Note to readers. This is a revised version of an earlier piece with the same name. I've incorporated some very helpful suggestions from two anonymous sources and excellent editing suggestions from Estragon.
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There is a name for heaven on earth. Tribbing. It's also called scissoring, grinding, and pussy pounding. When you do it with the woman you love, it's heaven on earth.
Imagine you are on your back. Towering over you, on you, is the sexiest sight in the world. A passionate woman in love. Your woman, in love with you. You open your eyes to look up at her face, and find beauty. Mindblowing beauty. Combined with the grit and determination of someone trying everything she can to bring you pleasure. Surrounded by magnificent hair that flies in every direction as she makes love to you with abandon.
Your eyes move lower and you admire perhaps the sexiest part of the sexiest sight in the world. Breasts. Her swollen breasts, her hard nipples. Nipples much larger than only a few minutes ago because she's so turned on by making love to you. Breasts that rub your breasts, nipples that rub yours. Which makes you so conscious you're both girls. And so happy you're both passionate women in love with one another.
But the ultimate in lovemaking takes place further down.
But only long after she plants sweet kisses all over your body. First she seduced you -- or did you seduce her today? You kissed and kissed, endlessly, unhurriedly, before your hands rubbed her soft, smooth, sensuous body, before her hands rubbed all over you. You undressed each other, slowly, teasingly, rubbing against each other all the time. Patience, patience!
Such sexy lingerie you both were wearing. Her frilly bra, your tight panties. Another kiss, an embrace with an "I love you" to your wife and an "I love you too" back from her. And another embrace, this time naked with your breasts pressed against hers. With your hardening nipples pressing against hers! The indescribable feeling of your breasts pressing against their mirror image of sexual perfection.
More tender kisses from your soulmate as she gently lowers you onto your back. Then to your breasts. Imagine feeling the softest, sweetest lips in the world, belonging to a pretty feminine face, circling around your nipples, on them, then around them, teasing them again, kissing them, sucking them harder. Then softer. So soft. And again taking all the time in the world to do it. Worshipping your breasts. And telling you how she loves you more than anything.
Then a trail of unhurried kisses, down, down, to your essence. To what makes you a woman. She finds your clit and resumes her tease, her expression of love. Back and forth, up and down, small circles with her lips. Again and again, slowly building, knowing just what to do because she's also a woman.
Until she takes you between her soft lips. And gives you ... well, you could call it a blow job. At least, that's what it was called when you used to do it to a guy. But your wife's doing it to you! She has your clit in her mouth, but even though she sucks it in and out, in and out, of course it's not really a blow job. It's better! You can't be sure, of course, but you're moaning so much louder than any guy ever, so you must be getting more pleasure than any guy ever got from a blowjob.
But before you come, she teasingly stops. Just at the right time. She knows you don't want to come yet, and knows exactly when to mount you. You now know that the tribbing will come. The scissoring, the grinding. The ultimate sex. The best embodiment of your love. The ecstasy.