to nestle into his groin.

His hands grip my hips to guide himself deeper into me.  He uses my own slick excitement to tease my puckering asshole.  His thumb pressing and teasing the taughtness before slipping inside adding increased pressure against his cock.  One hand rests firmly into the middle of my back forcing my hip bones flush with the sheets.  As his thrusts increase my own waves of orgasm scream out as my pussy pulsates against him.  And, with one final push burying himself to the hilt, his own explosion of release consumes him and fills me with his cum.

E is for Erotic!

*Soon to come: Erotic Fingers: Erotic Short*

Licks and Nibbles…

Enjoy your day!

xoxo

NN

 I watched her eat the ice cream.  Her petite fingers wrapped daintily around the sugar cone.  Her velvet tongued worked its way around the strawberry mound before dipping into the chocolate.  Tiny drips fell past perfectly painted fingertips.  My mouth watered as I watched her suck each finger clean, and my pussy clamped as He pulled her hand from her mouth.  One by one he slid her fingers into his mouth and across his silky tongue.  I chewed my lip as I felt his silk  and her velvet collide in ecstasy.  My body faught its will to stay in control, fighting the orgasm waiting to leap as I stole their moment as my own.