Bedroom Experiences

The surprise of trimming my pubic hair:
Even though it's broad daylight, the thought of last night still makes me blush and my heart race. I can almost feel my nipples hardening again, and warm fluid instantly moistening my clitoris... I've lost count of how many times this has happened today!
I only trimmed my pubic hair a little, but my husband got so excited. We were caressing each other when his hand touched my mons pubis, and he immediately lifted my skirt and ripped off my panties. Once he saw clearly, he was about to lick it.
I was so shy, so uncomfortable being exposed like this in front of my husband, my whole body stiffened. Suddenly... that soft spot was being bitten, pinched by fingers, and constantly kissed. My husband's breath was stimulating that area, it felt so good!
"Harder, harder..."
I silently cried out, my body twisting wildly with each thought. My husband's attacks grew increasingly fierce. Overwhelmed with excitement, I blurted out, "Quick! Come on up!" I hadn't felt this happy in a long time!
My husband relaxed for a moment, but my excitement hadn't subsided. Looking at him, yes, his energy was still so high!
"Let me see again!" he said, reaching out to spread my thighs again. "So sexy! This shape is so beautiful!" Then he stuck out his tongue and licked down from the mound, the animalistic "tsk tsk" sounds stimulating me again. I arched my body, shouting, "No, no!" and reached my climax again.
This intense feeling was something I had never experienced before. Why did I go and clean that place?
It was an inspiration I got from watching a honeymoon movie on TV. While watching, I unconsciously became excited myself. I couldn't help but touch that burning spot. As I touched it, I suddenly realized how different this place was from my teenage years! It seemed the grass was too dense; through it, it was so hard to feel the intimacy between our skin!
A mischievous thought struck me: what if I removed the grass? How surprised my husband would be!
Sure enough, besides being surprised, he was incredibly excited! Tonight, I couldn't wait! The day
we used the feather for pleasure
, my husband bought peacock feathers. I thought they were just for decoration, but I never imagined they would have such a powerful effect!
The first time, I spread my chest, and my husband gently brushed my nipple with that feather. Yes, just a feather, but for some reason, I felt an electric current flow through my body… The feather gradually moved down, to my breasts, stomach, sides… Gradually, when the feather brushed against my inner thigh, I was completely wet!
The effect of the feathers was so great that my husband was overjoyed. Within a few days, he bought many more feathers, including ostrich feathers, soft large brushes, and small brushes.
Why did it feel so good when those feathers were used to brush against me?
My husband said, "It's like your whole body is full of erogenous zones!"
Of course, sometimes I felt itchy and uncomfortable, but at the same time, a surge of intense pleasure swept over me. Perhaps my analogy isn't quite right, but it's like the feeling of holding back urine... it's hard to describe.
When my husband saw me moaning so wildly during foreplay, he would get excited and frantically brush against me with the feathers. The problem was that I got too wet, so during actual intercourse, he would penetrate too deeply and there wasn't much stimulation!
Therefore, after each time he used the feathers, I would wipe away the secretions with toilet paper before letting my husband insert his penis. This was more stimulating for both of us.
When using condoms, we didn't use regular ones, but rather those with raised bumps.
However, these little props are just supplementary. Our favorite foreplay is: I lie on my back on the bed, my husband straddles my head, facing my feet. Then he gently brushes my breasts, lower abdomen, and thighs with a small feather. I can't help but take his penis into my mouth, and unconsciously spread my legs wide. When the feather brushes against the inside of my thighs, in my excitement, I suck his penis deep into my throat!
Wonderful bedroom skills
[We both discovered the climax of examining and displaying each other, it felt so good... We changed positions and saw that thing inserted there...]
I lay naked on the bed, my husband looked at me with passionate eyes, told me to spread my legs, staring at that thing and said, "Open it wider!"
I spread my thighs wide, exposing my entire vulva to him.
He didn't touch me, and I stared intently at his penis. I teased him by twisting my body, looking at that thing I loved most. So cute! As I looked, my head, which had been hanging low just moments before, gradually lifted, finally pointing towards the ceiling.
Our foreplay was like this: we didn't touch each other, just looked at each other. Even so, my clitoris was already soaking wet, almost overflowing.
At this point, my husband was about to enter, but our mutual display didn't stop. After he fully penetrated, he leaned back sharply, his hands supporting him behind him. I also lifted my upper body, supporting myself with my hands behind me like him. My husband loved using this position for up-and-down movements, watching his penis go in and out of my clitoris. I also rotated my waist for him, making his penis move like a conductor's baton. My husband matched my movements, moving up and down while constantly rotating in the opposite direction.
After we fully enjoyed this position, we adopted the cowgirl position, where I was on top, allowing my husband to see the entry and exit. Sometimes I would lean back, letting my husband see my swaying breasts.
"I want to see your ass!" he would sometimes ask.
So I obediently turned around and lay down, my husband would stroke my waist and touch my buttocks with satisfaction.
Our climax was the movement of yielding and withdrawing. If you can practice coordinating, I believe it won't be difficult to reach our level.
When my husband thrusts in forcefully, I quickly pull back a little, but immediately thrust forward again. When my husband pulls back, I also pull back a little, and then thrust forward hard, skillfully coordinating the yielding and withdrawing movements.
After eleven years of marriage, we've finally developed such wonderful bedroom skills. I dare say this is our golden age. [I really can't tell if he likes it or hates it, but once he gets going, it's amazing! I'm so happy!]
My other half is so slow and methodical. It seems he doesn't dislike sex; in fact, he really enjoys it! And his skills are excellent, but he never initiates unless I want it, which is strange! When I want it, he doesn't get angry—no, it's like he's been waiting for it! So, every time we're in bed, I'm the one who starts the fun: "Hey..." (That's what I say) "Hmm?" (That's his reply) "Look this way!" (Me) "Hmm..." (His) "Okay!" (Me) "Hmm? What?" (His) "I'm going to take your clothes off..., sweet boy! I'll give you a little smack, ah? I... I..." (Me) "Oh, oh, you..." (His) "So delicious... over here... hurry up... I want some too..." (Me)

"Okay, sure!" (He)
"..."
"..."
"Don't move! I'll put it on you, don't move... Ah... It's so tight, you're amazing today, so tight, phew..."
I straddled him from the opposite direction, wrapped my thing around him, and put it in deeply, rotating and rotating, I could move however I wanted.
From this moment on, the roles of host and guest were reversed, once his engine started, I couldn't resist!
He always let me take the lead first, and then got up when I got tired. So amazing, he sat cross-legged on the bed, lifting my buttocks, lowering them, lifting them, lowering them, twisting the wrap around a few times and then lowering them... Ah, so busy!
Sometimes he was fast, sometimes slow, slowly rotating a few times, and then lowering them, or twisting and slowly lowering them, rubbing my wrap around desperately, and then suddenly lowering them, and in that instant, a wonderful feeling of comfort spread throughout my whole body.
"Ah...no, no more..."
But I still had my back to him, and he lay back down, moving with abandon... I couldn't hold back anymore, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I reached my climax...
Ah! I love it so much!
We are in perfect harmony
. [At the moment of climax, my mind and body were certain that we were in perfect harmony. Because he and I were so in sync.] For
the past three years of our marriage, I have been very happy. The main reason is that my husband's thoughtfulness and gentleness always make my heart flutter. At night, before the children could fall asleep, he reached out and pulled me into the covers. He was still
talking about the children's trivial matters, but his hand quietly slipped inside my pajamas... The bedside lamp reflected on my cheeks, and for some reason, I suddenly felt shy.
"Turn off the light..."
"Then you won't feel embarrassed." A
passionate kiss sealed my lips, lasting for a century. Then, his lips slid across my neck and stopped at my chest. Involuntarily, I reached out and grasped his member. As always, my whole body began to heat up as the warm substance entered me. The instantaneous comfort and fulfillment were truly unparalleled.
However, this long-term blissful life occasionally made me wonder: "Are we really compatible?" Especially since my husband never clearly expressed whether it was good or bad, which made me even more dissatisfied. I even suspected that he had another woman outside who was better than me.
To be honest, I have lovely children by my side, and I have no complaints about life; my husband's pampering is enough to make me have no complaints. But people are so strange; when life is comfortable, they always like to overthink. It's true that "people don't know how good they have it!"
Ah... My husband's movements became more and more intense, and the ecstasy spread like ripples from my lower body to every part of my body. The waves of pleasure seemed to be sweeping me away in one breath.
Thinking about it, we must be quite compatible... Otherwise, I wouldn't have stopped thinking and completely immersed myself in the boundless cloud of passion. "
May we be a pair of lovebirds in heaven.
" ["A perfect couple, inseparable, truly the envy of all!" As the ladies in the neighborhood say, we are indeed very compatible.]
"Let's play a few times tonight!"
My husband said with a smile, leaning closer to me. "You're so naughty!" I said coquettishly, but my heart was pounding, and my manhood was trembling like a spasm.
Lately, my husband has especially enjoyed seeing me tremble. Therefore, we always use the flexed position, pushing and pressing with all his might while wanting to see my expression. And, under the bright lights...
Usually, no matter how lost I am, I am still quite conscious before reaching climax. I don't know what kind of expression I have. But when I squint and see my husband's thing tightly inserted, I suddenly feel dizzy, as if I'm about to paralyze. So, "Okay!" he tells me, and immediately lies on top of me...
Since realizing how compatible we are, we no longer have any taboos. My bedroom behavior gradually became bolder. Especially after I knew I could completely trust him, I became even more reckless. Sometimes, in a moment of impulse, I would blurt out, "Let's do it tonight!" Even I was surprised by my own reaction.
Today, I was the one who initiated the act. After a casual reply, he immediately launched his attack. His member, like an invincible golden hook, stood erect and pounced on me. Instantly, tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my face, my chest overflowing with happiness, as if about to explode.
A wave of tender affection washed over me, plunging me into a dazed contemplation. I secretly vowed to myself, "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches."...
Suddenly, he patted my cheek, waking me from my reverie. I will be with him forever... [Why are
men
's penises so big? Is my spouse special? Recently, I realized this is a blessing.] Because
of his intense activity last night, I've been feeling dazed and unsteady all day; even with the sun shining brightly, I have no desire to do anything.
This has happened several times since we got married. When I wake up this morning, I feel like his penis is still there, slightly itchy, almost immobile.
Last night, his rapidly erect penis kept rubbing against my genitals. In the darkness, the liquid overflowing from the tip glistened… something warm entered my hot body, moving up and down. My consciousness grew increasingly blurred, until finally my entire genitals were soaked. "I can't wait any longer," he said impatiently, and pushed me down.
"Ah! It hurts!"
I thought that being so wet, there wouldn't be any resistance, but the impact made me cry out in pain. However, this sudden cry seemed to stimulate him. Perhaps he thought I was in pain because his penis was particularly large!
So, he suddenly thrust in, and I tried to cry out again… But in an instant, the excruciating pain transformed into pleasure. My joyful gasps and his excited groans mingled, indistinguishable from one another… In my hazy state, I seemed to hear him say, “Swing your abdomen harder!” So, in my dazed state, I held onto that thing tightly…
I couldn't understand how something so large could be stuck in such a small hole.
Even as the morning sun bathed the earth, I couldn't stop thinking about that incredibly strong, enormous thing. Strange! How did it become like that? …
The intoxication of alcohol
[I really wanted to see its true face. Because that thing always seemed like a wild beast inside me, rampaging and crashing…]
My husband and I don't usually drink much, but once we've had some, we become uncontrollably bold, and our sex life naturally becomes very explicit. We usually start in the missionary position, then switch to the rear-entry position. We used to always change positions after penetration; but recently we've changed our habits, changing positions immediately while penetration is still in progress.
However, the strong intoxication didn't make me forget my shyness. Underneath my prone body, he kept caressing my breasts, then thrusting into my lower body. When I opened my eyes, I saw my wet pubic hair standing on end. Shyly, I unconsciously twisted my waist, which played right into his hands. "Good! Good! Harder!"
Of course, I felt very comfortable, but the position with my chest and abdomen suspended made me uneasy, so I kept trying to bury my body in the blanket. But as soon as I touched the edge of the blanket, he attacked forcefully, forcing my upper body to arch backward. Perhaps this gave him intense pleasure! As I did this several times, my clenched teeth gradually lost feeling.
Furthermore, he frequently asked me to change positions. He'd either teach me to hang one leg over his shoulder or bend both legs over my own shoulders (like performing a stunt).
Usually, he wouldn't give me a moment's rest during these times. Sometimes, we'd start in the missionary position; after penetration, we'd change to facing each other. Most of the time, my shyness was indescribable; my lower body was always writhing, more like a game than lovemaking. After all, it's true I'm more drawn to orgasms.
My genitals felt like another creature, constantly panting and exhaling hot flames; his was no less intense.
Sometimes, I even wondered what kind of mechanism was hidden there. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like when we became one…
Although he always thought his penis was too small and not quite the right size for my vagina, there was no doubt he was wholeheartedly trying to make me comfortable. As I gently caressed
his
nipples, the tip of his penis began to wet. This was something even men themselves would find unbelievable!
Seeing his nipples harden, mine also hardened, and I could vaguely feel my genitals becoming wet. Panicked, I could only cry out, "No! No!" "Quick! Quick!" while gently shaking my head.
However, as if deliberately teasing me, he deliberately took my fingers and let me touch his nipples, teaching me how to caress them. Since he liked it, I readily grabbed them with my hands and then gently bit them. During this time, he also continued to play with my genitals. An overwhelming urge surged, and I bit down hard on his nipple. But instead of getting angry, he let out a series of low moans: "Good! Good..."
I was about to climax, but he wasn't satisfied, so we went into a 69 position. He caressed my breasts while gently parting my labia majora and minora, his tongue… I gasped, only knowing that my thighs were gradually spasming.
Meanwhile, I licked his anus with my tongue, then moved to his perineum. Occasionally, I would make a light pressing motion with the tip of my tongue, and he would show a blissful expression. Soon, a clear liquid flowed from the tip, and without hesitation, I immediately moved the tip of my tongue to that magnificent place. Although we both wanted to penetrate at this moment, we managed to hold back with all our might.
I was very confident in my use of my tongue and mouth. Usually, my lips would first take his penis in, as if to envelop my teeth, and then if I licked it a little harder, my throat would touch the glans. The feeling was truly indescribable, a feeling of both security and pleasure. As I was fully playing with his glans, he couldn't help but moan:
"Ah! Ah! I… I can't take it anymore!"
Then, covered in sweat, he mustered all his strength and entered me.
Then, as I twisted my waist vigorously, I kissed him from his ear to his neck, breathing warm air to encourage him: "Go in further! Go in further!" Finally, he pushed with all his might... At that moment, all the sensations in my waist, whether pleasurable or tiring, vanished; gradually, I forgot everything.
His fingers
[His fingers were gentle, his technique superb, truly... Lately, just seeing his fingers makes my lower body involuntarily wet.]
My husband's caresses are always both gentle and passionate. That day, before I could urge him, he had already finished bathing, holding a newspaper, sitting on the bed waiting for me. During our
tender moments, he would always first caress my breasts with one hand, while the other hand moved downwards. Then, suddenly, he would caress the area near my pubic hair above my underwear with his palm; then he would slip his fingers between my thighs into my underwear. After pulling down my underwear in one go, he continued to move downwards, stroking my pubic hair with his palm; occasionally, he would grab my clitoris with his cold fingers. This sent waves of spasms through me.
He continued to stroke my pubic hair in circles. At that moment, I thought of his penis and almost went mad. ...A moment later, a sudden surge of shame made me instinctively try to close my legs. Seeing this, he simply pressed four fingers together, trying to pull them wider; so, the more I struggled, the more intense the friction from his caresses became. "Your breasts will get even wetter if they shrink any further!" he said, increasing the pressure of his hands. Soon, my legs were completely spread apart.
Then, he placed his middle finger on my clitoris and began to massage it in a focused manner. This localized stimulation was intense. As if an anesthetic was taking effect, I drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state.
While he was still quite calm, I was already close to orgasm. I was aware of my masochistic state, yet unable to control the pleasure spreading throughout my body.
In this dazed state, I don't know how long it lasted, when suddenly I regained consciousness and buried my face in his chest, urgently crying out, "Quick! Quick! Put it in!"
He probably couldn't hold back any longer and finally gave in, immediately thrusting in. Just moments before, my clitoris had almost receded; but with his thrust, the orgasm returned instantly, and I couldn't even muster the strength to move my abdomen. I could
only sway up and down in rhythm with his thrusts… My clitoris, after this series of stimulations, had entered a state of numbness, leaving only an intensely hot, full feeling inside my vagina. Although similar sexual encounters had happened countless times, the novelty each time always made me more and more greedy.
Occasionally, when I was on top, I would subconsciously press my clitoris forcefully against him. In that instant, a thought unexpectedly arose within me: "This life is enough!" [How
lovely
! How lovely my penis is!] It could both rub my clitoris and swagger in my mouth… My
first night was so unforgettable. Although we had been intimate before marriage, our inhibitions completely disappeared after we became husband and wife.
One day, he suddenly shoved his exposed penis into my mouth. I was utterly shocked, because this was something he had never done before. It was red, completely different from his skin. While I was still in shock, two or three drops of liquid dripped from the tip. Although it was only two or three drops, because my mouth is not big, it almost made it hard for me to breathe, let alone feel any pleasure. In desperation, I could only make "mmm" sounds.
It has been three and a half years since that happened. The difference is that now I am no longer afraid, but instead actively want to suck it. Sometimes when I am overcome with desire, I will take it into my mouth while he is asleep. Then, I will play with its base with my fingers. But as I played with it, it would suddenly swell up, with a powerful, almost overwhelming force.
Once it swelled, I manipulated it even more wantonly. First, I took it out of my mouth and held it in my hand, admiring it closely. I remembered when we were newlyweds, it seemed darker, looking as if it were staring at someone who had done something wrong. It appeared so stubborn, yet it couldn't hide its loneliness and desolation. So, I immediately stroked my neck with it, then buried it in my cleavage. I felt it thumping up and down in the middle, a strange itch ran through my chest, and my breathing became rapid. But the time wasn't right.
That firm yet gentle thing continued its descent, reaching my genitals; instantly, an indescribable pleasure arose. Its large shape was different from a finger, and it seemed as if it might slip into my flower garden. I endured it, continuing to let it touch my clitoris.
After two or three times, the hot clitoris made me feel increasingly itchy. He touched me lightly with his fingers, knowing I was already soaking wet, and immediately switched to the missionary position, thrusting into me directly. At first, there was a squeezing, painful sensation, but after another press, it went in tightly.
When we couldn't have sex on my period days, I would keep it in my mouth. Although occasionally I would lick it from the side like playing a flute, he seemed to prefer having it in my mouth.
[
I'm very familiar with his penis from head to toe… In short, my lovely little darling must not be allowed to go anywhere else.]
My husband seems particularly sensitive. Whenever I stroke his penis with my fingers while sucking with my tongue, he can't help but writhe and murmur,
"Don't do this! I… I can't take it!"
But he truly loves my finger and tongue caresses, and always makes sure to include them during our sex life. After much practice, my technique has become increasingly refined. In short, I can't stop thinking about his penis.
My technique involves using my whole body, such as my chin, wrists, thighs, fingers, and mouth. First, I lower my chin, bend my elbows, and then insert his penis, slowly stroking it. Gradually, it grows larger with each movement.
Next, I placed it between my legs, sharing my abundant nourishment; then I lifted it slightly, rubbing it against my pubic hair.
However, my husband still preferred the caressing with his fingers and tongue. He always taught me to gently hold and stroke it with my thumb, index, and middle fingers while licking it with my tongue. He especially liked me to gently lick the opening at the back. Often, at this point, he would involuntarily pant, "Ah ah..."
Hearing his voice, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, but in the end, I barely managed to restrain myself and continued playing with it. "Spare me!..." At the intense climax, he even begged me for mercy.
Afterwards, when I asked him, he always pretended to be confused, "Nonsense! Why would I say that?" trying to gloss over it with a single sentence. But I did hear that series of pleas.
Every time his testicles were being stroked, they looked very itchy and seemed embarrassed. Therefore, although I sincerely love that soft thing, I sometimes tease him.
After penetration, if I ejaculate first, I will touch his perineum with my fingers, and then he will start stroking my clitoris, bringing me to orgasm again.
Fireside Affair
[His fingers are so annoying! Just as I was muttering to myself, I was already completely naked in the bright light...]
Last Sunday afternoon, as I was sitting by the fire talking, my husband suddenly interrupted me: "Let's do it!" Coincidentally, at the very beginning of his suggestion, I also felt the same desire. Because the light was too bright, I casually drew the curtains. Unexpectedly, this action aroused his curiosity. "Let me see!
"
After saying that, he immediately instructed me to spread my legs towards the window. This was the first time in my life. However, ignoring my resistance, he forcibly pulled open that place that even I had never seen before.
After pulling it open, he stroked his pubic hair upwards while fiddling with the labia. "Wow! It's all wet!" he said, continuing his caresses along my labia majora and minora without pausing.
Then, after he had me stand up to look, he sat me on the sofa. Under his gentle touch, my pubic hair intertwined. Suddenly, my chest itched unbearably, as if I were about to faint.
Then, his fingers moved to my labia, desperately trying to part them to find my clitoris. Ah! I was completely exposed to him! The cold air seeped into my body; and he continued to stroke me between my spread thighs with the back of his hand.
Soon, he too began to look dazed. So I took the opportunity to slip my fingers into his genitals, caressing each other. Just then, the curtains suddenly swayed in the wind, and a ray of sunlight shone in, making my pubic hair dazzlingly bright... Looking at his fixed gaze, I couldn't help but shed tears; in no time, I was completely soaked.
So he pulled my legs toward the fireplace, scrutinizing me through the infrared light while muttering, "So beautiful..." I was almost suffocating. In bed, his heat caressed my clitoris, and finally, I came.
When I sat back down by the fireplace, it pressed against me again.
"Ah! I'm coming!" I cried out, and then I knew nothing more.
Enjoying the position
[Where else can you find something this wonderful? Lately, every position brings me to orgasm.]
It's been almost two years since we got married. But until now, we've never had sex in the same position twice. We often alternate between different times and positions.
Most of the time, my husband waits for me to get into bed, then roughly pulls back the covers, and we proceed according to our mood. Sometimes we go straight to sex without any touching; sometimes we fully enjoy the 69 position.
Therefore, the time it takes to reach orgasm varies.
Tonight, we used the 69 position. First, he unhooked my bra, caressed my breasts thoroughly, and then bit my nipple. In just a moment, I felt myself approaching orgasm. But he was still unsatisfied, repeatedly saying, "Not wet yet, not wet yet," while showering my abdomen and thighs with countless kisses.
Finally, his fingers touched that spot, and I reflexively took his penis into my mouth, almost wanting to swallow it whole and die. Ah! What a beautiful male symbol! After
just two or three thrusts, I reached orgasm. In that instant, my body felt as if it had been lifted into the air and then suddenly landed in a vibrant garden. Nectar covered my entire body, rendering me powerless and unable to move. In a daze, I felt as if saliva was flowing freely.
Meanwhile, he still hadn't come. The thrusting continued, sweat streaming down our chests, making it impossible to tell whose was whose. I was exhausted and could no longer move my hips; all I wanted was to be free. But he thrust even harder, which rekindled the pleasure that was about to fade. Each thrust seemed to add a burst of energy to the afterglow of my orgasm.
Sometimes, without caresses, we both had enough energy for vigorous movement, so we could reach orgasm earlier.
Which one do you think is better? ...Actually, I like both. Since I usually reach orgasm first, I haven't really tried to distinguish which is better.

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