Tight, smooth, filled. Sometimes initially, it might be a little dry (thank you, birth control hormones :rolleyes: ) and so it might be almost uncomfortable, but I get over that quickly. The pressure of his presence seems to satisfy and fill a physical ache to have him there…like another said, it just feels like it belongs. And oooh, I gotta try the lay still and feel it throb thing.
The only thing is, my man is somewhat large (not monstrous, but larger than average), and he was quite daunting to be “trained” with (he is my first and only). Certain positions (me sitting on top) were HELL NO options because of the piercing pain; it felt like his penis was cutting through my abdominal wall and might pop out of my chest. All better now.
What’s wrong is that I haven’t gotten ANY action in almost a YEAR. What’s worse is that the last action I did see was AWFUL. Please G-d, tell me I am not going to die with THAT being my last sexual experience!! I’m not sure a hug at this point would be very helpful, but, uh, thanks for the suggestion. ::sigh::
I hate to admit this, but until last month… It had been 5 years since I’d had any. Due painful shyness on my part, my workaholic tendencies, and an EXTREMELY bad last releationship. But you know what? once you get some again, you’ll want to make up for lost time.
Michi, I feel for you. I’m at a year and a half and counting. And the sad part is, I probably won’t be getting any for another year as my credentialing program looks to gobble up my life (that and living with the parents kind of puts a damper on the naked gymnastics thing).
What does it feel like? Like being stretched and filled and completed in a way that’s very dificult to describe. The throbbing part . . . oh, yes. And the weight of a man on top. sigh And having him so deep inside you can feel his balls rest against you.
There’s a lot more I could write, but it basically adds up to the same thing. I really miss sex.
You can’t do something cruel like that to them stuyguy. I am reliably informed that women do not belch, fart or sweat. Logically then, if they couldn’t bitch they would explode. This follows the thesis that they don’t now because they never close their moughs long enough to build up pressure.
Uh-huh, OK. So, after careful consideration, I have decided to henceforth only insert Li’l Cloggy, and cease all motion from that moment onward. Hey, 25 women can’t be wrong, right?
Miss Coldy Clogs is gonna be so pleased when we meet for the first time in a month, next weekend in a Paris hotel! She’ll be so anxious to know where I learned my new technique, but I won’t tell
Ahem, Mr. Clog? No. Please reread the original post about the throbbing on insertion. You’ve got to move eventually. Please. Otherwise, your date will think you’re dead.
If she doesn’t already think that by the end of dinner…