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