Release
Women have always been fascinating to me. Years of medical
studies had aroused the need for a special knowledge of
the sexual physiology that was woman. Relational failures
had caused me to seek that which would make any woman satisfied
since I had obviously been unable to satisfy my spouse with
mere love, devotion and affection. Many years of personal
investigation of the medical literature regarding a womans
response to different stimuli had culminated into a body
of knowledge that I was reserving for that person that would
be my total completion. That person who would love me for
who and what I am, emotional and physical shortcomings
included. And now, at this time, God blessed me with this
lovely, vision of a person. She would reap my undying devotion,
love, all my thoughts and would receive the rewards of my
scholarship. I had an overwhelming desire to satisfy this
beautiful woman like she had never been satisfied before.
But lets go back some.
A naive hello led to sweet conversations at the local
bookstore. With a latt in a reinforced cup being gently
manipulated between her fingers - she had felt the need
to gradually express her past victories, losses and disappointments
from years gone by. Soon, our Sunday afternoon chance
meetings turned into a ritual of sorts. I would always clear
my schedule, and she would hers, so that those afternoons
would always be free for book browsing. Now it had come
to a point where we would go to our favorite table, order
the others favorite beverage and just wait for them to
arrive. Neither was ever disappointed by the absence of
the other.
It began with simple talk about job, family, education,
politics and then more complex personal issues. We quickly
had grown close as friends and were beginning to trust each
other with the vulnerability of our failures, fears and
emotional collapses that had accrued over the years. We
were not dwelling on them just merely noting them so that
future exploits would not be a repetition of those unhappy
times.
Slowly, cautiously - she eventually began to unravel her
sexual maelstroms. She had never been pleased by her former
husband, though he would demand intercourse usually twice
daily and especially after she had gone somewhere without
him. Her reasoning for this bis in die sexual maltreatment
by him was so that he could check up to see if she had known
another man even during her briefest of absences. With
time, she began to ignore the degradation of these check-ups,
focusing her energies on her two young sons. Getting them
raised, she began to explore business ventures that would
help satisfy the void where self-esteem was suppose to
reside.
After that union fractured by his infidelities (while
claiming she was always the infidel) and, unbeknownst
to her, his illegal activities, she had taken a lover. She
found no satisfaction there either - just rudimentary
lust that was only a little more that what she had had in her
marriage. The deep yearning for that completing person
the one that brings unabashed, steadfast pleasure of
knowing all is well with just a simple glance had escaped
her and I. She had grown to the point where she had given up
on knowing complete emotional bonding and the ecstasy
of complete sexual release. That total release -- always
discussed in womens magazines as if it was the realized
norm for all women, when in actuality few women had experienced
it in their lifetime had escaped her attempts at discovery.
Little did she know, it was now her time.
Spending several weeks with dinner conversations, theater-going,
walks on beautifully moonlit beaches and caressing touches
that told each other we were beginning to desire the yielding
of our innermost parts, we planned a special long weekend
together. Our initial memory-making visit would be to
view the grandeur of the Great Smoky Mountains with privacy,
trail walks and the occasional foray into the crowds of
mountain visitors. After arriving by plane, our rented
Navigator took us to the mountain cabin that would be ours
for the next four days. Beautiful vistas from the decks
would be the source of wistful nightsongs lulling us to
sleep in the later hours. Hot tubs for relaxation, fireplaces
for chill-chasing and cooled wine for destruction of personally
built walls were all part of this wonderful venue. Expectations
were mounting but with an inner knowledge that nothing
would make these moments a disappointment.
The king size bed with beautiful country quilts and pillows
was so inviting. Items for entertainment were abounding.
The excellent thickly slated pool table was immaculate.
Comfort measures were countless all to make this weekend
the first of many wonderful memories shared with that other
person that was holding our peaceful future gently in their
hands.
Having spent the first day seeking those special purchases
that we would want to remind us of this time for years to come,
we returned to the cabin. We lustfully indulged in a slow
shower that seemed to clean not just our external bodies
but also our inner beings of all painful things past. Forcefully
restricting myself not to culminate the intention of my
now horizontal penis, I told her that I didnt want our first
unity to be this way. Gently guiding her, we landed on that
sumptuous bed. As she looked with near-tearful but wanting
eyes she knew inside that this was going to be like no experience
- or even a softly dreamed fantasy that she had ever had
before. The expectation was slowly going through her entire
body.
As we kissed softly then deeply, I lowered my mouth down
her front, kissing and caressing her firmed nipples, glowingly
soft skin, her navel and then over her pubic mound. Her soft,
beautiful essence began to slightly make itself available
to my lips as I gently caused a small vacuum around her clitoris.
That taste of her newly formed liquid in my mouth was as sweet
as the first drops of the finest wine that had just burst
forth in the Tennessee vineyards below. As the movements
of my tongue began to explore around her enlarging clitoris,
her torso began to just slightly rise and fall. She was beginning
a journey that, in due time, she would never want to stop.
At the very least she would want to visit this place again
and again.
Her sweet dew was expressing itself more and more now. Slowing
her mind for just a moment, she realized that she had never
been this wet before. This overwhelming desire to be taken
and to have herself released was foreign to her. The unshackling
of her mind, body and her luscious organs was beginning
to take place. She returned to her desire for total exploitation
of her inner parts. The essential oils of love-making were
flowing wildly now like never before. She loved that new
found feeling she was having.
The soft manipulation of her clitoris was beginning to
make her writhe with the first level of small explosions.
Her pubic muscles were pulsating expectantly as I gently
coaxed her with my tongue to release more and more of what
she had kept inside for years. She responded with an exploxive
clitoral orgasm that thrusted her pelvis repetitively
onto my lips begging for a deeper sucking of her inner recesses.
The gentle blowing on her clitoris caused a rippling of
pleasure into her vagina a tingling -- and she wanted more.
Allowing my lips to climb to her face covered with her luscious
fluids -- she wanted me to plunge my penis into her previously
shaking and throbbing vagina. She wanted to pleasure me
by extracting the release of my juices into her. Thrusting
into her mouth with my tongue and into her vagina with my
cock pounding on the opening to her womb like a delivery
boy with a package she met ecstasy again, almost simultaneously,
as all of my fluids were explosively injected into her.
I softly whispered to her, You havent gone to the summit
yet. Ill take you even higher.
Slowly sliding my fulfilled penis out as it was gently relieving
small remnants of liquid along her beautiful vaginal walls,
inner and outer lips and her now calmed inner thighs, I gently
wiped my excess from her beautifully reddened mount. Lightly
kissing her neatly trimmed pubis and licking her crease
between her thigh and lower abdomen caused flinches of
excitation. I gently slid my index finger into her searching
the front wall just above her relaxing vagina. Knowing
what I was looking for, slowly I palpated with a swiping
motion. She quivered. I had found it. I had discovered that
wonderful, slightly tactilely different patch of feminine
tissue that would become the gateway to her new experiences
in pleasure. She immediately hesitated and reached for
my hand. Its OK, its OK. Just relax and let me take you
to the mountaintop. Let your fluids go like you did before.
But it feels different, she said. I know. Its not what
you think. Relax and let it go and you will be taken to heights
youve never felt before.
She lay back, taking a deep breath and letting her pelvic
muscles fall back onto the wet sheets. Holding that special
place firmly with my finger for just a moment -- till she
had completely relaxed -- I ever so slowly and lightly began
motioning my digit back and forth across this oasis of pleasure.
Her immediate response was that of tremendous emotional
and physical contentment. Each guttural groan was accompanied
by her deep exhalation and pubic thrust. Urgently she exploded
deep within her being, releasing pent up pleasures that
she had never felt before on this grand of a scale. Smiling,
I knew that the best part of her newly found bliss wasnt
over yet. Again and again, sometimes just seconds apart,
she reached that glowing pinnacle with explosion after
explosion.
Total exhaustion ensued. Holding her in my arms for the
next hours, listening to the sweet songs of peace and contentment
played by a myriad of Gods creations, was the true release
for which we had both searched. The thought of taking her
back to this mountaintop as often as she wanted brought
a repeat strengthening, not just between my thighs, but
in my inner being as a man. Not only had we been completely
satisfied, she and I had been completed.
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