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!
Hmm, he was upto something and I had a fairly vague idea what that was. “What is it that you want in return?” Without a word, he picked up the eye mask from the bedside table and put it on himself. “I’m going to feed you this ice-cream blindfolded. Any of it that falls on you will be licked off by me. Cool?” Cold ice cream was just my kind of thing on winter days! So I agreed. For every drop that spilled I guided his face to the spot and he licked it off - my lower lip, my chest, my inner thigh...every move that his tongue made on every inch of skin on my body only made me crave him even more. This continued until we could no longer take it. Soon, we were making out like two young and horny kids who couldn’t seem to control their sexual urges. And do you know what I realized? Melted ice cream makes for a great snack post-sex!
What do you think of her sexcapades? Read more tomorrow!