Skin Hunger: A Day of Delight

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. He’d said it, the simple, unadulterated command: “Fuck me all day.” And I, a woman nearing fifty, a woman who’d long ago abandoned the pursuit of fleeting pleasure, found myself utterly, irrevocably drawn into his dark, insistent desire. The initial shock had quickly dissolved into a thrilling, dangerous anticipation.

Rez, a man carved from shadows and sin, moved with a predatory grace. He pulled the waterproof throw from our shared ‘toy chest,’ tossing one end to me, a silent invitation to a world of unrestrained abandon. As I crawled across the fuzzy surface, my legs stretching out to their impossible limit, a mischievous glint sparked in my eyes. It was a deliberate provocation, a playful challenge that seemed to fuel his own simmering heat.

“How long do you usually spend between my legs when you give me oral?” I asked, a small, knowing smile playing on my lips. There was a perverse pleasure in teasing him, in knowing exactly what he craved and daring him to fulfill it.

“I don’t know,” he paused, his gaze locking onto my clit with unsettling intensity. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” I replied, leaning back against the pillows, my legs spread wide. “Just curious.” A wink accompanied the words, a blatant signal of my intent. I reveled in the anticipation, the electric charge that crackled between us, the unspoken understanding of the exquisite torture to come.

As he descended upon me, plunging into the depths of my pussy, the pleasure hit me with a force that stole my breath. It wasn’t the gradual build-up, the slow escalation of clitoral stimulation, that characterized my orgasms. These were different, visceral, immediate. A sudden, overwhelming torrent of sensation that left me gasping for air. His entry was abrupt, primal, a raw and untamed force. It wasn’t gentle or tender; it was pure, unadulterated lust.

His licking, his sucking, were relentless, demanding. My moans intensified, spiraling into a desperate plea for release. It wasn’t long before the pleasure peaked, a crescendo of sensation that left me writhing on the bed, completely lost in the moment. As he pulled away, taking a brief, almost hesitant kiss, I realized he had other plans in mind. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

My arms encircled his shoulders, my legs hooking over his hips as I surrendered to his dominance. The feeling, the exquisite ache, was overwhelming. I shuddered, lost in the depths of my own desire, a woman finally embracing the primal urges she had long suppressed. The rain continued its relentless assault on the windows, a soundtrack to our shared pleasure.

The first spasm came as a wave of heat, a searing sensation that rippled through my body. It wasn’t the familiar, gradual build-up of a clitoral orgasm. This was different, immediate, explosive. It felt like a dam had broken, releasing a torrent of pent-up desire. As I moved my hips, grinding against him, trying to recapture the lost momentum, Rez chuckled, a low, guttural sound of pure satisfaction. He kissed me roughly, then flipped me over on my stomach, nudging my legs further apart.

“No, like this,” I said, pulling my legs back together and lifting my bottom into the air. It was a deliberate act of submission, a calculated move designed to heighten the pleasure. He took the bait, straddling my upper thighs and sliding his cock through the extended tunnel of my slick buttocks, descending once again into my slit. The pleasure began anew, even more intense than before. His member angled down, perfectly positioned to rake across my ‘female prostate’. Ooh, the ache began to build again. The pressure intensified, and I realized I was about to lose control. It was inevitable, a delicious surrender to the overwhelming desire.

Within moments, as predicted, I was spasming and washing him with liquid love. It ran down my thighs and ass, drenching the blanket beneath us. The rain continued its relentless drumming, a constant reminder of the world outside, a world that suddenly seemed insignificant compared to the intensity of our shared experience.

He stilled for a minute, allowing me to revel in the relaxed feeling that followed. He understood my preferences, my particular brand of pleasure. He knew exactly how to push my boundaries, to explore the darkest recesses of my desires. They are an odd sort of orgasm, these internal ones. I never had one until I turned 49. (It was the night we celebrated our anniversary last year.) The level of intensity is lower, and I always want more immediately, unlike with the ones I reach through clitoral stimulation. A clit orgasm is a lot of work for me; they take a long time and concentrated effort. And sometimes they just won’t come at all, no matter how hard I try. These ‘squirts’ are effortless. In fact, I can’t prevent them. I’ve tried when my blanket wasn’t handy. I know people say it’s the same organ, just stimulated from different sides, but there is a real difference for me.

Soon I was moving my hips and grinding against him, trying to get him going again. Rez chuckled and kissed me roughly, then flipped me over on my tummy. He nudged my legs further apart with his knee, but I stopped him. “No, like this,” I said. I pulled my legs back together and lifted my bottom into the air a bit. He took the bait, straddling my upper thighs and sliding his cock through the extended tunnel of my now slick buttocks and into my slit. The pleasure began anew. His member now angled down just the right degree for the head to rake across my ‘female prostate’. Ooh, the ache began to build again. I had to squirt. And here it came! “Yes! I love that stuff!”

Suddenly I was on my back again. Rez yanked my legs apart and dropped between them, licking and sucking at my pussy. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows raised as he savored the smell, the taste, the feel of me. When he was satisfied for the moment, he stood and moved toward the door. “I’ll only be a few minutes,” he said as he shoved an arm into the sleeve of his robe. “I want to check on the kids and then pee.”

I reached for my clit and started moving the tip of it in a slow circle. “Don’t be long?” I pleaded. Rez groaned, then raised an eyebrow at me. “You just keep that up until I get back,” he instructed me. I decided to do him one better. As soon as he was out the door, I hopped up and rummaged in the toybox for our posable 8-inch dildo and my favorite pink bulb wand vibrator. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I wanted a few tools at his disposal. When Rez returned, I was back on the bed, masturbating. I’d shifted more toward the edge to get out of the wet spot, which had chilled considerably while I was busy. This position worked out to my advantage since it put me well within his reach. As my head lolled back on the pillow I’d propped up on, Rez drew close and planted a kiss on my mouth. He teased my tongue into his mouth and sucked up and down on it. At the same time, he pinched it hard. Ughn! I crunched with a sexual spasm. That man knows how to work me up. “Have you been using these?” He nodded at the accouterments at my feet. “No. I saved them for you.” “I see.” He rose up and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. Then he reached for the dildo and opened the coconut oil, slathering it on. His palm pressed against my inner thigh to warn me of his approach. I lifted my hips to welcome the dragon into my cavern. (Hee, hee. That’s so corny!) It slid in with only the slightest resistance. My carnal groan as it entered excited me as much as it did him. “Rub it, baby,” he had to remind me. He wanted me to cum the hard way. Well, with his help, then… As my head lolled back on the pillow I’d propped up on, Rez drew close and planted a kiss on my mouth. He teased my tongue into his mouth and sucked up and down on it. At the same time, he pinched it hard. Ughn! I crunched with a sexual spasm. That man knows how to work me up. “Have you been using these?” He nodded at the accouterments at my feet. “No. I saved them for you.” “I see.” He rose up and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. Then he reached for the dildo and opened the coconut oil, slathering it on. His palm pressed against my inner thigh to warn me of his approach. He took the hand I was using to hold my labia apart and moved it down to the base of our plaything. “Here, hold this,” he said, using his hand to make mine reinsert it. Then he let go and took the vibrator from the bed, prepping it with the oil as he had with the first toy. He turned it on and revved it from its lowest to its highest setting. “Are you ready for this?” As my head lolled back on the pillow I’d propped up on, Rez drew close and planted a kiss on my mouth. He teased my tongue into his mouth and sucked up and down on it. At the same time, he pinched it hard. Ughn! I crunched with a sexual spasm. That man knows how to work me up. “Have you been using these?” He nodded at the accouterments at my feet. “No. I saved them for you.” “I see.” He rose up and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes. Then he reached for the dildo and opened the coconut oil, slathering it on. His palm pressed against my inner thigh to warn me of his approach. He took the hand I was using to hold my labia apart and moved it down to the base of our plaything. “Here, hold this,” he said, using his hand to make mine reinsert it. Then he let go and took the vibrator from the bed, prepping it with the oil as he had with the first toy. He turned it on and revved it from its lowest to its highest setting. “Are you ready for this?” The pleasure began anew, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless. As the rain continued to fall, washing over the city, I knew that this was more than just a night of lust. It was a release, a surrender, a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. A woman who had spent years denying her desires, now embracing them with wild abandon. The rain continued its relentless drumming, a soundtrack to our shared pleasure, and I knew, with absolute certainty, that this was just the beginning.

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