Trail of Squirt

He sat comfortably on the chair in the corner of his home office. I had already put our son to bed and checked the camera to the screen in our bedroom was online.  He was working late, some book he was fast proofreading to beat a deadline, but when he saw me looking the way I was – nude, glistening from the massage oil I had applied on myself and some syrupy liquid dripping between my legs – he stopped what he was doing immediately.

With the grace of a deer I impaled myself on his erect phallus. I slipped in with ease, what he loves, and settled at the base of his penis. Just for effect, I looked him in the eyes, so I could see how his desire mounted and mine in his eyes. I felt his hand on my back, then on my ass. I returned the favour by caressing his chest. I leaned to kiss him, teasing him a bit so he won’t devour me like a fox.  

Gold Digger

When I return from the bathroom, I sit on his laps.

He seems lusty.

My hardened nipples push through the sheer negligee

A minaret and a spire that calls men to worship me.

When I left my pussy was pulsating, swollen and dripping wet.

He whispers quietly on my ear:

You smell nice. Your scent is sensual.

No, I want to say. It’s sexual.

Jamie, ten years my senior, talks dirtier:

I wanna feel that dripping wetness on my dick. My nipples brush his lips when

I move closer – my pudenda throbs for your cock, cough dough.

I move to the couch opposite him and I let out a moan.

He is more handsome than I can remember.

I press my open knees closed. Sit like a girl, my mother used to tell me.

I finger the hole between my legs, slick glistening when I remove and suck it.

From his couch he stares at me, eyes drooling.

My elongated clit caresses the leather and I tremble –

I open my legs like a well-oiled door,

Daring him to show me the dollar bills and

Give me what I wanted: DICK.

Sex Tip of the Week: Fun Sex

The bedroom is boring. Make matters worse if you insist lights off. A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all, someone quipped. I am for this. I have an open mind, and not afraid. I want a man who is so.

I love the outdoors, very much. Not because I am desi girl naturally and I aggrandize the perfumed garden of the Kama Sutra. I have not even watched the Kama Sutra, but I have read the book, crammed it like a Muslim girl attending madrassa.

And then there is the hotel. And please, it’s not the dingy ones where the shower trickles like tears, and the bed is noisier than a locomotive. Even though it is said it’s a public place, take me in the elevator on that ride up to our room.

Well, something else I like very much is sex in the office. Not the me-the-secretary-and-you-the-boss thing. That’s unprofessional, and for me office romance is a no-no. It’s the other way round. I will surprise you in your office and demand you give it to me there and then. Don’t be afraid to storm into my office and ask nicely to unfurl the petal that’s my pussy.

Who cares whether I still behave like a teenager at thirty. I am a bachelorette. I fuck wherever I want whenever I feel like. So, sex in the car; make it more tantalizing on the hood – I will squirt all over you like a fountain.

I always dream of having a pleasure cruise. That’s after my childhood sweetheart failed miserably to take me on the stern of my father’s boat as my twenty-third birthday present. He was afraid that the boat might capsize. The idiot did not know that if he died inside my palpitating pussy it was one-way ticket to heaven. I still crave that.

1000 Years without Climaxing

I was prone on the bed and he lay on top of me. I opened my luscious thighs, that were already palpitating with desire, and received him, from behind. Like a man who is in love with a virgin, and aware of it, he moved inside me gently and deeply anchored there.

The soft of his palm cuddled me, stroked and fondled my swollen breasts. Like the body when it realizes it’s pointless and useless to fight death, I felt my self-will and restraint give way, the body abandon the notion of bothering about the surrounding and drew up my legs and spread them like wings to feel him proffer my vulva completely to his glans and penis shaft.

Just when it was getting heated, I lay on my stomach and he followed suit on top of me, legs interlaced. I was in the mood for trying something new, a sex style and position I had seen in one of Kama Sutra’s books. Following what the book had said, I turned and he did so with our backs to each other.

I knew he would feel some pain, but I had a way around that. I maintained my balance with one arm facing him supported on his body, titillated at the entrance to my weeping pussy by the glans of his thick shaft. Naturally this was only foreplay.

He got it real deep into my cunt by turning gently to one side. Then my pulsating pudendum was now ready to receive him in totality.

Whatever he did, a slight movement caressed places I never even knew existed. The intensity of the pleasure was debilitating, and gyrating in synch we realized that it just skyrocketed. When we stopped the sirens went off and drove us to about climax.

It was like a game we seemed to know by heart, his penis anchored deep into me like a vise while my pussy shuddered and welled at the same time.

Were it not for his gullibility to release inside me I could do it for a 1000 years like the Indian gods of love without climaxing.

Sex Tip of the Week: The Games

Life is too short to live it somberly  Go for it. Do all the craziest things you want. That’s where the games come in.

And I’m not talking of Olympian Games in honour of Zeus. Four years is very long time to wait to have fun.

The bedroom is not the only room in the house where sex should be done. All rooms are erotic venues. It is too boring to make love in the bedroom, in bed, only.

Have bathroom fun with lit scented candles, hot baths and everything erotic imaginable.

Shower games: play around in the shower; masturbate my throbbing pussy to orgasm with jets of warm water as you give my burning body a sensual massage. And oh, I love cunnilingus under the shower. You take it further and I might just reward you with a bend over. 

Sharon's Snake

I felt him plant himself in my rear opening. Well, I’m not being euphemistic here. Let me blunt – he planted himself in me from the rear. Not in my ass hole. I am not an ass girl.

He turned round and supported his over-masculine body on the palms and on the tip of the toes. He began to make come-and-go movements as well as circular ones; on my ass. Jeez, he was now pushing it.

But I was not to stay passive. You can’t have such a sensual style while fucking your best friend’s boyfriend and fail to respond with soft movements of the pelvis.

As though it was a ritual he procured for me an extraordinary massage of my G-spot. Trust me, I couldn’t resist the stimulation, nor would any other woman, without having a profound orgasm, a non-ejaculatory orgasm.

I knew he knew ways of the Kama Sutra when he stopped moving and focused his lustful attention somewhere else.

It worked. I felt all my self-will and restraint fail as the sexual energy that I had chained because of the love and care I had for my best friend sublimed.

That was before Sharon announced from the living room that she was home.

Copyright © Rati, 2014.

Sex Tip of the Week: Slow and Sure, Tao of Sex

Sexperts say that satisfying sex lasts between three to 13 minutes. One to two is too short, and 10 – 30 is too long. Well, really fast sex is great. But what the hell do they know? Have they ever tried the slow, passionate sex? This is the Tao of Sex.

The aim here is to massage the vagina and the penis. Typical sex does not achieve this. It is only

achieved through slow, passionate sex.

The man penetrates his partner in a series of strokes with the tip of the penis. Nine good shallow strokes before thrusting the entire penis into the vagina once. He then carries out eight shallow strokes (with the tip of the penis only) and two deep thrusts.

Check the table below.

Shallow Strokes (Tip of the Penis only)	Deep Thrusts (Entire Penis in)
9	1
8	2
7	3
6	4
5	5
4	6
3	7
2	8
1	9

The man prevents ejaculation through a process called injaculation by pressing the Jen-Mo point (the acupressure point on the perineum, the area between the anus and the scrotum) just before ejaculation.

WARNING!!!: don’t try injaculation if you have prostate cancer.

Sex Tip of the Week: 3-Day Sex

Yes, three days of sex. And there are guys, and girls, who can’t last more than five seconds. Well, perhaps they suffer from PGAD, too bad for them; but you can have a 3-Day sex even.

Sex experts call it Tantric Sex.

On the first day take a walk, have that damn picnic you’ve been planning for years and spent the time to renew your intimacy. In the evening lightly stroke, and breasts and genitals are NO-GO. Take breaks and continue stroking. Then spoon without stimulating each other, easy to say but hard to do – try! Can you imagine you have just had sex?

Day two involves the things of day one but throw in some caresses here and there on each other’s chests. It’s OK to touch boobs, vulva, vagina, labia and that penis you are dying to have inside you but self-restraint and will should not fail you. Cage them. that’s enough sex for day two. It’s torturing, right?

The last day, the day you are going to rise from the dead and ascend to heaven, take as long as it takes to do the things of the first two days. It is time for penetration, but don’t you dare fuck. The woman takes that dick she’s dying to feel tearing each part of her womanhood inside her pussy and just lies there until the man’s erection subsides. Repeat this as long as it takes.

Then, when you can’t take it anymore, allow yourselves to climax.

Trust me, it’s explosive! 

Sex Tip of the Week: 3D Massage

One of the most sensual ways of making love is massaging albeit mostly underused or just ignored. Many men focus on pounding the vagina and hammering that cunt such that other body parts stampede screaming for attention.

Style up gents, and ladies let your boys touch you more. Touching during sex is sensual, but you don’t know what I’m talking about if you don’t do a 3D-massage (3-handed massage).

A sensual massage is the bomb; nevertheless it’s never enough without sneaking in a few strokes of the vagina.

The man lets the penis penetrate the vagina (from behind) as he gives his woman a back massage, and continues to. Don’t stop because you are dying to fuck that dripping wet pussy. Continue massaging the back as well as the vagina.

No masseuse has ever mastered the art of massaging than a man who gives a 3D-Massage.