Pushing Further
I love when Morgan uses the Big Red Dildo! It's long and thick ( I have no idea how long and thick cause I suck with measurements - but it's huge!) and the head is nice and big. He lubes up Big Red so well, that it's as if I'm literally lying there waiting for it... Finally he starts pushing the head into me - it hurts somewhat. He pushes it further and as I feel it slide in all of a sudden it's a euphoric feeling, my back arches and thrusts my chest out, I moan in pleasure, my nipples harden, and I pull at my arms which are bound to the headboard. I think I could become addicted to that point of pleasure; it's unlike anything I've felt.
Big Red slowly pushes in and out of me; I feel every inch of it inside me, sliding deep inside me. My hips start to buck against it. In my head I'm crying out - harder, faster, harder PLEASE. When my body begins to fuck it, that's when Morgan starts to push it in and out faster. He fucks my pussy hard with it.
Thoughts going through my head -
That’s it, yes, use me, use my pussy - hurt my pussy.
I want him to continue, for a long time, I want him to exhaust my cunt; I want it sore and hurting the next day. I want to tell him to keep going, don't stop, after I cum still please don't stop after that. I don't care if I'm begging you to stop after I orgasm, I don't care if Ms. Kitty is extra sensitive at that moment and Big Red is just too much for her - Fuck me, Hurt Me, Use Me - because I love it.
When Morgan attempts to fist me - it's almost the same feelings but without that euphoric feeling. He just keeps pushing and pushing - more and more of his hand into me. And it hurts - I can feel his knuckles up against my pussy's entrance trying to push their way into my soft, hot, moist cunt. He goes slow but continues to push into me, I push back onto his hand, I want to feel it in me, I want to feel that hurt that delicious pain of him piercing my pussy.
Last night he relentlessly fucked my cunt with Big Red, he told me if I was good and quiet (because of the upstairs neighbors and their young kid - meanwhile its sooooo hard for me to be quiet) he would fuck me hard... I said ok. Finally Morgan went to town, he fucked my pussy so hard and fast with it, I came good and hard for him - mmm I think I'm getting wet right now just thinking of it! But alas, as per what I just wrote above... he eventually stops and to be honest I'm not sore at all.
Side note: I told Morgan that I was posting about Big Red and his fist. He really wants to read this - but I'm not sure if I should let him. He'd then read these thoughts that go through my mind... the thoughts that I'm too scared to say to him in the first place...hmm what to do...
Also last night he finally and fully fisted me - in a new position.
I'm usually on my back, last night I was lying on my stomach with my ass slightly lifted up for him. He started by fingering me... nice and slow, building it up- inserting 2, then 3, then 4 fingers. I'm moaning as he drives his hand in further, it's not hurting as much as usual, and all I want is more, my pussy is hungry for more. Then all of sudden he pushes harder and I feel his knuckles quickly thrust into me. Holy-A it hurt like hell, and kinda scared the hell out of me. I cried out "Stop, no more". Immediately he didn't move his hand another inch, Morgan's good when it comes to this stuff and communicating - he asks me if I want him to leave it there a minute or not. It hurts sooo badly I can't take it - "Out out out" I breathlessly whisper. I'm whimpering as he very, very, very, slowly draws his hand out of me. He moves his body down lower, I feel his warm chest against my legs and he's kissing the small of my back as he further pulls his hand out. I love how he's considerate like that and does whatever else he can to take my mind off of the real pain I'm feeling - so sweet.
Afterwards we lie quietly next to each other and talk about it, he can't stop telling me how "fucking hot that was", and I agree.
Big Red slowly pushes in and out of me; I feel every inch of it inside me, sliding deep inside me. My hips start to buck against it. In my head I'm crying out - harder, faster, harder PLEASE. When my body begins to fuck it, that's when Morgan starts to push it in and out faster. He fucks my pussy hard with it.
Thoughts going through my head -
That’s it, yes, use me, use my pussy - hurt my pussy.
I want him to continue, for a long time, I want him to exhaust my cunt; I want it sore and hurting the next day. I want to tell him to keep going, don't stop, after I cum still please don't stop after that. I don't care if I'm begging you to stop after I orgasm, I don't care if Ms. Kitty is extra sensitive at that moment and Big Red is just too much for her - Fuck me, Hurt Me, Use Me - because I love it.
When Morgan attempts to fist me - it's almost the same feelings but without that euphoric feeling. He just keeps pushing and pushing - more and more of his hand into me. And it hurts - I can feel his knuckles up against my pussy's entrance trying to push their way into my soft, hot, moist cunt. He goes slow but continues to push into me, I push back onto his hand, I want to feel it in me, I want to feel that hurt that delicious pain of him piercing my pussy.
Last night he relentlessly fucked my cunt with Big Red, he told me if I was good and quiet (because of the upstairs neighbors and their young kid - meanwhile its sooooo hard for me to be quiet) he would fuck me hard... I said ok. Finally Morgan went to town, he fucked my pussy so hard and fast with it, I came good and hard for him - mmm I think I'm getting wet right now just thinking of it! But alas, as per what I just wrote above... he eventually stops and to be honest I'm not sore at all.
Side note: I told Morgan that I was posting about Big Red and his fist. He really wants to read this - but I'm not sure if I should let him. He'd then read these thoughts that go through my mind... the thoughts that I'm too scared to say to him in the first place...hmm what to do...
Also last night he finally and fully fisted me - in a new position.
I'm usually on my back, last night I was lying on my stomach with my ass slightly lifted up for him. He started by fingering me... nice and slow, building it up- inserting 2, then 3, then 4 fingers. I'm moaning as he drives his hand in further, it's not hurting as much as usual, and all I want is more, my pussy is hungry for more. Then all of sudden he pushes harder and I feel his knuckles quickly thrust into me. Holy-A it hurt like hell, and kinda scared the hell out of me. I cried out "Stop, no more". Immediately he didn't move his hand another inch, Morgan's good when it comes to this stuff and communicating - he asks me if I want him to leave it there a minute or not. It hurts sooo badly I can't take it - "Out out out" I breathlessly whisper. I'm whimpering as he very, very, very, slowly draws his hand out of me. He moves his body down lower, I feel his warm chest against my legs and he's kissing the small of my back as he further pulls his hand out. I love how he's considerate like that and does whatever else he can to take my mind off of the real pain I'm feeling - so sweet.
Afterwards we lie quietly next to each other and talk about it, he can't stop telling me how "fucking hot that was", and I agree.
posted by Joey at 4:48 PM
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6 Comments:
Nice Quanzer!
No don't let him read it!!! Let him read a print-out but not the entire blog...Its like the point of no return.
Cathy - breathe... in and out.. in and out... lol your cute!!
Of coarse he's not allowed to read my blog! Ahhh noooo!
I would most definitely print it out... but I'm still undecided.
You know, I can now say that I love it when Morgan uses the big ed dildo, too. 'Cause I got to read this hot little number. Thanks.
Such a steamy and evocative piece. And for me it has a timely twist in that a couple of nights ago, my lover was able to pentrate my panting pussy further and deeper than ever before. The sensations licked into the low place in my tummy, stirring a rapacious need. I've never been fisted, acknowledging it's one of those experiences I simultaneously want and fear.
Your words describing the moment when Morgan's hand actually penetrated you, made me take a sharp intake of breath. I think it's wonderful when someone writes so intimately that you live the experience with them. He sounds like a beautiful man.
With regards to him reading your post, I would say not, unless and until you want him to. You could perhaps print and then read this post to him during one of those close times, that would allow you expression and him insight into your feelings. Or you could write him a letter. I used to write regularly to my lover to describe feelings I simply couldn't or wouldn't articulate in our times together.
crikey. we don't have a mega-dildo in our repertoire. but a few more entries like that....[gander]
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