Sunday, July 12, 2009

Edge.

I begged him to make me come, and I don't know why, because when he did it would be over. As long as we stayed like this, bodies entangled from toes to hair, his fingers buried in me and just barely moving, it could last forever. My whole life in a bed, bent back onto my elbows and the balls of my feet, hips circling endlessly, tasting his sweat and mine. I could feel his cock hard against my thigh, his lips on mine not kissing but just breathing into me, and his fingers, oh God his fingers.

And the only thing I could say to him was that he should make it stop?

He wasn't listening anyway. He knew what he was doing. When I went faster he went slower, riding out the bucking of my hips, giving me not an inch more or less no matter how I thrust myself down on him. He pinched my nipples, bit my neck, but not quite enough. I was half a second away for minutes on end.

Finally I begged for his whole hand, and he gave it to me, not gently. When his thumb just started to slip inside it was finally enough, finally too much, and when he could no longer hold me off he didn't hold back. He fucked me with his hand and it hurt and I was coming and it was so fucking much, so fucking good.

I was in a daze afterward, laughing, kissing him over and over, curled fetal, babbling like an idiot, laughing at myself again.





And all told it still didn't take twenty freakin' minutes, sheesh.

10 comments:

  1. Subjectively, I'm sure it felt longer...

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  2. When you told him to make you come, did he say anything in response, like "Oh, I don't think you mean that," or did he just keep going as if nothing had happened?

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  3. Greenearth, you always seem to be asking pointed questions to find the Real Truth Behind The Pervocracy. And... there's really not that much between the lines here, man. I'm just some chick with a vagina and a melodramatic streak and a keyboard. There's nothing really worth ferreting out.

    That said, he pretty much kept going like nothing had happened.

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  4. In my experience, the whole '20 minutes' thing is propagated by women who never actually get off from sex. It takes a little practice and a cooperative partner (ie, not Mr. Let Me Show You My Awesome Technique Whether You Like It Or Not) but it's not that hard.

    But I think a lot of women just resign themselves to the idea that it's impossible, and this is the shit they write to comfort themselves.

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  5. Hey, Holly, I'm just trying to help you be a better writer by letting you know where your posts raise questions and don't answer them. As you're obviously more concerned with appearing coy and mysterious, I won't bother anymore.

    But that was not the purpose of my earlier question. Maybe I should have phrased it as a comment: that guy was lucky you didn't mean what you said; otherwise he might have gotten hit or worse. If a girl told me to make her come, that's what I'd do; I'm not going to risk guessing that somebody doesn't mean what they say during sex.

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  6. I love fisting. Sadly, most girls look at the size of my hands and balk.

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  7. GreenEarth,

    You think Holly is concerned with appearing coy and mysterious? Seriously?

    As for the communication thing...if a girl tells you to stop, that means you stop, no ifs, ands or buts, no questions asked. Full stop. If she was just kidding or didn't really mean it, she can tell you so. But that doesn't mean that there's no give-and-take in sex, no teasing. It doesn't mean that the guy has to do everything the girl asks, or vice versa.

    Just my $.02

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  8. GreenEarth - A failure to spell out every detail of every situation in the bluntest possible way, leaving nothing to a reader's imagination or sense of humor, is not, in my opinion, a writing deficiency. I don't think I'm insufferably coy, but I'm not a painstaking documentarian either, and I don't want to be.

    If he had actually done something against my will that I disliked this entire post would sound very different. It wouldn't be something you could only deduce from a tiny clue.

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  9. "Hey, Holly, I'm just trying to help you be a better writer by . . ."

    Oh boy.

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  10. Holly, that's so very hot! :) It's been a looong time since I've had that kinda fun. Go you!

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