The Awakening

I am new to this.

Not to sex, let’s clear that up. I have never ‘blogged’ anything in my life. I have never captured my life in a diary, I travelled the world without recording a sentence in a travel journal and I don’t keep love letters. I have never had a story to tell, well one worth writing about anyway.

I have no idea what I am doing, at all. But something within me wants to write this down. This is 100% genuine. This is my interpretation of the most amazing sex I have had.

This was written 6 weeks ago, when we first meet. I have weeks of notes both hand written and typed, screens shots of text messages and a few fantasies – all, I am going to share.

Monday 29th April 2013

The messages during the day hammer my body, my sexual being and my nerve endings. They have the ability to distract me completely from the task at hand, my work and my income. My pelvic sensations on full alert, the nerves, the pain, all getting swollen and ready – It’s actually fucking intense, I can feel everything - It’s there. This is just the beginning; I then have to drive to Hulks house. The drive sets everything to its heights. I get wet. I get excited. I think of everything, his presence, his touch and his ability to talk my soul out of my head, to question myself.

Arriving at Hulks house bound with enthusiasm of what is to come; he is in the shower after being at the gym (Hulk). I want to quickly open the bathroom door, let him know that I am there. I say it’s so that he doesn’t get a fright when he walks out, but I’m not sure if that’s my entire reason. There is a steam-fuzzed mirror that allows me to see his physique, see his shoulders and back, smell the soap. Intense. There are mirrors all over his house.

He leaves the bathroom only covered in a towel, walks to me plants a kiss, a welcome ‘Hello’. But that’s it… Hulk cooks dinner; I feel he likes being independent. The evening is filled with conversation that is not ‘general’ chitchat, there is no ‘tell me about your day’, very deep – It’s not light conversation, it hardly ever is.

Laying in bed the magnetic connection is instant. His hand finds my upper leg and starts rubbing, pulling, and tickling. His touch is enough to send my sexual home into spasm. It draws me in. He is hypnotic. Hulk rubs my entire body, over my legs, my mound, up to my boobs and back down my legs to my feet. It’s a fluid movement with perfect force that he repeats. All my sensations are flowing, emotion is travelling through every inch, and every pore is opening – wanting him. Every nerve is on fire.

Everything is connecting between us; it’s almost a spiritual connection. This is exactly where I want to be, my body is almost at a level of pain, it’s craving. I can feel his want, I know he likes to please me; there is nothing that could distract him at this moment. He is in as element as he starts playing with my inner. He starts by gentling rubbing around my clit, rubbing it between my skin folds, thumping his palms on it. Tickling. Rubbing. Using a forceful and concentrated pressure. Every touch confuses me, as I get to a stage of powerful frenzy he changes things, I can never predict his next trick, it’s all exciting.

I am already at a level of bliss and as he starts kissing my stomach I’m stretched further into pleasure. I can feel my body taking over as his tongue pushes between my legs. He starts sucking and flicking with intention and force. I loose myself. My body takes over. My mind is gone. I am in a place that only he can put me and only he has the mental control to pull me out. First my legs tremble, my limbs are stretched and I’m clenching the sheets and my eyes closed tight. Pleasure. Everything intensifies as he continues, not allowing my body to recover from any orgasm, he pushes my boundaries through it, testing. There are continuous gushes of electrons through my body, if I could track them, I would. Orgasm on top of orgasm my body starts getting confused, is this fucking, even possible? I stiffen, my back arches, and I scream and roll away – that fine line between extreme pleasure and pain.

How long it takes me to return to the moment, I have no idea. Pins and needles paired with ecstasy run through every veins. I shake uncontrollably. He enters me. The desire of wanting him inside me helps to relax my body from the previous mind altering orgasm(s). After a while we move from the bed to the balcony. There is a sense of intimacy yet the feeling of being in public. This excites me and he knows it. Neighbours merely need to glance out windows, strangers on the street just need to gaze upwards. My head is lowered and banging of the glass panels of the railing as he pounds me from behind. This feels amazing. We are not looking at each other yet the excitement and intimacy travels through touch. Hulks breathing increases, the strokes are getting shorter and more intense. He removes himself and quietly groans deeply and shutters as he releases all over my lower back.

My body is exhausted, my mound swollen – I could go again!! That feeling.
That can’t be normal.

I think that, but know my body and mind couldn’t go through that again.
Until we woke up at 3am anyway.