*W  is for Whispers*

I heard a whisper in the night
a voice so low I had to strain
Melodic moments humming mindlessly
disregarding any rhyme…
or reason.

Hypnotizing
mesmerizing
Magically …

sinful.

I closed my eyes for a closer listen
and sssshhhed the world around me.

I swear I felt hands among my hips
and a breath so close I shivered.

But, still I stood in simple wonderment
at the whisper I heard in the night.

xoxo

Happy  Birthday.

Happy Sexy Birthday.

Happy Delicious Birthday.

Happy Naughty Birthday!

   Love you, my forever love.

You keep my heart warm

and my soul alive.

 xoxo

Your NN

 “Bastard!”  I heard her yell as I walked into the break room seeing her slam the phone onto the receiver.  “You okay?” I ask.

“Yes.  No.  Yes.” She tried to convince herself more than me.  And, that’s when the tears fell.  I stood quietly against the door not sure what I should do next as her frustration dropped one salty drop at a time.

I’ve never been one to tolerate the heaving, sobbing conversation, but this was my friend.  I stood poised and ready to speak when she blurted out, “Bastard LEFT ME!  Left me!  No one fucking leaves me!”

I just watched as her make-up smeared with each swipe from the back of her hand as she fought to compose her emotions into some sort of control.  I fought the urge to laugh.

I know.  I’m cruel.  I want to yell in her face how much I told her so.  To scream her naiveness. To crumble to the floor and admit… I understand.

“he left me…” she whimpers as the last shake of her shoulders fall.

She had been sleeping with a new, young doc.  A married one.  From gathered snip-its of conversation, his adultery (or hers) had started in early years of medical school.  I listened to gossip, She ignored it.  She was determined she was different.  He would leave his wife for her.  She would be the difference.  Instead, I found my way to the chair next to hers and listened to the consensual acts between them.

The unfed passion that still lingered…

She told me of their last night together.  It was just last Saturday.  Patient acuity and numbers had been low all shift.  She was going to get to leave early.  She snuck down the back stairwell with her cell phone in hand and sent him a text.  Fifteen minutes later she clocked out for the night, put her stethoscope away, and grabbed her coat and keys.  He was parked next to her and she slid into his passenger door.

He greeted her with the deepest of kisses.  He gently cupped her breast as he nibbled her lip.  He released her and put the car in drive and left the dark parking lot.

He kept his hand on her knee as they left the city behind in a blur of lights.  She rested her head on the headrest as he began to tease her with his fingers rubbing gently along her thigh.  The scenery turned to thickets of trees.  He turned into a closed camping park and eased the car into park killing the engine and opening his door to get out.  Crossing over, he opens her door for her and takes her hand to lead her into the dark.  She felt like a teenager out late after curfew.

He pressed his body next to hers causing her back to mold to the metal of the car.  His mouth was ravenous and hungered for her.  He nipped at her breasts through her clothes before pulling it off over her head.  Her tiny satin bra wet from his attention.  He brought her perky breasts over the thin material and nibbled her swollen nipple.  He opened the back door and pushed her ass to the backseat.  He growled as he continued to strip her scrub pants from her.  He left nothing on her but bra with her breasts spilling out of them.  He pushed one leg up over the passenger seat before taking the seat belt to her ankle and holding her in place.  He did the same with her right.  He smiled malevolently as he eyed her approvingly.  Her pussy glistening in the moonlight.  He smacked his lips as he bent down to take a bite.

She moaned at his mercy as he owned her body.  She drank up every moment.  She whispered to him between gasps and clit nips how much she loved him.  How much she wished she could go to his bed with him and wake up in the morning naked in his arms.  She professed the need to be loved by him.  He looked up from between her legs with his sparkling eyes and smiled.  He smacked her cleft one good hard time before unbuckling his belt and freeing his rigid cock.  He forced himself inside her in one commanding thrust causing her pussy to spasm at the sudden entrance.  She screamed his name until ecstasy overtook her while he grinded between her legs. And once he took from her all he could stand, he pulled his fat sticky cock out and sprayed her belly with his cum….

“He fucked me like a whore and left me,” she said through sniffles.

“Bastard!” I said as I wiped the last tear she’d cry over him.

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