| dallikanchi |
Posted
on 07-Apr-03 05:08 PM
Yesterday, on a sunday afternoon, my boyfriend visited me. My parents had gone to Florida for a trip, because of which we were all alone by ourselves, and we had the freedom to do anything we wanted. Thus, it so happened that I and my boyfriend decided to DO each other. This was our fifth time, by the way. My boyfriend just loves it when I do him. He can of course do himself if he wants to, since he does it everyday,but he prefers that I do him. I also love it when he does me. He knows all sensitive nooks and crannies, and realizes when to be gentle and when to be rough.
So, how did we start? We started by soaking our "tools" in water, as it is always a hygienic practice to do so before starting the "ritual", so to speak. Water is a well-known lubricant, in case you didn't know; so when it rubs with your interior, it doesn't hurt much, and thus you won't bleed everywhere. Then I opened it wide, and he quickly put his tool in; I was rather surprised by his tool's humongousness because the last time I remember, it was pretty small, almost the size possessed by a 2 year old kid, and this had embarrassed me. How could he enter me with such a small tool??? But he did enter me, and entered me impeccably. As they say, it isn't the size that matters, but how you use it. So I had been very happy with his performance the last time we had this naughty adventure!
But this time he was very rough. When he entered me, I felt like I was hit by a rock. So I gave out a big moan to let him know that he was hurting me. "Sorry, I will be gentler", he said. And I thought he would be true to his word. I told him to do it slow and take his time, but he was already on a roll; he kept doing it harder and harder. I moaned louder and louder since he was really hurting me and I was bleeding everywhere, because being a woman, my body parts are rather sensitive. But he just didn't let go. He kept hurting me. Perhaps we weren't maintaining the rhythm, I thought. So I tried to move with him so that we could at be in sync with each other. But my effort was in vain. He was still hurting me a lot. But I had to let him do me; he was my boyfriend after all, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So I let him do me till the end.
When he said he was done with me, I was very relieved. At last he was done brushing my teeth. I then quickly spit out the toothpaste foam, and washed my mouth. It was now time for me to brush his teeth. Boy, was I ticked off! I had made up my mind to be much rougher with him than he was with me.
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