If early on he bends me in half at the edge of the bed, head hanging over the edge and knees bent back as far as they go; if I commence to push the soles of my feet against his solid shoulders and tilt my bottom up off the bed; and if he strokes into me with the steady beat of a metronome; then something clicks in me for the rest of the night.
Or morning, or afternoon, or whenever. The time doesn’t matter. What matters is the priming of the pump, so to speak, that once completed sets free a never ending fountain.
It amazes me and must surely shock him, I worry, although he says he adores it. Concern about the bedding and some tiny remaining shred of seemliness suggest that I should try to hold it back. Every time I fail. Perhaps some day I will learn that it is less like a faucet and more like a waterfall, a waterfall which despite all human intervention goes where it wants to thank you very much.
He curled between my legs in the latter part of the visit, face dangerously close to the flood plain as he worked our current favorite buzzy thing over my bits and pieces. He’d primed me to the point that the gushing seemed uncontainable, despite the fact that I hadn’t sipped my drink in hours and was dying of thirst. I gushed until I stopped worrying about the bedding because I was more concerned about leaks through to the room below. Or electrocution from all the water rattling around in the vibe.
Finally I pushed him away. “Please turn it off,” I whispered, and for once he did as I asked immediately instead of holding on for just one more. His cheek rested on my thigh; he stroked my legs, belly and mons. Then he turned his head just enough that he could oh-so-gently lick me, and I think it finally sank into my stupid insecure brain that maybe, just maybe, he actually enjoys all the filthy sexy intimate drenched things we do.
Instead of feeling embarrassed about all your gushiness, feel blessed.
Honey, I almost never get wet and when I do it’s not very. I’ve never been that way, not when I was younger, not when I was first “in love”, not when I’m turned on, not when I was pregnant, never. I’ve heard of the mythical gush but… My husband has learned to interpret said juices. He’ll tell me I’m so wet when in reality I’m just slightly more moist than usual. He’s showed me said juices which are usually thick and creamy (yes I’m perfectly healthy).
Considering I’m one of those people who dreads the big O as much as I push for it (I can’t stand the feel of electrical pulses. Even a 9 volt battery on my tongue is sheer pain. Touch me and shock me and OUCH… Orgasms feel electric to me. It hurts), I suppose I don’t really deserve to gush, but still I marvel at your capacity to be a human fountain.
Deserve to gush? Who deserves it? I think it’s lovely but certainly not something anyone *has* to have.
i’ve read the first paragraph three times and i’m still confused…
are you on your back?
Sounds to me that he likes it just fine. I don’t think you should worry about it anymore.
Yep, on my back. :)
It is Enormously satisfying to watch a Woman enjoy herself that much,,Trust Me, Dear,,He LIKES it…
How can you be so sure, ThisOneGuy?
:)
…Call it intuition…..
Heh. You have great intuition then.
:)
That aint all I’ve got thats Great, or so, certain people tell me…..
No, you’ve got plenty of other wonderful qualities. Er…so I’ve been told.
:P
Orly?…who have You been talkin to, Hmm?
Hee. SOMEONE should get a room.
Hey baby. Wanna get a room with me?
:)
Funny, this is the second post I’ve read today on this topic: http://thekinkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-it-rain.html
So great!
with MPOV- (male point of view) I love a woman’s body, and all she is inspired to create – breath, words, impulses, love or anger, and yes bodily liquids.. from what pleasure I directly give or help create. Or others. I have even consumed this particular liquid (my mouth was busy and therefor in the line of “fire”). a clean, sweet flavor, warm and clear..
The Talkingheads re made it
At this moment I can not be sure of the original my first inclination is Wilson Picket
“Take Me To The River”
Mmmmm
Id love to bend you over and lick your till you come and then fill you with all you need
Thanks John. What a kind offer. I’ll be expecting you around 7. Can you also clean the house for me? You can? AWESOME!