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!
With his hand on my stomach to keep me from squirming, Mr. B was going to town with that devil tongue at the core of my being. I was seeing stars and just about to tip over the edge when he suddenly stopped. And I came crashing back to the ground! This was the second time he was doing this. I knew that my next orgasm would have made me lose my mind because of all the pent up frustration but I looked up at him, with tears of desperation, whispered “I know what you are doing. But I really do need that release.” He laughed at my plight and said “Now’s the time, baby!” before dipping his head down again to transport me back to the place I was in, a few seconds ago. Within no time, I was crashing in the waves of pleasure again. As they say, third time’s a charm, right?
Want to know what happened in the last part? Read it here!