Here's a doozie:
I was in a five month relationship with a 42 year old sexpot (which ended one week before Turkey Day). It took only a couple of weeks for me to coax her true slvtty, bad-girl self out.
Three weeks or so into our relationship, we took a drive to Sanibel Island to hang out, have crazy romp-filled memories, and eat fresh seafood.
We've eaten a fantastic dinner of sushi and other shellfish, so I want to indulge a little and treat her to a premium cigar. There was a small cigar shop we'd passed en route to dinner. I pick a luscious, H. Upmann for me, and a KarmaSutra splash robusto for her.
The timing is impecable. We hit the beach, kick off our shoes, and watch as a pending thunderstorm rolls inward towards us. While the sand shifts beneath our feet, we walk a little further, completely alone on this entire, magical beach. The sun has set, the breeze has turned to a strong gale, so we decide to stop and hang out on a lone wooden chaise, to watch the storm come over us.
She's sitting between my legs while my arms are wrapped around her thin size 6 waist. Her dark curls keep blowing back into my chin, so she flips her head to side, staring up at me with pure fvck me eyes. I take this cue in earnest and kiss her as passionately as she's ever experienced. Our hands begin to roam freely as the first droplets of rain begin to fall.
She pulls from me and asks me to take out my phone so I can take some shots of her topless on the beach.
--Let me stop here for a moment and tell you boys that this woman has the absolute best boob job I have ever seen. They were magnificent. The texture, the round-suppleness of her nipples, her cleavage; all added to enhance her beauty--
Now then, back to my story:
I take my phone out and motion towards her. Her gorgeous nakedness is a complete turn-on evident by her heaving chest, and deep breaths.
I ask her to give me one second and hand her the last half of my cigar (chicks who smoke cigars are one of my fetishes). She's letting the smoke billow from her mouth as she holds her huge sweater pillows with both hands.
I snap some pictures, repositioning her at my whim.
She's completely animalistic now, so I let her stew in her wetness a little longer. Anticipation and control are huge turn-on's for women, and a sign to her that you're a man who appreciates treating her as she craves: like an savage.
I put my phone away (pictures still loaded as I write this), and we go at each other like MMA fighters in the first round. Blood and cvm hungry.
Now the rain is really beginning to come down hard, but it only serves to add to our lust. I clutch the hair from the nape of her neck and pull her to me. Her mouth agape for any use I wish.
"You want me in your mouth.", I told her. Her breathing is now deep and raspy.
"Fvck. You are the sexiest man I have ever fvckin' known..." I shushed her by filliing her mouth with mine.
It's pouring buckets of hot rain on us. It's so hot I can smell the heat from her cvnt wafting upwards in wantonness.
Then she does something which takes even me aback a little bit: She asks me to choke her.
I take a few seconds to process her request, then go for the throat.
Literally.
Both hands clutch her neck and I squeeze. I squeeze hard. She's beginning to squeek as breathe becomes non-existent. Then I let go. Blood rushes to her face, her eyes open wide; and she kisses me.
Rain, the heat of the act, our mutual savagery; all inch toward satisfaction.
Not yet.
She pulls my hands to her throat again, with eyes screaming, "more!" I clutch her throat and squeeze again. Harder this time.
As her body begins to betray her want, she begins to breath from her nose. This is rectified by my right hand closing her nostrils while simultaneously covering her mouth. My left hand continues gripping her throat.
After a few more seconds, she passes out. She fell against my chest.
I don't freak out. I simply stroke her hair as she comes to. Her eyes are darting around and she begins shaking. At first I thought the shaking was from fright.
No, no. She had the best orgasm of her life. Her words.
Then she cried. I held my girl and kissed her rain and tear stained face.
"I've never met a man until you. Only you know what I truly want." She spoke as she gazed up at me.
This, my friends, is treating a woman exactly as she needs to be treated. I have loads more adventures with this girl to share with you Brothers.
