Notes from Hulk

 

We are going back in time again - to the 29th April, when I wrote 'The Awakening'.

Below is Hulks version of that night. Hulk likes bullet points as well.

 

 

Monday 29 April 2013

• In shower. Knock on the door – “I’m here”. Like it had been done lots of time before. It was normal and natural.
• Kiss on the cheek. Does she expect more? Do I take her to bed now?
• Nice chit chat while making dinner. Discuss ‘the book’ which was an enjoyable conversation.
• Diva showered and wore her knickers and singlet – sexy and nice to look at. I enjoy her confidence.
• ‘Boundaries’ conversation – It was a needed convo but got to involved and became tiring – my bad.
• I knew our connection was much stronger than our ‘boundaries’ conversation and I was proven correct.
• Singlet and bra to bed – A no go – only come to bed in knickers, unless very cold. Certainly no bra.
• Every time I lay with Diva, I want to give her everything I have to offer. I am constantly sending thoughts to her. I think she picks up on the emotion and passion, combined with firm hands it has a huge effect on Diva’s heart rate, breathing and posture.
• I love grabbing her skin – not to tight not to lose.
• I change massage techniques so she can experience different pressures and keep it exciting.
• I know she’s horny as hell. I can sense it.
• Her pussy is giving off heat, my hands feel it.
• I brush around and the odd time touch her pussy and clit through her knickers.
• At a certain level of arousal I push firmly but gently against her entire mound. I work from it’s entirety to playing and massaging her clit. I’m confident and her noises and movements reinforce my confidence. I’m strong and in control. I literally have Diva in the palm of my hand.
• I’m constantly sending vibrations (thoughts) of sex, passion, love, oneness, enjoyment – the room is filled with it. Diva is saturated with sexual tension and every breath she takes fills her body with the powerful drug.
• I take her knickers off, and my own. I massage her pussy again. Starting big and then slowly start focussing on her concentrated sex centres. Clit and G. Massaging the top of her vagina only. Then combined with clit stimulation.
• The room heats up and I’m in my element. Giving everything I have to Diva is my obligation. I am proud she is allowing me and opening her vulnerabilities to ensure the experience is one.
• At a time I feel is right, from being in sync with her. I dive head first into her pussy. It is a sensational pussy and I enjoy being down there.
• A few flicks of the tongue is then followed by an open mouth plastered directly over her clit and surrounding skin.
• I massage with my mouth, lips and tongue and start to suck in and out. Then only sucking.
• My fingers are still massaging her clit

• This is taking a long time to write and my hand is tired.

Mind over body

Hulk knows I write about (almost) every time we meet. It actually started as his idea - The reality of what I was experiencing needed to be recorded, we both needed to write about it from the male and female perspective. He lost interest at day one, with a sore wrist ... I couldn't stop!

(I have his first entry!!)

Notes. Mind Maps. Voice Messages. Full on erotic journals. Weird huh?

Again - Notes. My bad.

Tuesday 4th June 2013

• Hulk rings at 10pm. It’s on.
• I say I’m tired. He replies I wont be when I get to his place. Of course I wont be. How can anyone want sleep when they could have sex? Why would anyone be tired? This boggles the mind.
• Walking in his door we both start stripping for bed. It’s that far on. It’s late. We both have work tomorrow. 
• Things start off differently than usual. It’s late? The foreplay, touching, tickling isn’t there. My body isn’t even reacting the way it normally would. 
• The mission of tonight was to up the anti from the night before, I am slightly scared and anxious … then add excitement and pressure to that. My body is confused. 
• His touch has less effect on me. Is it because I’m tired? Shit no. I know the reason of this lays completely in my mind. 
• I need to stop thinking and roll with it. I want this to be awesome. 
• My mind eventually lets go, it catches up (not entirely, but enough), it took some convincing. 
• I mentally let go of my conscience. My body begins reacting. YAY. 
• Mind over body, body over mind. Body wins. Awesome. 
• Hulk feels the change, the charge, and starts responding. He is good.
• He places the palm of his hand with strength over my clit and fingers on my vagina entrance. Moving like a wave its incredibly amazing. It’s hitting. I want to tell him to continue, but I leave him. He knows what he is doing & he did. 
• Without hesitation he puts his mouth on me. The contact is persuasive and powerful. Where exactly he is, what his mouth is doing doesn’t register. I let it all go. The overwhelming fire numbs my senses. I’m chaotic. The stretch of time is a fuzzy warm tingle which starts in my fingers - Weird. 
• Hulk tells me later that my body wiggles all over the bed like it wants to get away from him. I find this odd and unexpected, it’s actually the last thing I would think that I would want. Am I even thinking? 
• I feel like I am coasting in this super sensitive and extreme state where my whole body is simultaneously tense and relaxed. In reality I know it’s a frenzied shape of weird. My breathing stops. Heat floods my body, surely its close to boiling point, the room is scorching fucking hot. It's winter. 
• It’s a bizarre moment of pleasure just before pain. It travels. A passionate and concentrated power that sends my limbs into spasm. I’ve lost all power. I’m just a body. Yip. Just a body. 
• I come to. My head is between his bed and bedside cabinet. Holding my breath has resulted in gentle hyperventilation that I quickly try and recover. I can feel my stomach muscles heaving. I’m shaking. Like an autumn leaf. 
• I’m told I say ‘stop it’ - talking to my body, its reactions. I pull myself onto the bed and life regains itself, reality, really? – Right there in a staggering moment of relief and ecstasy. Drug. It’s a drug. 
• After letting me recover Hulk slides his cock into me, him on his side, I am on my back perpendicular to him – fucking incredible. His leg rubs my clit and his dick penetrates. I can feel how wet I am. Slightly embarrassing. 
• My body internally & emotionally re-connects to him, I’m moving again. My body moves back to the previous position, why? Balancing my head on the floor, my body on the edge of the bed, in a strange but not weird head stand position. He is entering me. It’s not awkward. The pressure of his body against mine is immediately arousing, how can I be more aroused?? Perfect. Incredible. Intense. Hot. Wanting. Needing. Fulfilling. In sync. Fucking good. 
• He pulls me back onto the bed. Slowly he builds intensity and speed at the same time. Genius. He is kissing my neck sending shivers beyond the physical. 
• He gets faster, harder - the headboard starts banging. Phased. Harder, faster, harder, faster – my breathing stops, an intense orgasm and he carries on through … I am in the final moments of blank as he releases himself all over my body and legs. Exploding with exhaustion and pleasure. Trembling. Shuddering. Jolting. Exhausted. 
• Powerful