V.L.O.G. Valentino’s Life Orgasmic Graciousness

THIS IS A REPOST, JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE IT.

I had a sudden recall of this experience as I was listening to Mariah Carey’s We Belong Together.

Our first real date was on January 11, 1998. I was waiting for her at a street corner for like thirty minutes, but she was worth the wait. I was a bit nervous because this is the first time we’d met each other since I saw her and approached her during a birthday party two weeks before. We just talked a lot on the phone until about 3 am (We were both insomniacs.), laughing at our jokes or talking about life’s philosophies. But now, to see her in the flesh again made my heart want to leap out of my chest.

When she arrived, I was spellbound. She had red hair that she cut like a bob, wearing a tight white shirt, and was really sexy in her faded blue jeans. When she smiled, I was speechless for a sec, but I regained my usual boisterous self. It was already six thirty pm.

We rode the bus going to the mall to watch a movie. Since it was full of passengers we had to stand at the aisle, with me behind her. As I was talking to her, the bus came to a sudden stop. I was propelled forward, making my front touch her soft round behind. The result was pointedly instantaneous. She turned towards me with a knowing smile as I tentatively placed my hand around her waist. Our bodies closer than before, I clung to her tighter, pressing at her hills below. Her hair exuded the fragrance of flowers and fermented oils, so tropical yet modern. Gosh, she’s so soft! I could feel the warmth of her body underneath her clothes.

We arrived at the mall and ate at a restaurant. I had my jitters by making her laugh, the sound of jingle bells. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After that we strolled. Then we came to the cinema. I remembered that I asked her if she wanted to watch a horror movie. She said yes, so I bought tickets for “Vampires”. The dark theater was full of couples hugging each other (out of fear?) as we made our way to the less occupied row. I placed my arm around over her shoulders, trying to really just watch the film because I really wasn’t really sure if she’s up to making out on a first date. When the gory stuff’s coming out, she’d hide in my chest, genuinely terrified. But before she’d peek back at the movie, I felt her eyes on my face as if she’s studying me.

Then, I got bolder. Amidst the screaming of the victims of the vampire, I told her, “You know the reason why a man like me would like to kiss you now?”

Surprised at my question, she innocently inquired, “Why would you?”

“Because for me, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I want to kiss you because you are so beautiful, right here, right now.”

“Okay, kiss me.”

So I did. Her lips smelled of thick Mac lipstick, her breath was minty with Colgate toothpaste. Her saliva was like the mother’s milk, healthy sweet. We closed our eyes but like Ben Affleck in the Daredevil, I saw her outline like a shimmering gold aurora in the dark. We kissed and kissed, our tongues probing the wet, soft insides of our hot mouths, as our faces got hot, our hands grabbing each other tightly, the freezing air forgotten. Her nails dug on my back. I was stroking her tummy when she took my hand and placed it on her breast, firm from arousal. I dared not mash them like crazy, but just opened my palms and cupped them gently but firmly, pushing them upward. Full of surprises, my wife put her hand in my pants and gently stroked my rod.

“It’s hot, hard”, she gasped. I made a mental shrug. The inside of her palms were smooth and silky and sweaty, conducting static to my tower. She then took my hand and placed it on her Venus delta, holding my hand as she guided me in caressing herself. Dear reader, it was so hot! I was like wetting my lips, couldn’t wait to taste her soup of Eden.

“Tom, your tongue’s hot!” She exclaimed, as I licked her ear, her ivory neck, then and her nape. I said to myself, if can’t ‘lick’ you here, your nape will do. I parted the hair at her nape and tongued, and this drove her to really heavy breathing, like I just discovered a new erogenous zone. I tasted salty sweat. She was grabbing my tower a lot harder now. Some couples were pointing at us now. Finally the credits rolled, the light turned on, and we have to get out. It was eleven. After grabbing a short bite and staring at each other at the table, we checked in at the nearest decent lodge.

As soon as she lay down on the mattress, I went on top of her, dry pumping her with my hardness, repossessing her lips. I took off her top, kissed and licked, then her bra, sucked and licked, enclosing my lips on her nipples. She arched her back, touching my cheek. Her chest was bathed with my saliva. I took off her pants, kissed her Venus delta behind her silk panties, pushing my mouth at her labias underneath. I swooned. I was in heaven on earth, with her as my angel. She pulled off her panties and I was nowhere and nowhen, just sucking, sucking, and sucking as her pubic hair parted for me like Moses and the Red Sea. I rounded my lips and stimulated her clitoris, softly bumping my lips around it to a beat.

“Ooh, Tom, you’re…keep it up…damn…so good.” Like a siren song, I heeded and worshipped her more.

“Oh..Oh..Oh…Faster…I’m coming…I’m coming…Oh God…No…Yes…Aaah!”

She pulled my hair (Ouch!), shook all over, the bed was having aftershocks on her Richter scale. Of all the girlfriends I had before, she registered the most intense clitoral orgasm that I helped bring. I said to myself, she is the one.

I knelt before my ‘altar’, waiting for her to say, “Fuck me”, but she just closed her eyes and passed her hands all over her body, like I wasn’t even there. Then, she looked at me like a girl who’s alone with a man for the first time. I took off my shirt and my pants. Seeing my nodding phallus, she even looked more afraid. Then, I slowly came up to her, between her legs, and slid the body of my cock on her radiating labias. As I was going to put it in, she pushed at my tummy. I was confused, like you are confused now. I pushed. She recoiled.

At last, she whispered, “Please, do it slowly.”

I knew slowly. As I pushed my ‘head’ into her, the entry was a bit dry (?), and very tight. I came down on her and kissed her nethermouth at the same time delivering in my saliva, plenty of it, even though her pubes were drenched with it. Then, I lay on top of her, pointed my heat seeking missile home, and then hugged her tightly, rocking into her in starts and stops. All the while, I kissed her face. She stiffened. Then, I felt a hindrance just near the opening of her vagina.

I was making love to a 20-year-old virgin! My wife to be! It came as a shock, but I recovered. Slowly, I pushed at the hymen. Little by little, until it finally gave way, her lubrication began in earnest. Then, the dance turned to a rave.

Lubricated with my saliva, her juices, and probably a little blood, we set the rhythm, I was like the tick tock of the clock, ignoring my pleasure as my penis slid and vibrated in her Venus delta, becoming faster and faster. My chest parted her breasts, wet. My face and lips were on hers. My hips were like well oiled pistons. My ass rose and plunged with speed. I was grabbing every part of her body. The room was filled with her answering prayers, my queen, my angel. As I increased in momentum, I ‘vibrated’ like a Brazilian samba dancer.

Suddenly, she became silent with her mouth open, closed her eyes tightly.

“Oh my God…oh my God…uh…uh…Coming…Oooohhh!!!”

She let out a shout of pleasure, music to my ears, that I’m sure the bellboys heard. She scratched my back. Since I could not stop my momentum, ignoring her moans, she swung into multiple-serial orgasms every time my rod hit her G-spot. I thrust deep and paused before the next deep thrust in her later orgasms. Her eyes looked into mine when I did that.

“Can I rest for five minutes?” she exhaled, panting. Her face was red.

“Sure”, I replied.

We were bathed in sweat. I was still rock hard in her vagina as I watched her breasts rising up and down, catching her breath, eyes closed. My penis felt the heat inside her, the electricity. Her vagina contracted around it. I felt so grateful and content as I massaged her hips and the back of her legs and calves. Loneliness was in Siberia. I felt needed, wanted. She smiled in her rest.

The rest of the night was spent with her suggesting another position, then another, more cunnilingus, naps, drinks, snacks, hugging, ‘vibrating’, her orgasms, my comes (2), and afterglows. At 10 in the morning, we checked out.

“Please call me”, she said. She wore shades. Her lips, sans lipstick, were redder, fuller than I remembered.

I did call her. I was in love and I still am, with her. She’s the last American girl I’ll ever have. That’s how we began this 8-year relationship.