Dear Jane, <— If you ask a question, I’ll answer it
How does sex feel ? Tell me your best sex story.
I don’t want to assume you’re a virgin, but just in case you are, I hope you know I am looking for questions from you.
Since I wrote about my first time already; mostly in part II how sex for the first time felt for me. And you’re not asking about anal specifically so I wont go there. I’ve covered why you should try things thrice… and how that makes the experience more complete, but I never talked about what solidified this “sex is awesome” thing for me.
NOTE: I’m female, and therefore writing from a female perspective, and I chose to write from a hetero-sex experience because I assume that is what is being asked of me. If you want a lesbian experience, or anal, you can ask. If you want a man’s perspective, I’m taking any and all email entries on this topic!
Sex feels like… well, let me start at the beginning… arousal.
Arousal is integral, a must. Arousal feels warm. It feels like my body temperature rises, but my fingertips and scalp tingle… so does my vulva. If you get me just right, I’ll be wetter than you think humanly possible. I swear I can feel my wetness slip and move, form, ooze, drool and bubble… mocking me, taunting me. My nipples get annoying, begging to be touched (I’ve caught myself caressing my boobs in public, then snap back to reality hoping no one saw), and an unmistakable smile pulls at my lips, which I alternatively bite back and release. I have been caught with this smile on my face, and there is no denying it. Arousal feels devious, indulgent… it feels… sneaky, boderline guilty and utterly delicious.
There is nothing like being turned on, and ready to take the next step to…Engaging with another person.
When there is someone arousing you, it literally feels like triggers being set off, I feel receptive and welcoming. You think you know what gets you tingling… but when someone else finds a spot… or loves a spot so much you end up liking it too… it becomes a stronger trigger. Passion, creates a connection. Basic cause and effect. Kiss me just right, and I’ll get wet. Mess with my neck, – short of breath. Pull my hair – my nipples harden. If you know how to talk to me, I’ll be putty in your hands. My skin will flush, I shiver, my knees will buckle and my actions (ie. hands undoing your pants) will become automatic. My body will know what it wants, and I’ll press it to yours, roll my hips to get you to grab my ass. My head will flip my hair to expose my neck to make it enticing so you fuck with it more… and I will want you. I will need you. I will feel empty, even achy… achy is a good word, throbbing is too. And needing to be filled. Yes, combine that with what I described arousal feels like.
Arousal, engaging, indulging, letting go… it is overwhelming, I give in into this feeling. You must give into your physical body (all of the sensations triggering), and let the emotions, and technical analyzing go. Its like the feeling you get when you’re about to fall asleep – except far more stimulating. You should be more organic in your thinking, bare minimum… not over examining or calculating. That deep, other wordly feeling beckoning to you… if you let go that is. Many people stay aware for one reason or another and on the surface during sex, some of these people have issues with orgasm (as well as other bedroom dysfunctions).
Sex.
I must state that initial penetration feels the best. I’ve talked to many, and I completely agree… that initial opening, and allowing of someone to enter is amazing. Every nerve feels like it is stimulated, pressured and stretched. I’ve grown to like the word penetrated, because not all cocks have made me feel full or stuffed (sorry, just the truth). I’m no size queen, my vagina does have limits and an end… so I use the word penetrated. Not pierced, I associate that with a sharp pain, a prick; no pun intended. My vagina feels you… and you feel like your hand would feel if you clenched it around something firm with a little give… like a beef tenderloin. Like a warm cucumber. Like that gushy thing in the science store. Like a Vixen Creation’s dildo. Like a penis. It feels, like you’re grasping around a penis. There really isn’t anything like a nice, hard, hot, beautifully shaped penis. Sex feels like your body has done something you didn’t know it could do. It is eye opening, hissing through your teeth, just stay there a minute, good. My hot vagina, clenching and grasping, open and ready to be penetrated, fucked … wetness slipping over him… contact. Rubbing, sliding, pumping, fucking, sex. As cock slips in and out of me, I can feel how hard he is, and there are varying degrees of hard. I can feel if he has a curve, and the shape of his head. I can tell if there is extra foreskin. I can feel his dick twitch, and throb, the blood pump, through him. If he is, or is not close to orgasm; I can feel his balls slap against my body, and stick with my wetness for a brief moment… and closer to orgasm I can feel them tighten up closer to his body and slap against me less. I can feel if he shaved recently, and if he has coarse or thin hair… I can feel razor burn. When I’m doing the fucking, I can feel him roll his hips to get deeper or when his hips become reflexively jerky as opposed to the pumping he is conscious off.
I’m perceptive and observant, I guess that comes with years of learning how to make a connection, get lost in the moment, but study a person at the same time.
Orgasm.
Then another trigger is pulled and my muscles relax, and a pressure builds… like all of what I described comes to an apex and expands throughout my body. ALL of the triggers go off and I feel numb to it at the same time during orgasm. Sounds are muffled and gone, my body tenses, my breathing halts, my body becomes hotter. This moment feels like the heavy pause, and the static in the air that hangs between a dramatic scene in a movie and the audience’s wow or clapping. Orgasm feels transcendent, electric… feels like I was reborn or died a little. It feels like a bomb, it feels like rolling thunder sounds, it feels unstoppable… and then I want more. Voraciously in the need of another. I’ve been known to laugh, I bet I sound like a predator on the hunt for another orgasm. But I probably look like a sexy (spastic) mess (please, don’t confirm or deny this)… because as far as I know, my orgasms are orgasm inducing too. Contagious.
The body contact, the closeness. I don’t care if it is a one night stand, or a long term relationship, there is a connection. LITERALLY. It cannot be denied. If you have a good connection, sex is quite a game. Your mind can be “screaming pull my hair”, your body will react, he’ll pick up on it and it’ll get done… without you saying a word.
Post Sex.
I like to gather myself, and lay there for a few moments just breathing. I feel sweaty, and done being worked. The feeling comes back to my toes, and I feel the temperature of the room… the real world sort of comes back to slap me in the face after I’ve come out of sex land. I can let yourself be awkward, or I can laugh and get a drink of water. Either way, I make sure to have baby wipes handy for easy clean up.
Aaaand, I don’t know if that is the best I can do, I’m sure I can expand, I am a very tactile descriptive person, but another post, another time.
As for my best sex story, stay tuned Friday for the erotica. Re-reading what I just wrote, I hope I made your heart beat elevate at least.
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