My first orgasm in life taught me one thing - life is dreary without good sex. And that's the mantra I've lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don't mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I've decided it's best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
Ah, that day was something. I remember kissing his neck in fervour, and slowing down as I reached his shoulders. Those muscular damn shoulders! One look at them and I lose all my inhibitions! His hands grabbed my butt and caressed my back. That was enough of a sign for me to continue. I started at his happy trail and stopped right where Mr. B. Junior began. A little teasing is important, ladies! Then I moved back up, finally mounting his boner. I can still recall, specifically, his tone of surprise and that ecstatic expression, followed by the softest moan - a most beautiful sound that is music to my ears, even today. Oh boy, was it a heady feeling! Increasing my pace as I rocked forwards and backwards, we finally lost ourselves to the rhythm. When I got off him, he held me close to his heart and murmured “Babe, we’ve got to do this again”. And we did...again and again and again!