I have a gorgeous, sexy boyfriend who’s tongue and fingers are too incredible for a fitting description. However there is that part of my brain and body that is stopping me from making that final leap. That final push that gets me to climax.

I drove up to Dorian’s the other day. We had such a lovely time, both of us frisky and pouncing on each other. (Could have something to do with the outfit that he opened his door in!) I gave him one of his favourite treats involving my tongue going where it really shouldn’t go.  I think he had come a couple of times before I was at a level where I was ready to join him.

We played games, we found new positions, I think one was the scissors which is a fantastic angle! We had toys, we had costumes. We snuggled, we rested. I came downstairs in a jeans and a hoody and it took Dorian ages to discover the corset I had on underneath…was very quickly dragged upstairs after than discovery!

But nothing. I got close, very very close. But nothing would push me over the edge into an orgasm. Dorian was still facing away from me at the point I gave up. It meant that he didn’t see me burst into tears of frustration as I moved him off of me. He assumed I was exhausted as per usual when I lay down, curled up, so he came up behind me for a snuggle before sensing anything amiss. I couldn’t tell him half of the reasons I was crying. He understood though. He always says he understands and I believe that he does. But I don’t know how to change what is wrong.

Why did I cry?

•  I’m frustrated at myself.
• I feel I’m letting Dorian down, he really is amazing at what he does.
• I feel like it’s my fault.
• I think that soon Dorian won’t bother trying with me anymore because he’ll assume it’ll be a wasted effort.
• I feel that I’ll start pushing him off of me early as I think it’s a waste of his effort.
• I fear that it means there is something physically or mentally wrong with me.
• I feel under pressure from myself .
• I can feel Dorian’s frustration at me though he tries to hide it
• I fear that what gets me turned on in the first place is putting me off in practice.
• I’m frustrated that I can’t express half of this to Dorian.
• I cried for so many reasons on top of that.
• Teeny, insignificant reasons and emotions that all suddenly just frothed to the surface and spilled over.
• Most of all I was crying because Dorian was so understanding and wonderful and deserves a lot better than me!

What can I do?

• Practice?
• Try something new?
• Hypnosis :p
• Persevere?
• Give up trying?
• Become a nun

Help me guys!

It’s the typical swimmer body. The broad shoulders tapering down into a slim waist and strong strong legs. The gym I go to looks down on a competitors pool. Meaning lots of training going on. Eight lanes of men’s bodies slicing through the water. Watching the shoulder muscles bunch up as the arms make their strokes. Their stomachs taut when they do the butterfly. The way that they glide through the water while their arms move in slow motion showing just how powerful they are.

Today’s person of interest was doing front crawl backwards (no I don’t mean back stroke) and I’ve never seen so much control and strength. I spent ages trying to decipher the tattoes on his arms. I find them so sexy even though I’d hate for Dorian to have one. I just want to touch and stroke them.

But even better is the fact that I get a swimmer’s body all to myself. A 6’4” body of tight muscles, the back that feels so strong under my hands as I run them over him. Is it any wonder that I love to massage his back? That I love to relax the muscles of his shoulders of which I will experience the power of later.

I’m getting a bit hot and bothered by the thought of it now. I think everyone should get themselves a swimmer!

STORY FOR DORIAN

Let’s set the scene. She is getting ready for a fancy meal out, He’s been sat patiently, dressed ages ago in a shirt and jeans. Watching her with mild exasperation as she does her makeup and attempts to choose a suitable outfit. He twitches slightly as she tries on top after top, repeatedly stripping down to just her bra. Everytime he see’s that flash of electric blue of her lacy balconette bra he shifts in the chair. He’s been told that under no circumstances is he allowed to interrupt her getting ready, under risk of extreme punishment.

She finally chooses her outfit but before she actually gets changed she needs to moisturise. She slathers on some lotion onto her body and begins to massage it in. She glances over at Dorian and grins evilly. “Would you mind helping me? I need to get some cream into my back” Dorian bites his tongue, he resists the innuendo on the tip of it. He stands up and begins to rub the cream into her back. She unclips her bra briefly so he can moisturise under it. His hands hesitate, but continue to rub his hands in small circles over her back. Taking his time and feeling as much of her skin as possible. He leans his hips in towards her stopping just before she discovers the bulge growing in his jeans. She moves away. Then she announces that she’s just got to change her underwear, put on her dress and then they can head off.

Dorian takes a deep breath and sits back again. He places his hands in his lap to cover his excitement. He knows she’s winding him up but also knows there is nothing he can do about it. She strips swiftly so she is now wandering to her drawers naked. She pulls out a few items that she knows will turn heads in it. She bends over and slides up a pair of bright pink satin knickers. She is facing Dorian so he can’t see behind her. She matches this with a pink corset. Struggling to contain her breasts and she still needs lacing in. She struggles for a second then catches Dorian’s eyes. She holds them for a few seconds and lets the smile spread across her face. He sighs indugently and comes over to lace her in tightly, knowing that in a few seconds he will be seeing her breast practically spill from the corset and he won’t be able to contain himself any longer.
 
He moves behind her, and begins the task. As his eyes trail down her back they linger on her knickers. Ah yes, they were THOSE knickers. The ones with the heart shape cut out of the material, leaving her bum cheeks merrily exposed for all to see.

He can’t help it. He grabs her waist and begins to nibble down her neck. She tries to wriggle away but he has her tight. Very tight. He knows there will be repercussions for this later and he wants to make the most of this. He is kissing her more desperately now, his arms are pinning hers down to her sides. He moves her across to the door. There are some scarves hanging up and he quickly and expertly ties her to the door. He uses another to gag her to stop her threatening all sorts of retaliation while he’s trying to concentrate. He steps back to take a look at his handiwork. She is trying to figure out what he’s got in mind for her. But can’t catch his eyes which is roaming over her figure, not apologising for the intrusion. He unzips his jeans and she breathes in sharply in anticipation. She watches him as he stares at her breasts straining under their constraints. He has pulled out his cock and is beginning to stroke it while he thinks of all his options of how to deal with his tied up girlfriend.

He swaggers over, cock in hand, and leans down to take a bite of her breasts. He is sucking on her nipples, peeking out rock hard. She is moving against the door in the height of excitement. He pushes against her, nailing her to the door. She is his toy to play with. He bites harder, leaving little red marks across her breasts. He is still stroking his cock, getting more and more excited as he hears her muffled whimpers. He can see her desperate for more attention but leaves her wanting.

He is getting more and more excited, his cock rock hard now and he’s wanting her so badly. He’s loving the look of expectation in her eyes. He can’t take it anymore, he rips the gag from her mouth, replacing it with his tongue. He pulls her knickers to the side and enters her, thrusting upwards. It takes a few swift strokes before he comes inside her, letting his come drip down her thighs. After replacing the gag he sinks to his knees and begins to lick and kiss her thighs, tasting his come mixed with her juices that are starting to flow. He works his way higher. He kisses her through the knickers and immediately feels her shudder in pleasure. He knows what she wants. He slides a finger into her knickers and rubs her clit as he’s seen her do it before. His other fingers he presses through the material onto her hole and kisses on her thighs. He keeps this up until she climaxes for the first time that night.

He releases her. He kisses her repeatedly, apologising for behaving so badly and begging for forgiveness. She is still recovering from the orgasm but recovers enough to tell Dorian that he is going to pay!

He knows what this means. He was prepared for this eventuality.

She approaches him, pushing him onto the bed. In a swift motion she rips open his shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. Underneath, Dorian was in another of her corsets. The black satin one. She pulled off his jeans to reveal that he is in the matching thong and hooked up to some stockings. She gets him to lie face down on the bed. She cuffs him to the bedstead (handily availably handcuffs) and gets a whip out from her box of tricks. She whispers all the punishments she will do to him in his ears. Then without warning brings the whip down hard on his bum cheeks. He flinches but remains silent. Good! She repeatedly whips his bum until they are bright red and he finally calls out for mercy. She stops.

She releases the cuffs long enough to turn him over. She turns around and positions herself above Dorian’s mouth. She orders him to lick whatever he is presented with. She starts by lowering hersef onto his mouth so that he can start licking and sucking on her clit while she holds the pink knickers to one side. He is loving the feel of the satin over his face. She rides his face while stroking her clit.

She now leans down to take his cock into her mouth. She sucks and licks. Engulfing his cock, manipulating her tongue around it before she moves to the balls. She is still grinding down over his face, his greedy lickings intermingled with gasps of pleasure. She is ready to climax again and his thrusts of his cock as deep into her mouth as he can manage is evidence of his intense arousal. She hears the slight clink of metal, then Dorian’s Houdini-like skills come into play. He has escaped the cuffs and has grabbed her back. He’s not resisting, he’s pulling her more firmly to his mouth, taking control back. Enough to pull her up into the doggy position and to position himself behind her.

What Dorian has been dying to do since he saw the knickers. He holds her still, licks her arse through the heart shaped hole. He hears her groan in pleasure and he makes sure to get her nice and wet and completely lubricated. He slips a finger inside her asshole and a thumb inside her vagina and begins to manipulate them in and out causing her to groan even more so. He works those fingers harder, slipping more in as appropriate and soon he decides he must replace his fingers with his now rock hard cock. She leans back and begs him to fuck her. She is asking to be spanked. He complies on both cases. He begins to pound harder into her and adds a few hard spanks to set her off. She is suprised when a particularly hard spank triggers another climax, her tightening around his cock in her ass, causing him to pull out suddenly and come over her back.

He scoops up fingerfuls of the come and feeds it to her, she’s still breathing hard from her last climax so he considers lying down next to her to snuggle. But they are both so hot and sticky.

Perfect answer. He pulls her up and kisses her deeply, holding her close. He is guiding her to the bathroom. He gently undresses her as she undresses him, she’s all mellow from her orgasms and putty in his hands. They are kissing still as they enter the shower. The water begins to cascade down them. He is playing gently with her wet nipples and she with his. She is soaking and shivering with desire again. Her sex drive on an ultimate high, and this has got him ready to please her as much as possible. He is kissing her and kneels down to suck her nipples and kiss over her stomach, licking in her belly button making her twitch. He kisses down her leg, down her thigh, knee, calves and ankle. He is careful not to make her giggle with the gentle butterfly kisses over the sensitive skin. He begins to suck on her toes and when he looks up at her she is gazing down at him with a glazed look of lust. He can’t resist again and leaps up to kiss her again, kissing through the water flowing over their faces.

She grabs soap and begins to wash Dorian thoroughly. She wants to clean his back so turns him around. He is pushed against the wall. She is rubbing his back, kissing his broad shoulders. Gently grazing her teeth aross them as her tongue flickers over them. Few things turn her on more than his strong back and shoulders. She squeezes his ass unconciously as she is kissing his back, he loves it. He loves it more as she is kissing lower down his back. He is holding his breath, hoping, but never sure what she’ll go as far as to do. Sure enough she is climbing back up his back. She grins, unseen, as his shoulders slump slightly. She is satisfying herself that he is scrubbed squeaky clean.

He is good at disguising his disappointment. He drops to his knees again, hooks a leg over his shoulder and proceeds to lick her out until she begs for his fingers too. He gives it to her. Thrusting them in quickly. He’s holding his breath, sucking her clit. Sucking it so hard that she is crying out. He encloses his teeth on it and she freezes. She can’t move. She knows what happens if she moves. He raises a hand and pinches her nipple hard. She is frozen but groaning. He presses his teeth harder. The frustration at being held in place by nothing more than his gentle bite is making her clit throb, making her shudder, her breath ragged. She is gripping onto the wall knowing she is shaking to much to keep standing, the heat is building in her. He hasn’t done anything more but is watching her, amazed at this impact. Amazed that this tiny motion is sending her sky rocketing. He times it carefully, her heaving chest giving away that she is about to come again. Just as she does he releases her clit and thrusts four fingers into her vagina, his thumb into her ass. Her knees buckle and she nearly falls onto him. She can’t stop the waves of pleasure racking through her body. He is holding her up and stands up to kiss her. Kissing her deeply, holding her tight until she regains control of her entire body.

He is being so tender now. He is holding her, caressing her skin, taking to the bed to lie her down. Kissing her face and neck gently, knowing how long it takes her to recover. He snuggles her, wrapping her in his arms. She snuggles him right back. Kissing his lips whenever they are close enough. It takes a few minutes but her breathing recovers and she snuggles him tightly to her. She then pushes him roughly onto the bed grinning. She wants to thank him. She takes his cock in her mouth. He notices that she’s settled into a comfy position so he relaxes, rightly looking forward to one of her marathon blow jobs. Indeed she spends nearly 20 minutes just on licking and sucking on his shaft. She takes his balls in her mouth periodically, using her hands to keep his hard cock warm. He is loving being treated so well. It doesn’t even register when she is licking just underneath the balls now. She smoothly is spreading his legs further apart and he is so relaxed that he isn’t anticipating her next move. He jumps when her tongue delves straight in his asshole. His cock swells even more as her tongue circles and dives and licks and flickers. She has spread his bum cheeks to get better access, he is complying obediently.

She wonders whether she should grab a toy, but decides to work on her skills instead, see how much he appreciates them. Her tongue is still whirling over his asshole and slides in a finger. She uses her hand to place his hand over his cock. Showing him that she wants him to stroke it. She is working his ass as his cock grows. He gives off the odd groan of pleasure. She speeds up her finger thrusting, adding another and twisting it inside him. He leaps up, grabbing her face until his cock is firmly in her mouth. He thrusts inside her mouth, getting faster and harder as she sucks more firmly. It’s not too long until he is spurting jet after jet of hot silky cum into her mouth. He leans down to share it. They kiss for a few seconds before both think that maybe cleaning out their mouths would be sensible.

Two minu tes later and both are lying on the bed again. Snuggling and kissing. She is ready to fall asleep after the exertion and his arms around her make her so warm. They are so peaceful. They are so very very happy. Not a sound made apart from his kisses on her neck until he whispers those three words in her ear….

‘Is it dinnertime?’

I love saying it to him and wondering what kiss I’ll receive, a peck on the lips, a deep kiss, or a kiss that I can catch him in until we are moving so fast I’m breathless.

All I have to remember is to say thank you afterward

Taking it back to where the greatest anticipation is in taking off your clothes until you’re in your boxers. Where you take off my clothes until I’m in my bra and knickers.

Kissing my body, taking in the sweet scent of my perfume and then lightly kissing along my cleavage until both of our breathing is getting heavy. Let me take over for a while kissing your chest and lightly sucking on your nipples and my hands running down to your boxers. I can feel your cock getting harder underneath my searching touch. Then your hand slipping beneath my knickers feeling how wet I’m getting.

We are getting yet more excited, pulling our bodies in closer together, we feel the heat generated by each of our torsos. Hands everywhere it feels, not able to rest in one place as we have to touch all of each other. Every single inch.

His hands tweak my bra strap, releasing my breasts from their prison, he catches them with his hands and sucks hard on the nearest nipple, gently teasing me with his teeth, hinting that he would bite but stopping before it draws complaints from me.

We lie down on the bed now, still kissing ridiculously much, then i hook my legs over you so that i’m perched just over your hardness. I provide a bit of friction there, just enough to get you that extra bit harder. The best bits, the slight wrestling, the giggles when elbows get caught, the pure animalistic desire from knowing that we’re going to be getting hotter and messier.

Soon the duvet is kicked on the floor, it’s getting tangled in our legs. The last of our underwear is now on the floor too. Our hands are now exploring deeper. My hand grasping his cock and rubbing it, his fingers twisting and curling inside me. Loud gasps and moans are coming from the both of us. Our fingers are searching out the other’s sensitive spots. We are only moments away from the next stage.

You are the first to pull back, sliding down my body, kissing a trail down my chest, detouring over to my nipples. Then as you kiss down my stomach, licking into my belly button, you edge your body around, me encouraging you so that I can get my tongue around your delicious hard cock. Your tongue is flicking over my clit now, i’m drenching you with my juices, and your fingers inside me are making me shake with pleasure.

We are both ready now.

You reach over to grab that little silver foil packet. You slide the condom over your cock and enter me in one smooth practiced move. We make the most of our missionary position, you thrusting smoothly and quickly into me. You raise my leg until it’s over your shoulder and push it down onto me, thrusting harder now. I’m getting very hot and bothered and I’m approaching an orgasm, but I know from experience that you are tiring so unhook my leg and roll myself on top of you so that I can ride you for a bit. This move never goes smoothly, but I give it a go, knowing how you love to play with my boobs as you raise your hips to meet me. You sit up so it’s as if I’m riding you in a chair, then lean me back so I’m flat against your legs and you stroke my clit as we continue to move.

We move onto one of yuor fave positions, you taking me from behind as I kneel in doggy style. You thrust into me, spanking my buttocks gently before grabbing them to lever yourself deeper inside me. You reach around fingering my clit bringing me closer to orgasm, and I feel your cock twitch inside me. You thrust once more before i feel the result of you cumming in me. I’m exhausted so lie down with you next to me , drawing me into a close embrace, lots of kisses on my forehead and lips. I know that i’ll get my turn later but for now I’m happy to lie here in this blissful moment.

This fantasy is my major dream. You know that I am turned on by a guy dressed as a policeman and I want to take this one step further now.

Handcuff me to the bed. Blindfold me. Leave me trussed up in a tight corset. Feed me your cock, make me suck on it until you are so unbelievably hard. Give me your balls to suck on. Make me take them all into my mouth. Sit on my face making my tongue explore your hole, grinding down on me so I have to struggle for breath.

I want you to turn around now so that your cock is still thrusting into my mouth and your tongue is diving to lick me out. Clearing up the juices that are soaking through my satin knickers. Yank them to one side and roughly lick across my clit. Dig your fingers into my bum cheeks until i’m crying out muffled by your cock. Keep pounding your cock into my mouth as you suck on my clit. Slide your fingers inside my holes. Push in as many as you can fit there. Thrust them  in and out until you feel me close to screaming in pleasure.

Stop.

Climb off me. Leave me wanting to know where you are.

Tease me. Whisper in my ear. Kiss my neck. Get me shivering in anticipation. Brush along my collarbone and let your tongue drift down to my chest. Loosen my corset and take my nipple in your mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Bite it. Make me gasp.

Disappear again.

The next thing I want to feel is your hands roughly lifting up my legs and hips. Thrust that cock straight into me. Be relentless. Go deep and hard. Don’t stop even when I beg you to. Use your truncheon to spank me. I want to be sent breathless from you punishing me.

Pin my legs together and raise them above my shoulders and continue pounding into me.

Stop.

Untie me. Don’t let me go. Roll me onto my front and pull me into doggy position. Lick me out from behind, slide fingers into my ass as you tease me with the head of your cock. Reach around to stroke my clit as you thrust into me. Stroke it harder. Feel my body start to shake underneath you until I climax. Keep stroking me as I cum, keeping me with this feeling until I’m begging you to stop. Then lick me until I can’t bear it any longer.

Once I’m exhausted turn me over again and stroke your cock, pinning me to the bed with your legs until you cum in my mouth. Don’t let me swallow. Share. Kiss me so that we can both enjoy the taste of each other on our lips.

Keep kissing me. Lay down next to me, drawing me against your body. Snuggle. Keep up the snuggle. Never stop the snuggle

An old fantasy in some ways, but new context.

I break down on the motorway and have to call a recovery truck. I play the damsel in distress and a lot of flirting goes on. My car gets hooked up to be towed home and I climb in the front cab with the recovery guy. As I’m still obviously upset he gives my knee a little reassuring squeeze as we’re about to drive off. My hand grabs his, to keep it in position. He looks me in the eye, judging my reaction and leans in for a kiss.

The kiss, hesitant at first becomes deeper, wilder, more passionate, his hands tangling into my hair to draw me in closer, then he gently pulls my head to one side to kiss and nibble down my neck. My arms sneak around his back to pull him into me. He grabs my waist and drags me across the cab so that i’m straddling him, back pushed against the steering wheel. He pushes the chair back a bit to give me more room and strokes my body as we continue kissing. My arms are now encircling his neck and i rock gently on his lap giving me friction against his growing hard on that i can feel through his jeans.

His hands are stroking my thighs, pushing up the skirt of my dress until they are fiddling with the material of my knickers on my hips. He is nuzzling down into my cleavage, using his mouth to access my breasts and kiss and suck on my nipples. I am very grateful for the tinted windows of the cab, preventing the traffic streaming past on the motorway from guessing what we are doing. My head is thrown back as he bites down gently on my nipples. Simultaneously his fingers work out the logistics of my knickers and i feel a finger slide swiftly and surely into my wetness, pulling a gasp from my lips.

I undo his jeans and pull out his cock to start stroking it, getting it to full hardness. We then shuffle until I am poised above his cock, waiting breathless for him to plunge the full length of it into me. He shifts his hips teasingly, hinting at what’s to come, holding me up so that I couldn’t take control myself.

He thrusts. I cry out as a climax racks through me and I start to ride him, keeping the heat flowing through me. He is thrusting up into me, meeting me as i come down. We speed up unitl the truck is starting to rock when he cums, I feel each twitch and spasm within me. Finally I slide off of him, collapsing onto the seat next to him to recover as he pulls off out into the traffic.

I should break down more often!

I haven’t been able to get Dorian suffiently out of my mind to discover whether I have a spark with the Architect. We get on fine, we chat, we have a laugh, he’s the perfect gentleman, he treats me well, yet…no sparks.

Maybe its the comparisons I automatically draw. The fact that Dorian knows me so well and can turn me on with a word and touch while the Architect can’t. His kisses feel wrong and he’s a bit too ‘nice’ for me.

Or maybe I’m rebelling since he’s the type of guy friends tell me I should see.

Or maybe there’s just no spark.

How can I find out?

…………………………………………

UPDATE

Apparently the spark isn’t there. I’ve worked out why from my side. I don’t believe it was there on his side either as he was not willing to take a step back while I concentrate on my studies.

Never mind

(Blatantly yes)

I was bemoaning the absence of my sex buddy so they wanted to know if my rabbit made up for it.

Well my rabbit gives me bone shaking orgasms, but can it do any of the following?

• Kiss my lips?
• Wetly circle my clit with its tongue until I’m calling for more?
• Pin me down to the bed roughly as it bites my nipples?
• Tie me to the bed, blindfold me and make me suck on it?
• React when I suck on it, using my tongue until it throbs huge in my mouth?
• Back me against a wall to just thrust into me?
• Kiss down my neck working its way to my cleavage?
• Undress me?
• Sneakily slip it’s hand under my top, gently caressing my skin?
• Snuggle at the end of an amazing climax?

So when you think of all these things that a rabbit can’t do why bother?

I’m trying to get over Dorian while he’s away. But there is something still pulling me towards him. Something that has always drawn me towards him.

I think I’ve finally worked out what it is.

I’m still waiting and hoping for him to say that he misses me. That he still loves me. That actually I’m the one for him.

I’m waiting for that confirmation of his feelings and hoping it’s him declaring that he wants me.

But surely, if that’s what he wants, that’s what he’d at least hint at once in a while.

Therefore I shan’t wait forever. I can’t wait forever anymore.