Last night…

…we had phenomenal sex.

Like, eye-crossing kind of phenomenal.

Having awesome sex isn’t the newsworthy part because we always have awesome sex. But this time was omfg-fantastic. What makes it newsworthy (to me) is that, like, neither one of us really even moved.

It has to qualify for Laziest Sex Ever, if there is a competition for these things, and if there isn’t, then I’m starting it and we just won.

It was the strangest thing really. He shoved it in and did this little how-deep-can-I-get-it kind of lunge that he does where he just keeps pushing and pushing like he’s drilling for oil up in there and I was sliding off the edge of the bed until my head was hanging off the side and it just felt so fucking good that I started coming and coming around his cock while he just held it there and then he’s like “Jesus that feels good, cunt. God. Jesus. Holy- I’m gonna come. Now.”

And boom.

Done.

Weird!

But Oh. So. GOOD.

So then he lays back and says, “See. I told you I wasn’t going to do all the work.” Like he planned it that way or summin’.

Smug bastard, idn’t he?

I told him I make it way too easy for him.

We had a bet one time (or maybe it was a challenge) where I said that there was NO way he could make me come if I didn’t want to- without stooping to cheating by using the hitachi- but just by fucking, if I didn’t wanna orgasm, I wouldn’t.

See how I try and snatch control wherever I can? I’m such a dork.

Anyway, we had a terrific time proving me wrong. Over and over and over again. The fact is, I am a prisoner inside my own orgasmic needs because, try as I might to think of my mother naked and to count ceiling tiles, I lost.

So the next challenge was that if I wanted to come, he couldn’t stop me from it.

Again, HE had a terrific time proving me wrong. Me? Not so much. That sucked ass. He came and came and came and fucked me and fucked me and fucked me and knew *exactly* when to pull out or stop or move so that I’d only hover right there on the edge and not once fall over it.

Smug bastard! I told you!

Personally, I’m just glad that he’s not the kind of dom that restricts orgasms or doles them out like candy treats cuz there is nothing I like better than coming until my ears bleed. I used to think he was “doing it wrong!” because he didn’t make those orgasm rules like others do.

Now I think that if it’s wrong, by God, I don’t wanna be right!

Orgasms are fun.

~cunt

p.s. This will probably be my last post until sometime next week. I’ll be in Illinois being nice to my ex (puke) and visiting my family (squee!). I’m looking forward to seeing them for a change. I haven’t seen them for a long time and I kinda miss them. It should be a fun time (minus the ex).

Master can’t come all the way with me because I won’t be back before he has to go back to work. He’s coming halfway and then spending the day with his family before heading home again. I was going to try and arrange a slut-visit for him while I was gone because I didn’t figure it was fair that he have to go without having his cock serviced just because I was going to be gone, but, alas, he’d rather enjoy his time alone.

I can’t blame him. He never ever has time away from everyone all at once. But to turn down a slut-visit? That’s some serious jonesin for peace and quiet.

Enjoy it, Master. :-)

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