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Erotic Recovery

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: hn Posted on: 24 Mar 2012 0 comments
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While my girlfriend regained her confidence and trust after a painful relationship, we enjoyed long, erotic, masturbating nights.
I had a girlfriend who...it's a long story, but she spent over a year alone, not dating, and masturbating three or four times a day while she was getting over an abusive relationship. For the first months we were together, we didn't have sex but a few times, it was still traumatic for her. But.....fingering was another story. She LOVED to finger her pussy, it was all HER's, she wasn't a victim, and her overabundant erotic energy flowed like honey.

Every night I would lay next to her in bed and at first all I did was cover her hand while she masturbated, feeling her intensity, the wetness of her pussy rising like steam, my ear on her breast feeling the moans rising out of her as her fingers made love to her.

I loved her. I had had a crush on her for five years before this all happened, and some friends finally set us up for a date. She was short and slightly chubby and her breasts rose out of her chest like gentle hills. Her nipples were extremely large and a thick bush of red hair filled the space between her legs.

After a while, she let me finger her too, sometimes, and I learned to ride her waves of sex bliss as small orgasms flowed through her gently like waves on the ocean until she was gripped by hard, intense violent shaking, and obscenities flew from her angelic lips.

After she would cum for the fifth, sixth, eighth time, and lay exhausted about to fall into sleep, I would be next to her, my cock hard against the flesh of her thigh which was already wet with stickiness leaking from over excitement, I would hold her tight and rub against her thigh, sliding my balls hard along her leg, kissing, sucking her breast until, I felt her arm wrap around me, and hold me close as I shuddered pumping my nectar into the warmth between our flesh. Happy as a little elf, I would fall asleep gazing at her breasts.