A Happy Return

So I was so busy in China that I only managed to play around with myself twice. Ninja seemed surprised! I just didn't have the energy and I am not used to doing it in such shared space - though as it were, my second fling happened in the middle of the night, almost motionlessly, the result of some pretty hot thoughts. It was an experiment.

Anyway, Hong Kong and Beijing have hereby been Christianed.

I came home happily to Ninja and have been staying with him every night since. And we have been having some of the. best. sex. ever. No seriously, even masturbating about it has been better than usual, haha!

I've been all jet-lagged and messed up with my sleeping schedule, so I've been sleeping later than usual. It was late morning and I got woken up by him rolling over on top of me, kissing me. He kissed my chest, and I felt his hard-on against my inner thigh, and I opened my eyes to see him looking up at me. My favourite. Melted! Feeling his smooth cock press into me turned me on instantly. As was evident by his slippery entry.

I was on my back with my arms thrown behind me to push against either side of the window (yes, the shade was down) in his dorm room while we made love, and I remember distinctly the quivering of my pussy. Like, you know, almost-orgasmic contractions. The desired and natural reaction to ecstacy! They went away, but it was a pretty sweet add-on to the situation.

Being on top is often the way for we ladies to get our rocks off, so it comes to no surprise that in certain positions of cowgirl I get some paralysingly good feelings. But that's the problem - it makes me unable to move until I get my wits and start rocking again! Pisses me off immensely, but I won't complain too much. Perhaps the best part is seeing him move his hips below me and react in the very same way - he'll close his eyes tightly and his mouth will drop open just a little right when I feel him rub directly against the upper wall of my insides.

I love his reactions so much, I'm pretty sure that's a large part as to why I love giving blowjobs (we saw I Love You, Man last night, I'm hoping he'll never have the same complaint!). It's when he gives me the most feedback, particularly verbal. He'll moan, he'll talk to me a little, he'll grab my hands or pull my hair out of my face, he'll thrust his hips up to push him deeper, and tell me to squeeze his shaft harder. Tell me what you want, baby, and it's done. Especially when he badly wants to come and he'll grunt an order to just fuck him.

We'll cuddle all night, and he'll rest himself on me and tell me that he loves me. I could never get tired of hearing it. Whatever he wants, I want to give it to him. Well, almost. No threesomes.