What Does It Feel Lie?

Everyone's bodies are different so this may or may not match your experience. Does it?

After I climax, I like to just float in my pleasure. I don't want to be touched anywhere within five feet of my clitoris. I don't want to move for fear of ending the feeling. I don't want to talk for a while and I'm definitely not up for any deep conversation. I'm not saying that I'm happy with a guy who just pulls out, turns over, and goes to sleep. I just want him to give me a couple of minutes or so.

I appreciate a guy who wants to make sure I'm happy but asking me if I came isn't it. Several guys (and a couple of roommates) have told me that my orgasms aren't subtle so if he can't tell from my sounds and movements, I don't know how to help him.

Wanting to extend that post-orgasmic feeling as long as possible, I've gotten pretty good at blocking out any distractions. If he wants to know something, he's just going to have to wait for a bit until my body finishes lingering in orgasm land and my head reconnects to my body, landing back on the planet.

Pete and I have been together long enough that he knows my pattern and respects my need to be left to my own pleasure for a while. I only had to explain it to him once and whether or not he understands, it lets me be. When he's licked me to a climax, he knows that he can't just climb on and stick it in. Fortunately, he's patient and I do my best to make his wait worthwhile. I've gotten used to opening my eyes and seeing his head resting on his hand and his eyes focusing on my face as he waits for me. Usually, I kiss him to signal him that it's his turn and he can now touch me.

Tonight, after our post-orgasm kiss, I rolled over to cuddle with him. He draped his arm across me and we pulled together. Finally, I said "Hi."

"Hi back" he replied and he leaned in to kiss me again. We held each other and, even though my post-orgasm bliss had mostly ebbed, my body still felt the wonderful glow that he had produced in it.

I wasn't ready for round two yet. Actually, round three since my first orgasm had come from his tongue and a second in the cowgirl positions. If his penis felt as well used as my vagina, he probably wouldn't be ready to go again and if he did want to, I'd probably use my mouth to give myself a rest down there.

His arm slowly stroked up and down my side. At the bottom of its arc, his fingers brushed my butt and at the top, his thumb gently caressed the side of my boob just enough to know it was there. If he kept that up, another round might be coming.

But no, he wanted to talk. "There are times when you cum that I want to know what it feels like for you."

"My orgasm?" Once we had traded descriptions of our climaxes which was how he knew why touching me immediately ruined my feeling of joy and wasn't appreciated.

"No, you've given me a pretty good description of that. I meant generally, what does sex feel like for you?"

"Physically or mentally?" I asked him, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Both." Yeah, I should have figured that one.

I pondered his question, thought about quick answers I could give him, and then decided that I should welcome his efforts to understand my body. "I'm not sure if I can explain it but I'll try. How about if you go refill my wine glass and let me go to the bathroom first?"

We both got out of bed, him going to the kitchen where we had the left the unfinished wine from dinner. I went to his bathroom and sat down to pee while I considered his question.

When I came back, a full wine glass was on the nightstand on my side of the bed. I sipped it and climbed back under the covers. "Okay, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything but start with your ears."

"With my ears?

"Yeah." He leaned over and licked one of my ear lobes and neither of us was surprised at the resulting shiver. "What is it about your ears that make you react like that?"

"I don't know. I only know that it does."

"Okay, so what does it feel like?"

"Physically, not much. I feel you licking me. Your tongue is wet and it rubs on my ear.

That's it."

"And mentally?"

"Mentally is... I don't know. I guess there are a bunch of nerve endings there. My ears are obviously an erogenous zone." I shrugged.

"Obviously." He smiled. Does me licking your ears feel as good as having me lick your clit?"

"Nope." I smile. "There's nothing that feels that good. I think there must be similar collections of nerves in other parts of my body like my ears but I'm pretty sure that my clitoris has more nerve endings than anywhere else."

"I figured that but wanted to make sure." His hand, which had been resting on my hip slid up and he first cupped my breast before his fingers rubbed my underboob. "Is this the same as your ears?"

I thought for a second, enjoying the dance of his fingers. "No, not the same. It's not better or worse, but it's different."

"In what way?"

"Well, I love the feeling of your hands on my boobs... "

"I've noticed that you like that. No complaint from me."

"I've noticed that you don't complain about touching me there. But, even though I love the feeling, I don't get the same physical feeling when you're holding my boob that way that I do in other areas. It's nice but not electric. Maybe fewer nerve endings?

"So why do you like it?

"Would you prefer me to say don't touch me there?" I teased.

"No! Not that!" He smiled at me and switched to the other side.

"Don't worry. I won't. I didn't say I didn't like it, just that my underboob doesn't give me the same level of feeling that I get elsewhere. Maybe it's more psychological then physical."

"Hmmm."

I mean there is something symbolic about boobs. When I allow a guy to touch me there, it's an important step. It's more than just a kiss and less then sex but it's a signal that sex is a good possibility. That's why I say it's more psychological."

"Makes sense and I see what you mean about symbolism. When I'm kissing I wonder if or when I should move there so if or when I do... well, touching bare is like climbing a mountain and reaching the top."

That made me curious. "If bare boob is a mountain, then what's sex?"

He smiled. "Mount Everest."

His fingers had been walking around my underboob and climbing up Mt. Boob toward my nipple then backing away. Now, he moved it up and it circled around my areola but carefully avoided my nipple.

"Mmmm. Now that feels nice." I did like it but now, knowing that he was going to ask, I thought about why I liked it.

"Physical or mental?" he asked.

"Probably more mental. It feels nice but there's not an incredible physical feeling like electric shocks. I'm just feeling the touch of your finger going around. But I do like it."

"Same as here?" he asked, quickly rubbing my underboob again before moving back.

"No, different. I think it's more of the teasing that you're doing. What I really want is for you to touch my nipple. If you move around like that without touching it, I have to force myself to wait and not grab your hand and move it there."

He smiled. Is that why your nipples stick out when I do that? Trying to grow toward my finger?"

"That's not really it but they do tend to stick out, don't they?"

"Okay, so you really want me to touch your nipples. So, what does being touched on them feel like? His fingers were now circling my nip and he occasionally flicked it back and forth. I became aware of the early stages of arousal and wondered if another round might be possible.

"On one level it just feels like you touching me. Almost some friction between your finger and my skin."

"Like me touching your elbow?" He sounded truly curious and maybe confused since my elbow doesn't react like my nips.

"As far as the touch, maybe. I think the skin on my nipples are different though. Plus..."

"Plus what?"

"Plus my nipples run second to my clitoris on the number of nerve endings. When you have me aroused and my nips are erect, your touching there isn't anything like touching my elbow!"

"What about this?" He leaned over and blew over my nipple.

Whether it was him blowing cold air or the touching, I had now started to come erect. "It's a different feeling from your finger. Like when your finger was close but not quite touching me. Kind of teasing. It makes me want more."

"More like this?" This time he ran his tongue over and around the closest nipple and then repeated on the other one. It was the first time I reacted audibly with a quick moan. More erect now.

"Yeah, more of that. A lot more of that." He smiled at me then kissed my nipple giving me some tongue movement. "Much more!" I squelched.

He put his hand over my left breast and fingered my nipple while his mouth covered my right one and a suction pulled the nubbin into his mouth. My nipples were now fully erect and a heaviness was starting to grow in my midsection. Definitely I could go for round 3. I rolled back so that I was facing upward. His head moved with me, not letting go of his hold on my nipple and I put my hands behind his head holding him against my boob.

Too soon though, he let go. "I know you like that but what does it feel like."

I was enjoying the feeling but was frustrated by the on and off touching and annoyed by having to pull my head away from my increasing arousal to answer his question. He was probably erect too and I'm sure that I could have ended this discussion by moving my hand down there. For some reason, I answered his question instead.

"It feels amazing" I blurted. "Like you're pulling me into you and setting off electric shocks in my boobs. It makes me think that there's a direct link from my nipple to my clitoris since you sucking my nipple gets me throbbing down there too."

"Does it matter if I just suck on one of them"

I smiled. "It makes me feel unbalanced. I like it when you pay attention to both sides."

"We can't have you unbalanced" he said and he switched over to my other boob. I sighed deeply and was sinking into the feeling when suddenly he bit me. Not hard but enough that I knew it. I yelped and he removed his mouth and examined me with a concerned look.

"It's okay, you just surprised me." His face relaxed but instead of returning to my nipple, he continued to look at me. I decided to answer his question before he asked it. "It doesn't feel bad but it's definitely different. Not really painful but a little painful? It took away from the nice feeling I had before and I'm not sure I liked what replaced it. Maybe try softer nibbling instead of biting" I suggested.

He did just that. His mouth returned to my chest, switching breasts and as he nibbled on my nipples, my arousal returned. I could feel his teeth but now they didn't feel like he could draw blood. "Yeah, that's much better. It's kind of like your finger holding me but maybe a little more intense. It's nice but I think you should only do it briefly as a break from what you were doing before.

"Can do." Holding my breast, he licked my right nipple then sucked it for a while and then did the same to the left. He alternated boobs for a while and I purred, knowing that my wetness was increasing. As he licked and sucked my nips, his hand moved down, past my abdomen and rested on my hip briefly. Then it jumped to my thigh. I pulled up my knees, separating my legs and giving him better access. There was no surprise that his fingers moved up until his hand was resting on my vulva. "How does this feel?" he asked.

I had to catch my breath and croaked out a one word answer. "Nice."

"I'm sure but what does it feel like?" OMG. Does he really want to continue this discussion? Yeah, he does.

"On the outside, there isn't the feeling like a major erogenous zone for me. It almost feels like you're tickling me but not really."

"So, not like your nipples but nice anyway?"

"Yeah, still very nice. I guess it's more on the mental side than physical. It's touching a forbidden or at least private area that I don't give access to for everyone. It's teasing since you have me soaking wet and wanting you to move into me instead of just on the outside.

He lifted his hand off me and sniffed his hand. "Yeah, I guess you are a bit wet." He smiled and licked his fingers and then we kissed for a while. I hoped that he was giving me a signal that we'd stop talking about my body and he would do something with it instead.

Pete's hand cupped my vulva again but this time one of his fingers started to separate my labia. It entered me but barely moved past the entrance.

"And?" he asked

And it feels like I'm going to scream if you keep asking me that? No, I really do like being teased and, as frustrating as it can be, doing it right results in an orgasm that makes it worth while. Pete was a very skilled teaser but usually, his teasing was with his fingers and tongue, not his words. I concentrated on how his fingers made me feel.

"And kind of weird. When you start to enter me but stop there, it's frustrating and I want you to do more."

"Can you feel me touching you inside?" His fingers rubbed me but never went deeper.

"Oh yeah. It's like touching my skin outside but better. Not electric shocks but very nice." I concentrated on the feeling and changed my answer. "Maybe mild electric shocks."

His finger finally moved in deeper and he finger fucked me a few times. I fought my urge to move my pelvis with him to push him toward my clitoris which the bastard was carefully avoiding. To speed things up, I answered the question before he asked it.

"The same. I think it's the lubrication that makes you sliding in and out so nice. I could feel the sides of my vag separating when your finger first went in."

He removed his finger and I wanted to scream at him. "Ever had anything put in there when you were dry?

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, and I don't like it. I lubricate less some times during my cycle and if I'm not careful, the friction can be really uncomfortable. The next day I feel sort of raw in there." His hand returned to my vulva but stayed outside.

I suspected what might be coming next and jumped ahead. "Before you touch my clitoris, I'll tell you that when you come close but don't touch it it's probably the most frustrating thing ever,

"And when I do touch it?"

"That's pure pleasure usually. Your finger or tongue releases some kind of major electrical shock thing from all the nerve endings. I don't know how to describe it but there is nothing else in the world that feels like it.

"You're making me jealous."

There's got to be some advantage for putting up with cramps, right?

He didn't answer but instead he moved down and lay between my legs looking up toward my face. His hand sat over my vulva again and a finger slowly--very slowly--entered me until it reached my joy button. His teasing had placed me on edge and I'm sure that my sounds told him that I wanted him to keep going and to bring me to a climax.

He gently circled it and rubbed up and down over it. My breathing got heavier and I got noisier.

Then he stopped.

Pete knows my body well and, as I said, he's a master of the big tease. Today, I think he was practicing for the Olympic Edging Team and it was my body that he was practicing on.

I looked down and watched him lick his finger. He smiled at me and then I felt his tongue moving on my labial lips. Breathing and noises returned as his tongue entering me. I hoped that he wouldn't stop to ask me about it but I decided to concentrate on the feeling so I could tell him later.

Unlike what he had done with his finger, his tongue went straight to my clitoris. Usually, as he does this, my head feels separate from my body and I'm only aware of the pleasure of cunnilingus. Now, I struggle to think about what it actually felt like to have him lick me. I felt his tongue touch briefly, then move in circles, then flick back and forth, and then up and down. I don't remember feeling him reach for my boobs but I suddenly noticed that his hands were on them and that he was tugging on my nipples in time with his licking. Each time I got close to climaxing, Pete read my sounds. He slowed down his licking but his toying with my nipples kept me on edge.

Waves. It felt like I was lying on the beach and gentle waves were washing over me. Waves and waves of sheer pleasure. I concentrated on that image and the feel of it.

Somewhere along the way, I could no longer force myself to worry about being able to describe what it felt like as my arousal went up. I was panting and moaning as his tongue fired off the nerves that were now at the center of my awareness.

Then he stopped.

Usually, when we had sex, Pete would lick me to an orgasm and then we'd do penis-in-vagina. Sometimes he'd be on top and sometimes I would. Only a few times had he stopped licking me before I came but that's what he did now.

From his position lying between my thighs, he shifted up until he was lying on top of me. He kissed me but with my arousal level and frustration, I'm not really sure if I kissed him back

I felt the weight of him cover me and decided that it was like my entire body was being hugged tightly. I separated my thighs further so that our nether regions could come closer. The waves had stopped but I pulled my consciousness back and concentrated on what my body felt like. Physically--the pre-orgasmic heaviness in my pelvis and the pulsing in my vagina. Mentally--the wanting of more and the expectation that it was about to happen.

Then, I felt something--him--pushing toward my entrance.

Without his attention to my clitoris and since he was no longer stimulating my nipples, I was able to again try to concentrate on what I was feeling. My lubrication and the work he had done with his finger and tongue made it easy for him to enter me but it seemed like he was doing it slowly. My labial lips parted and his penis pushed deeper into me than his fingers had been earlier. He moved past my clitoris and I pictured a tunnel that was being expanded from the inside. The sides, which had been touching each other separated as he pushed his way in. Pete has the perfect sized penis and when he pushed it all the way in, I experience a wonderful sensation of him stretching me until I was filled up.

His shaft rubbed against the sides of my vaginal canal as he slowly pulled out then, more quickly this time, pushed his way back into me. With the way I was lubricated it wasn't really friction but I could feel the rubbing which pulsed through my pelvis as I moved my hips up and down with his pattern. Although he wasn't directly touching my clitoris, I got some indirect feeling from his movement. Usually that's not enough for me to cum but my arousal had again increased and I thought that it might happen.

How long had we been playing? How many times had his edging brought me to the brink? How many times did he pull out and push in again and again? I don't know but it was long enough and, with a scream, I achieved my third climax of the night. Almost immediately, Pete grunted and somehow through the continuing explosion in my midsection, I felt him pulsing as he came into me. Then we lay together, both of us breathing hard.

Once again, he respected my need to lay quietly afterwards. At some point, he pulled out of me and lay down beside me.

At last, we were ready to talk. Between kisses and affirmations of our love, I described how the experience had felt for me. I tried to describe the feeling of him entering me and filling me. I again tried to describe the feeling of being raised up and up and then pushed over the edge into my orgasm. I described the floating on air that I feel afterwards.

Maybe most important, I described how connected I felt to him mentally when our bodies were linked physically. At last, I was talked out and physically exhausted. As I started to drift off to sleep, I kissed him a final time. "Next time, I want to know what sex feels like for you."