Can I sit on your face? (NSFW)

Now I’d guess above is possibly the most unusual blog Title you’ve come across today, but here’s a thing I’ve got an interesting anecdote for you, remember Gemma with the wet kitty? Well this tale features Chantelle another adorable sexy lady I’ve bumped into on my journey through life 😉 .

Jeeze a producer could take these two stories, weave into a narrative joining the sexy scenes together, choose from two age40+ actresses to play the female roles cause they’re always moaning about the lack of work for older women, then make a film about a guy’s oral bedroom escapades!…………….. ok perhaps not 😀 .

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😮 I’m not joking when I say I could hardly breath!

Where was I? Oh yes a tale of facesitting and no my first time was not such a fun experience for meee……….. she loved it mind!! 

Chantelle the lady’s name was, the lady who sat on my face for the first time, not really her name but it suits this post quite well. I didn’t know Chantelle terribly well except for 5 separate afternoons we ended up in bed together if that counts? In fact our fifth afternoon of sex together was incredible only because we felt comfortably relaxed in each other’s company, so much so a loving intimacy existed between us, much the same as two lover’s marathon love making on their honeymoon, a connection so intense fresh new and exciting that it’s actually referred to as a married couple’s honeymoon period!

However constant lovemaking loses its novelty, sexual excitement wanes a little unless sex games, chains and whips are introduced. Don’t despair though, I’m reliably told sexual love, also feelings of ‘we know each other tooo well’ are wonderfully replaced by a different type of intimacy called affection and companionship, AND as you ALL know better than myself no relationship will ever last if based on sex alone. 

I used to watch Chantelle dressing herself after sexy times in bed together, and she’d always put her black bra on by positioning the band around her waste so she could gaze down and clip together, then swivel the delicate around whilst pulling the straps up and over her shoulders finally groping herself in the cups to rest her boobs just how she liked them. Whereas other women choose to admire their reflection in the mirror with their outstretched arms reaching behind their backs and fumbling for the clasp!

Either way there a few sights more enthralling than watching a lady dress herself, seriously fascinating!

Yes by this fifth afternoon together Chantelle and I felt emotionally totally at ease in each other’s company, we completely trusted each other’s motives, a friendship and closeness even, however we both knew a serious relationship was out of the question. The trouble is, and being completely honest, after we parted and went our separate ways I’d think to myself , ‘just for once I’d love to give living together a try, yes it would probably fail, perhaps ending with her throwing a food mixer at my head much the same as my mother once did to my father’ (btw they reached their Golden wedding. 🙂 ) 

Unfortunately for me Chantelle wanted nothing more than to use a man’s naked body, lay with a guy who’d carnally pleasure her, emotionally connecting with him was an unexpected bonus, perhaps we ‘clicked’ lol because I am an honest friendly sort of guy but alas serious relationships were out of the question, she wanted me to ###k her and little else.

“Andrew do you want to lick my kitty?” she whispered quickly followed by “can I sit on your face honey” a rather forlorn pleading expression across her face.

I ask you what’s a guy to do?

As I lay on my back Chantelle positioned herself standing above my head, her legs apart my eye line followed her toned leg line toward kitty heaven, past two pert breasts all the way to her beaming face gazing down on me. Then gently she lowered herself, knees pressing deep into the duvet and parted thighs resting either side of my cheeks, her crotch positioned over my face, Chantelle’s slim figure finally stopping as her intimacy kissed my mouth, an unspoken prompt for my tongue to penetrate and circle her kitty, the very tip licking and searching out where I assumed her clit might be? Jeeze I concentrated so hard imagining where that elusive horn could be!

Sitting above my face with just enough pressure so as not to suffocate me and she even changed positions several times! facing my feet my tongue penetrated her love lips my circling tongue inside her moist vagina, and there I lay licking as she began to stroke and fondle my hardness omg the pleasure!!

But I can’t say I enjoyed myself as I did with Gemma, I felt comfortable relaxed and in control with that gorgeous creature, however with Chantelle I was near suffocating as her pelvis rocked back and forth above my face, exciting her now very wet crotch …………

‘Ahh I can hardly breeeeeath!” I panicked to myself!

I slapped her ass at one point trying to lift her pert bum so I could draw some air through my nostrils, but I don’t think she quite cottoned on because the slaps made her rock and roll even quicker!

Anyways all good fun between two friendly adults, and I shouldn’t forget facesitting’s place in bedroom fun and games is less vanilla sex and more power control and domination, into the realms of fetish, the lady’s in charge with her male partner a mere servant or sex slave there to be abused, and wouldn’t life be dull if we all enjoyed the same perversions? I should add I’m not into chains whips and handcuffs, in fact I should be honest and say I’ve never tried any of them apart from light spanking with the hand.

So how did my unusual oral challenge end? Put it this way no longer than five minutes but at least it’s another position from The Kama-sutra tried attempted 😀 , thinking back I sensed from Chantelle’s pretty face gazing down upon mine own, she could tell I wasn’t enjoying myself. I guess you could say a ‘dominant’ woman would have thought,

‘Ha! You don’t like it? Tough! Eat my kitty slave!’ 😀

But no, Chantelle rose from my face, turning over her back now firmly pressing into the sheets, followed by me sitting aside her waist and stroking her kitty, wistfully gazing at this mesmerising delight whilst chatting about my getting her niece an application form to study here in the UK.  

So there you are, many men enjoy being dominated by assertive women and perhaps facesitting was never intended to be particularly comfortable, on reflection not a position for me because ladies you have to allow the guy to frigging breath!!!

©A. Shepherdson 2019

 

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