There are things about sex that we miss the most…things that make you shiver in happy memory of a recent interlude. What sticks with you the most…?
A) The savory taste of fluids from your lover…the taste of an earnest mouth on yours…the salty taste of sweat on shivering skin…the taste of cum on your tongue…Mmmm…!
B) The scents of sex…especially the scents of commingled cum. Yummy! Heady!
C) The sensation of juicy parts being thrust together in this luscious way…Oh Baby!
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March 16, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Today, I am going to be too busy to moderate comments, and this one might be rather fun for readers to view other comments, so for today, the moderation feature is lifted. Play nice please…and leave me lots of luscious juicy remarks. *smiles*
March 17, 2008 at 7:16 am
Shannee, I forgot to mention yesterday, I trawled through the Cane 4 Pain site, they are works of art. If they had been around while Mel was alive we would have had a couple because they are so beautiful, the Amethysts, the Jade and the emerald colours and silver, yummy, we would have displayed them in the bedroom.
Looking back it’s isn’t easy to say, but I think her smell after a long good girl spanking, after she had orgasmed a couple of times, I can still smell her, the smell as we settled for sleep after a great love making session.
The feel of her hot mouth on me when she woke me in the morning, the sight of her running down the stairs to greet me dressed only in one of my shirts with only the top button done up. The sight, the feel, the sound, the touch of her, these are my snippets of the one I love.
Good morning Shannee.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
March 17, 2008 at 7:42 am
I miss feeling his strong arms holding me, almost crushing me to him. I know that wasn’t on the list, but it’s usually the first thing I miss. I’ve never been big on the smells. I wish I were.
March 17, 2008 at 8:46 am
I am left with a memory of a touch… a choice of words… a smell in the air from my romantic moments of the past.
March 17, 2008 at 9:59 am
The memory of his hot breath on my neck usually does it for me. There is also the smells that remain on the sheets after he has left for work…
I can’t believe how beautiful those canes are!!! I want!!
Radha
March 17, 2008 at 10:53 am
Memories of
the taste of me on his lips
the taste of salt from the ocean spray on his face
the roughness of his day old beard as he rubs it on my cheek and over my breasts
the pressure of his teeth as he sinks them into my neck
*sighs heavily*
March 17, 2008 at 2:44 pm
Things that make me shudder? Thinking about Saturday and giving my Master a blowjob and then him going down on me and giving me oral sex until I exploded…mmmm. Just thinking of his tongue all over my pussy makes me shudder and juicy. :)
I miss his lips on mine and making me feel owned and taking me…
BIG HUGS
padme amidala
March 17, 2008 at 2:51 pm
There is a kind of kiss that reverberates in my mind. When things are “outstanding”, sensations cease to be a focus or separate. At that moment, a kiss of shared breath is completely intimate and precious.
I hope that doesn’t sound too dumb, but when things are not perfect, it’s what I miss.
Mr. Upton Ogood
March 17, 2008 at 5:34 pm
For me, it depends on my partner. With my Husband it is juicy parts rubbing together. With M it was scents. With other lovers it was their flavors. Oh…and the comments are moderated again now by the way….*smiles*
March 17, 2008 at 9:44 pm
Greenwoman,
I appreciate the total package. As a sensualist/hedonist, I love everything about the experience. I love to look, taste, smell, hear, and feel what is going on. For me, they all play a part in my favorite part of the tapestry of love that I attribute to sex, which is both carnal and spiritual. All of my senses come alive, and I like to review each in my mind afterwards in an exhibit of delightful desire while savoring every moment of each of my senses. At the same time, I wish to prey on Deborah’s reactions, what makes her moan, squirm, and release her yummy essences in a blissful release that is divine.
I want my mouth on her. I want my hands over her body. I want to take in the smell of her arousing odors which tempt me to go further and further. I want to taste her juices, cum, and energy oozing from her body in a lustful frenzy. I want her moans to send vibrations through me. I want to invoke the full power of our union and worship her in all her aspects. I don’t want to leave anything left untouched or unexplored. In our union, I want our love and lust to burn hotter than a thousand suns.
Stimulating her clit and g-spot simultaneously, I want her to release her amrita for me. I want her sweet nectar which has been likened to ambrosia. When I taste that, I feel my heart sing and my spirit soar.
Marcus