Diary of a Nympho

This nympho's sex life has been something akin to the Sahara Desert lately, folks - as you might have been able to tell from the lack of actual sex posts lately. So it brings me immense pleasure to bring you all a long awaited (by you and I) Sexcapade:

He popped open a bottle of red wine moments after we both walked in the door. It'd been a long day for me - work, leaving early for a doctor's appointment, going to the DMV, going to the pharmacy, pre-rush hour traffic. I was grateful for the warm, bittersweet liquid as it trickled down my throat. We sat at our computer desks - exactly opposite one another - idly chatting, sipping, and surfing as we did most afternoons.

"I need to go and take a bath," I said casually, as he poured me a second glass.

"I want to take a bath with you," he said, cocking a playful eyebrow up at me.

I was surprised. B., as previously noted here, is not known for his sex drive - if he even has one. Though in recent talks he has agreed that he needs to be more giving with the cock. So far, he's been living up to this goal nicely.

Delighted, I went and poured us a hot bubble bath, lighting the small bathroom up with candles and giving it a lovely, warm glow. He came in as I was undressing and playfully gave my nipple a little tweak, grinning at me affectionately. He climbed in and leaned back as I followed, lying back against him. We talked and giggled as he idly stroked my body, sometimes finding his way down to my clit. I leaned back further, turning my head and he met me in a hot and wet kiss. His finger was making delightful circles around my clit and I moaned around his tongue as I felt his cock growing hard against my backside.

Suddenly he broke away, "My god, baby," he said, "I can feel your wetness - even under the water."

I grinned, handing him my poof after I'd drizzled it with lavender-scented bath gel. He bathed me slowly and teasingly, spending extra time on my most sensitive areas. After that we grabbed my best friend, the hand-held shower nozzle, and he washed my hair - giving me a luxurious scalp massage. I was feeling good all over and could no longer control myself when he began nibbling on my most sensitive part - my neck.

I grabbed both sides of the tub and hauled myself up while he quickly slid directly under me. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock - my aching pussy literally quivering with desire. Both of us moaned as he slid in and I began with slow, circular movements that ground myself into him.

Realizing the shower nozzle was still going strong, I excitedly grabbed it and shot it straight on my clit.

"Can you feel that?" I asked, my own voice almost cracking from the intensity.

"No," he said, "But keep it on there if it feels good for you."

I have never had the chance before to combine my two favorite things - my hand-held shower massager and actual sex. I began riding him faster, the water lapping up just almost over the lip of the tub with a rhythmic whoosh as the massager pulsated a heavy stream of warm water right onto my clit. The effect was dizzying and I came almost immediately - crying out and almost losing my balance in the midst of it all. He pulled out of me and said he wanted to wait - and go at it again soon.

We ended up having company, and I went to bed early. But as I awoke in the a.m., I decided to try my luck a second time. I scooted closer to his warm body and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He smiled, though he kept his eyes closed.

"Baby," I whispered in my husky, just-woke-up voice. "Make love to me."

He moaned, and stretched out a hand that found my breast - nipple already hard. He breathed down my neck and nibbled on my ear as his hands caressed my body - always coming just inches from my pussy. This slow and deliberate teasing always gets me so worked up. Finally his mouth found my own and his fingers found my clit with the fast and sure skill that I love about him. I was moaning and suddenly begged him to be inside of me. I couldn't take this anymore.

He rolled on top of me and I wondered briefly when he'd had the time to take his boxers off. Without a moment's hesitation he was sliding inside of me. I cried out in utter delight, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him down fully on top of me. We began our dance and he slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up so that he could slide even deeper inside.

With such a good work-up beforehand, it didn't take me long - I felt it first as a warm tingling in my thighs, that spread up and over my stomach and turned into a heat all throughout my body. I screamed and clutched at him as it rose, throwing my mind into that realm of confusion and intense pleasure, and rode the wave out - it ebbed slowly and he finished himself off as I recovered from my own.

I think he's making up for lost time; and I have to say he's doing a damn good job of it.

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