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Foreplay - Why is it Good?
By Wicked Temptress
I’ve never really understood the concept of foreplay. FORE - PLAY -
before play. As far as I’m concerned, all that stuff you do before you
stick it in is just as important as the dick-in-pussy action. Sometimes
better!
For men, orgasm generally results from direct stimulation to their cocks -
and the in-and-out stimulation provided by intercourse works for most. But
women, for the most part, take longer to warm up, so while our hero is
ready to plunge his weapon deep inside the maiden - she’s still trying to
catch up to his level of arousal before she feels ready for some hard
action.
Foreplay isn’t only about your genitals. Breasts, necks, hair, faces,
eyelids, lips, underarms, ankles - all have the potential to be highly
erogenous zones and worthy of sensual exploration.
Foreplay is whatever rocks your world. It can be gentle, loving and soft,
or passionate, fierce and strong. What matters is that both partners enjoy
themselves. Being creative and exploring what feels good is the best way
to start. Let me tell you about one of my recent memorable sexual
encounters. This really emphasizes the importance of foreplay.
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He walks into my bedroom and closes the door. I’m happy to see him,
been waiting for this all day. I’m ready for him - ready for him to take
me, no questions asked. I turn away from him and start ripping my top off
- ready to fuck like an animal.
“Not this time” he whispers into my ear. His large, strong fingers
encircle my wrists and hold them by my sides. I stand there, wondering
what will happen next, waiting…waiting - just as I’m about to start
protesting loudly, I feel a gentle, hot breeze blowing on the back of my
neck. The protest dies on my lips as that warm puff of air blows the hair
off my nape and sends shivers down my spine.
“Concentrate,” he urges “concentrate on feeling every single iota of
pleasure. I want you to feel it. Experience it. This is a 8 course meal -
not McDonalds takeout”. The breath behind my ears turns to feathery
kisses. He *knows* what kissing my neck does to me! The kisses get hotter,
harder, and wetter. They turn into nips, bites, lip munching. I know my
neck will be marked, but I don’t care. It feels too good.
He reaches around and starts undoing my remaining buttons. He pulls my
shirt off from behind, and traces his fingers over my back and shoulders.
His fingertips leave a trail of fire in their wake. Next comes my bra, my
nipples stiffening and crinkling in response. He steps around in front of
me and starts licking my stomach. Licking…sucking…pashing…making out with
my belly. My nipples are crying out to be touched...
He pulls down my skirt and massages my legs, starting at my feet and
working his way up. He doesn’t miss a single inch of flesh as he moves
past ankles, knees, and thighs….
“Oh My God…he’s nearly there,” I’m thinking to myself as his fingers
brush past a stray hair on my inner thigh. He reaches under the elastic of
my now-sopping panties and gives a feather-light touch to my labia before
withdrawing his hand.
“Noooo!” I sigh… “Don’t Stop!”. He walks around behind me and pulls up
my panties til the silky material is wedged firmly up my ass crack. He
uses a sawing motion - back and forth. It’s like sending a rocket to my
clitoris. My hips move back and forth against the motion, rubbing myself
like a dog in heat against my own underwear.
With one swoop, he rips my panties down to my knees and they drop to
the floor, stained with pussy juice. He bends me over the bed and starts
licking the cheeks of my ass. I can feel his hot, wet tongue as it slides
against my butt cheeks…I want more than anything for him to bury it inside
my cunt... He knows it. He parts my legs and moves his face under me and
starts licking and sucking me in earnest. I’ve been waiting so long for
this that I am ready to explode.
He stops licking before I climax and holds me immobile with a heavy
hand in the small of my back. I can feel his hot silken cock pushing at my
crack. He enters me - fast and hard, just the way I like it. His fingers
drumming a tattoo on my swollen clit. As I feel him reach the point of no
return, I slam back against him and allow my climax to over take me. As it
overwhelms me, I howl like a dog, unable to stop the torrent of energy
that explodes from my every orifice. I can feel my cunt spasming in tidal
waves of hot flesh and gushing girl goo. It’s just as well I’m lying face
first on the bed, because my legs cannot hold me upright.
The moral of the story, my friends, is that while I was ready for action
the minute he walked in, it would have been short, sharp and probably
sweet. But in making me wait…. bringing me to the heights of passion
before he took me - he ensured one of those Grade A orgasms that leaves
you melted in a puddle of bliss.
Try it for yourself - you’ll see what I mean. |
