Stolen hours....a summer getaway

This is recent, and was written the very evening I returned from the trip....anything I put up on the Surfer may not ever be in any particular order though, just so you know. I have a lot of writing about him. A lot.

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10 days we waited. 10 of the longest days of my life. The longing was absolutely unbearable some days...a true test of our patience. As you know, life gets in the way sometimes, and time is a challenge.

But we find a day....a day where we can escape overnight. A ray of hope in a sea of crap. We both have a lot going on in our lives...shit on a level so complicated that it can give you an instant headache. In fact, the night before would deliver news that upset both of us. But, being the optimists that we are, we turn it into more reason to live it up while away.

We're in a remote location...where anything can be done and no one is near to hear us. No one to hear my screams or his...no one to know I was tied to the bed...shuddering in orgasm after orgasm late at night. No one to hear music blaring...bed slamming into the wall, and me pleading with him to fuck me harder. No one to see me on my knees in the kitchen with his cock in my mouth to the base, pussy dripping for him while he nearly collapses...again from a powerful orgasm...his thick cock pulsating cum down the back of my throat.

Total and complete privacy. In and out like ghosts....

I could write 12 posts on this 24 hours of bliss, it was that much sex. His refractory period is not that of a man our age. It is one of a 20-something, but blended with the wisdom of a Gen X male who has the maturity to handle it. I don't know how many times he came or I came, or how many times he was inside of me...or the number of times I sucked him dry, or he licked me of all cum from my aching pussy after making me shudder - again, and again, and again.

It all melds together in one long, fantastic trail in my head....I came back with every molecule in my body sore. I can barely walk, let alone think about sex right this minute. My nipples are raw, my lips sore (both above and below), my body aching...and I am marked.

No matter how much we tried to rest, we couldn't. Brief times of retreat only to eat, grab a cocktail, watch the sunset....it is remarkable. He can kiss me, and I am flooded with wetness for him again and again. The smell of him....triggers my body into heat and I want him inside of me. I am insatiable when around him...I can talk to him and he is hard as a rock. I can touch his chest and send shudders through him that nearly knock him over at times (and he is not a small man, in the least - quite the opposite). We have that effect on each other. I can't say that I understand it...I don't actually want to. More than a few days together, and I think it is entirely possible that we could fuck each other to death. *Snickers*

But I would be lying if I said this was just about sex. It isn't. Not by a long shot. We have so much fun together. We laugh...sometimes like two Hyenas, because we are both totally fucked up and twisted. We can talk religion or politics or about any old fucking thing for hours. We lay in bed in between sex sessions of nearly killing each other and simply stare into each other's eyes. IS that normal? No, not in my world or in his. Not with any previous affair, and certainly not with our spouses. But we don't force this into analysis. Nor do we push for more than we have. We know better.

We were driving home today and he said "I seriously have no cum left. I could not cum again if I tried. But I would try, you know."

Yes, he would...that I know for certain.


Cheers,


CW