Feeling good

We met this week for one of our back to front dates. Tenderness was probably the best adjective to describe our love-making. We held each other and chatted as we played.

I went on a voyage of discovery, which may sound strange after we have been together for 20 months, but it is true. Mistress has a wonderfully sensitive pussy and an amazingly reactive clitoris, so I was able to make her cum three times by touching and playing with it in three different ways, even three different places. Sometimes, it seems too easy for me! But it is fun, finding new ways to satisfy her. I have very sensitive fingers, so maybe I should have been a concert pianist.

We had both been 'good' in that we now refrain from so-called self-abuse (don't you just love that amazingly negative term for something that is so much fun!) in between our sessions together, so we were both ready for eachother. I went down on her (something I don't always do, not because I don't love doing it, but because it is good to vary the appetizers before the main course...) and of course she came again and again and again... Wow, that woman is so multi-orgasmic! I asked her if her pussy ever gets sore, and she said no, never. Lucky!

The secret of our relationship is that we both make each other feel so good about ourselves. Lying there, with her mouth around my cock and her hand caressing my balls... Well I could lie there forever, and it sums up all the physical attention I crave so much. In the half light with the curtains drawn, we look and feel beautiful to each other. I call her my dryad, an amoral wood nymph, because with her curls and knowing smile she looks like one of the fairies from Midsummer Night's Dream. She is prickly as well as ethereal at those moments, so I've christened her Mustardseed. She pouted and said she wanted to be Titania, but then said I was more Bottom than Oberon. I saw myself more as heroic Theseus, really, but hey, we don't see ourselves as others see us!

After hours of languid lovemaking, I took her from behind, not caring about her, only myself, and she loved that too, as it tipped her over the edge, yet again, while I came noisily and greedily, jerking inside her over and over as I came... She says I produce a lot of cum...

Later, we went for a walk amongst the bluebells before hunger drove us into a little cafe we know for lunch. Then we had to return to our respective lives and realities, but the interlude was magic, as ever, like a dream.