I wanna sex you up.
You make me feel real good.
I wanna rub you down.
I wanna sex you up.
Let me take off all your clothes.
Disconnect the phone so nobody knows.
Let me light a candle,
So that we can make it better.
Makin’ love until we drown.
Sex with the Hunter continues to be outstanding. He is, as Dan Savage would say, GGG (good, giving and game). He is also inventive, strong and appreciative. He is addictive and intoxicating.
This weekend, he took Cialis and the sex was amazing. I like it better than Viagra because it lasts for over 48 hours. We sucked every bit of fun out of that $12 black-market pill. His dick was like that of a 20-year-old guy. During one randy Sunday night session, he had me in a tub chair in my bedroom. This chair is my comfy reading spot and he showed me a whole new way to enjoy it. He fucked me in the chair and then he tipped it onto its back two legs. Oh my – once I realized that he had the situation well in hand, I relaxed and the sex was phenomenal.
We fucked on my stairs, on my loveseat, on the living room carpet, on the bed (infinite positions there), with me braced up on my dresser…you get the idea. I think the highlight of his weekend was when I finally said, “enough”. He laughed long and hard claiming he had finally tamed me. That was an interesting comment to me. He said he wanted to fuck me until I was sated and tamed because he felt like I wouldn’t stray if he could keep me satisfied. Why? Because he wandered in previous relationships for the same reason and he has his own moments of uncertainty and insecurity.
One thing that intrigues me about the Hunter is his kink – pegging. He likes, intermittently, to have me put on a strap-on and fuck him. On Sunday night, I fucked him hard. I finger him pretty regularly, but on Sunday, he got fucked and he loved it. He had asked me to watch some porn so I could get some tips on how to peg him. Apparently I did my homework well because he came really hard. Pegging is one of those things that I don’t have a problem with doing, but it isn’t some huge turn-on for me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s enjoyable and I get turned on seeing how excited he gets, but it doesn’t necessarily arouse me.
Another thing that enthralls me about the Hunter is his vivid imagination. He consistently murmurs his fantasies in my ear before, during and after sex. He tells me about threesomes involving another woman (because he admits he couldn’t handle the jealousy he would feel with another guy); he asks me if I have girlfriends that would pay him for sex and who they are, how much would they pay; he talks about going to a swingers club, he talks about fucking me and using a dildo at the same time (perhaps during a threesome), he envisions great sex outside during a downpour on my terrace. Last night as he spun out a story of a fantasy threesome, I told him that he missed his calling as a porn writer and/or director. He laughed. Sometimes I can’t decide if he is fantasizing or if he is truly probing me to see if I would go along with it. I go along with it all in an effort to call his bluff.
He is simply a sexy man through and through who appreciates my efforts to be sexy as well. For example, this week he left early for work and left me horny (on purpose). We now laughingly tease each other about “simmering”. He claims to hate the concept, but on occasion it works to his advantage. About 10 minutes after he left, I pull out my vibe and call him. His work commute is spent listening to me get off. He murmurs encouragement as I masturbate and I cum quickly. Like I said, the Hunter is a very sexy man and I am a lucky sated woman.