Fucking like animals

I thought of soft pubic hair the other day — soft like cashmere. I remember encouraging her to grow her bush because it was so soft, and I liked to run my fingers through it.

Black pubs against alabaster skin. I would run my fingers through her bush as I circled her clit and slipped fingers inside; she was warm and wet. She would moan slightly as I pulled on her curls.

Sometimes she would ask me to pull out just before I came and giggled with delight as I came all over her bush. She would encourage me to mix my cum with her juices and condition her pubs — her black pubs glistened. She would ask to taste our juices and her eyes sparkled when she found a pubic hair. She would inspect it intently before she discarded it to the sheets.  

I was encouraged to grow my pubs because it was only fair — she liked the idea of sucking on hairy balls. My bush was course and was a proxy for our differences. I would watch as she dived deep into my bush and sucked my cock and caressed my balls with her tongue. Sometimes she refused to fuck me, and would jerk me off so she could rub my cum into my hairy balls.

We liked the feel of fucking with hair, and it wasn’t long until we agreed not to shave for a year.

And for a year, we fucked like animals.

Back of her throat

If I am patient and let her relax and I don’t rush, my cock will feel the back of her throat. She lets me fuck her mouth deeply.

She doesn’t gag and enjoys the thrusting as she plays with her cunt. When I’m in her mouth I always make her very wet and she says I always get bigger. I want to pound into her mouth, but I don’t. I wait for her cunt to do that.

Inevitably my cock leaves her mouth hard and slick with her spit. She asks me to fuck her and is silent as I enter her. She is very wet.

Her eyes are wide and stare at nothing.

I fuck her hard and eventually position her at the edge of the bed. I enter her again and fuck her until she cums quietly. She asks to taste my cock and I feel the back of her throat again. I mouth fuck her until she makes herself cum.

When I am about to cum, I pull out and spirt strands of white all over her heaving breasts.

She sighs and moves her hand to rub my cum into her breasts.

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Museum Erotica

I remember being asked what I was doing with my free day before I had to fly out; mentioned I was going to spend some time at the Museum Erotica. I don’t remember how I found out Copenhagen had a sex museum and the memories of the visit have faded with time. I do remember it was late fall because Tivoli Gardens was closed; I saw it briefly from the taxi on my way to the museum and remember saying to myself I must come back in the summer. 

The museum itself was on Copenhagen’s main shopping street and easy to find because of the bold sign over the archway announcing its presence — Museum Erotica. As you enter, you are greeted by a large gold cock standing at attention, which like everything in the museum, had some sort of historical significance. The museum was curated and set up as a historical journey of human sexuality from past to present — historical images and artifacts on human sexuality through the ages. I spend a few hours wandering the halls, admiring the art, questioning the barbarism behind chastity belts and enjoying the explosion of pornography with the invention of photography. But unlike the Picasso Erotique exhibit I would see later that year, there was no sexual excitement from the experience. I left with an academic perspective on mankind’s sexual journey and a very nice poster featuring a circa 1854 photograph of a naked woman on a chaise lounge looking over her shoulder. By the time the taxi dropped me off at the hotel it was dark, and with my poster in hand, I went directly to the hotel restaurant for a light meal before I packed for an early flight the next day. The restaurant was empty and as I ate my thoughts turned to what I needed to get done before I went to bed. The wake-up call and the obligatory back-up alarm would come soon enough. I love Denmark but it was time to go home.

As I drifted, the distinct sound of a woman moaning came from the next room and I found myself awake and staining to hear — the rhythmic sound of a bed and the moans of pleasure were soft but distinct. I listened to the sound of her pleasure and its interruption by muffled conversation and soft laughter. Before any disappointment could set in, they would return to the sounds of pleasure. I could not help but think of you. 

I watch your cunt slide over the shaft my cock as your lips spread leaving the mark of your excitement; a gentle moan escapes and fills the room. You shift and with your hand, take my cock deep inside, leaning into me as you grind your cunt hard into my pubis. You look at me, smile and lose yourself in the rhythm and fill the room with the sound of your growing pleasure. You hold my cock tightly, shaping it with your contractions as we both build — sound fills the room. You shift to ride the cock you have shaped, and with your hands pressed into my chest, you throw your head back. I watch your pleasure and listen to the sounds fill the room. 

The rhythmic moans end with a final shriek of pleasure and the room is silent. You kiss me one last time as muffled sounds from the other room creep into the silence.

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