My Lover's Psychic Cock

My lover may not have crystal balls, but I swear his cock is psychic. The way he fucks my pussy and somehow always knows exactly what spot to work over harder is beyond all rational explanation. 

Epic. 

When I lay there exhausted, staring at the ceiling with an idiotic grin on my face after he’s fucked me stupid, this is the only word that comes to mind to describe my experience. (The same goes for his phenomenal pussy eating, but I’ll leave that for another post.)   

 

Tempted as I am to write a kinky blason in which I describe my lover’s erotic attributes in rhyming couplets, beginning with his beguiling brown eyes, sensual lips, all the way down to his toes (yeah, he can even get me off with his big toe), this post tells the story of how I came into my own, sexually speaking. If he does figure prominently herein, however, it’s with good reason: Behind every great woman there is a great man, giving it to her the way she likes it.

I have always been lascivious by nature. When I became sexually active in my late teens, I stayed in a long-term relationship just to have daily access to sex and not come off looking like a slut. The halcyon days of youth…. I was on the pill back then, having multiple orgasms was easy, and getting my pussy fucked every which way was enough to satisfy me. I have fond memories of sex marathons in suburban hotel rooms, where we’d pack a lunch and devour each other for hours, until my pussy was so sore I couldn’t even get a finger in (this was before I discovered lube, and to this day I only use it for anal sex. I’m one of those gals who can actually get too wet).

Trouble loomed on my horizon in my early twenties in the form of a sexually dysfunctional but otherwise fulfilling relationship that lasted over six years. After a brief honeymoon phase, our sex life rapidly deteriorated. Sporadic sex nevertheless failed to dampen my desire for it. I’m loyal to a fault, so instead of looking for satisfaction elsewhere I exhausted my body and distracted my mind. 

I participated in competitive sports and worked out at a gym at least three times a week. I also sublimated my sex drive into other, culturally productive activities such as reading intellectually challenging texts and writing equally cerebral analyses of the former. While rewarding in their own right, my obsessions with physical exercise and mindfucks quickly became defense mechanisms aimed at silencing my body’s instinctive urges.

 Now, in my dirty thirties, after a period of exploration that included a string of casual encounters, I’m undergoing a renaissance of sorts – facilitated by a caring, experienced, and deliciously perverse lover whose refined sensibility corresponds with my epicurean proclivities. Together we indulge in our shared lust for porn, orgies, anal sex, facials, double penetration, and the like. 

 I’ve become a shameless exhibitionist as a result of our strong intimacy, of the complicity that has blossomed between us. I finger myself to orgasm while he watches, we fuck in front of mirrors so we can both see his cock slide into me, and we even get it on in public... (like the time he pounded me hard while a group of men wanked off on the other side of a two-way glass at Montreal's sex club Le Sauna 3333).

 With him at my side I feel as though I have learned to walk magically over hot coals. Once thorny and tinged with regret, love has metamorphosed into the joyous state of mind described by Anaïs Nin in Delta of Venus. A fire that does not burn.

Let that be a lesson to you. If sex is as important to you as it is to me, don’t settle for anything less than what you need. Staying in a relationship that is sexually dissatisfying can negatively impact your self-image and your body’s erotic response mechanism. Case in point: Repression turned me, a once multi-orgasmic woman, into one bordering on frigid. It took the patience and skill of my current lover to restore me to my natural state. 

Ladies, I urge you to find your own sex god – an open-minded, compassionate, and experienced man in whose company you can explore your sexuality. The kind of fulfillment you stand to experience will change your life in extraordinary, unprecedented ways.

Postscript: This post is dedicated to my brown-eyed handsome man. 

Note: A version of this post first appeared on Peeperz.