Sublime Sex Therapy
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 2
Author's note: This is a story I've been haunted by for some time. It's about sex; raw compelling sex, it's about eroticism.
"Those pleasures so lightly called physical..." Colette
Apropos
Offering therapy to uncommonly independent women, who move in their own rhythms, without compromising their style...They thrive on the thrill of the forbidden, reaching for autonomy, mastering their own circumstances.
In their nether world of sexual abandonment, they are women in repose, united in the art of satisfying their carnal desires, regaining their sexuality. Every move, every ritual was designed to incite passion. It was paradisiacal, magical. Every day was a "celebration of life," with rituals, meditation, karmic exchange; with food, wine, pot. With fucking and sensuality, lots of it. Thoroughly compelling, intoxicating.
"You have awakened something in me that is weeping for you," said one woman. "The sex you have shared with me is the most profound magic," said another..."This is how a woman should be fucked; our cunts are meant to be well fucked, in divine worship and not allowed to lie fallow," was the refrain. And by the way, older pussy is insatiable and simply the best. I love it when their pussies fart juices.
Encircled by their warm, luminous bodies, the curving slopes of their breasts, the undulating contours of bellies, and buttocks; thighs between which lie foliage around glistening scarlet cunts. I reached and probed their silken depths, diving deep into their waterfalls. They overflow for me with sweet succulent juices, in rituals of passion, of sex offerings to the muse the Goddess. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by their lust, other times I'm a storm, strong, virile...With them, my life-force was renewed and I sank deeply into the erotic ocean of intimacy and closeness with the women. I learnt how to fuck them wantonly.
Nadine
How does lack of sex affect a wife? For a woman, a sexless marriage erodes her feelings of love, affection, connection, intimacy, and sometimes loyalty as well. Physical intimacy -- including touching and sex -- helps people feel like they are part of a couple or family, and the lack of it makes women feel deprived and isolated.
When you feel like something is lacking within you, you may crave someone. When you're emotionally all over the place on some level, you may crave someone. Feeding into a memory, the way a person made you feel or a desire that you possibly have been suppressing, that too can cause you to crave someone...
This is essentially Nadine's story. Her husband stopped fucking her due to impotency and had become an alcoholic...Being a highly sexual woman she sought sex surrogacy not only for relief, but also to experience "a more stupendous sex" than she had ever experienced with her "mediocre husband," whom she hates.
"I deserve a really good fuck from now on" she'd said with equanimity.
"Trust me you will get one and more" I'd assured her.
After introductions at Lily's and a round of raunchy conversation which she loves and is good at, Nadine requested to have our session at my place...She felt very much at home in my "fantastic" condo as she puts it. She was no stranger to booze and pot and four-letter expletives.
She belongs to the generation given the permission to go where no women had gone before, who are encouraged to chart new journeys and make their own maps. Nadine identifies herself as a "Marxist, socialist-feminist." A little audacious and temperamental but wholesome. She also taught women's studies part-time at the University. She is an intellectual who devotes her time helping the poor and needy. She eschews snobbery and is liberated and independent. A graduate of Cambridge, her British accent is so appealing. Nadine's face is both angelic and sensual. Her body gently shaped, semi-curvy and lithe.
"I'm sure the preliminaries are good for me, but I can do without them. So just fuck me, please; my clitoris is very hard, my cunt is totally inflamed and I am so fucking horny," she said softly peeling off her grool-soaked thong. God, she was so fucking aroused, her inner thighs smeared with grool. Then we were both naked.
"I have never seen nor held a cock this huge and beautiful" sighed Nadine grasping my cock. "And it feels good, so hard and fucking heavy" she added squeezing my dick very hard. "It would feel even better inside you," I said kissing her...We continued kissing, lingering, feeling the rush of anticipation, savoring the luxury of time, feeling each other. I was intrigued by Nadine. I sensed her thoughts flowing into me, caressing me with her dark-eyed sultry looks indulgently. Captivated by my gracious artfulness, she knew I live for women and that they satisfy me entirely as I do them.
On my bed, purring sounds came from Nadine and her body shivered with excitement. "Come on, I'm spread wide open for you," she whispered. She moved instinctively, responding to my every action. The fragrance of her womanness rose to my nose like steam. The juices gathered at her opening, her clitoris taut and throbbing.
A strangled scream escaped from her as I thrust my entire cock into her deeply, forcing out small geysers of juice spurting from her cunt. "O to be filled with such a wonderful, massive cock at last, there is a Goddess." she whispered. "Go on, suck my tits, harder, bite them" she implored. She quivered and sprung, shaking violently, gasping. She had a glazed look as if in a trance.
Nadine was wet, I mean super wet; a wide cavern of juice to be plunged in again and again. She writhed and moaned in pleasure as I drove deeper and deeper into her until she clung to me like a leech, her hips moving urgently then exploding in orgasm in a sweating mass.
I let her rest for a while with my dick still inside her, resting on my elbows then began to fuck her again, slowly, with controlled vigor. "Yeah," she groaned, "fuck me, fuck me, Oh God fuck me" on and on. She'd never felt so good in a long time, she said....Spreading Nadine's legs further apart I plowed into the heat between her thighs and her warm depths closed around my cock, pulling me in farther and deeper. The sound of her wetness matched the rhythm of my thrusts, her desire hot against the length and girth of my cock.
"Kiss me" she demanded, stretching her neck towards me. Her swollen cunt looked crimson, overfilled with juice. She began to shake and quiver, gasping; her hips thrashing from side to side. I paced myself, in full control, enjoying her luscious body as the shivers went thru my spine. I heard myself groaning as she tightened her pussy around my dick.
Nadine let out a loud scream, coming violently against me squirting clear juices that gave off a rich, spicy odor, soaking the sheets. Stroking my dick up and down, eliciting whimpering sounds from her. She moaned as I drove deeply into her, pounding her with firm circular motion. Her cunt was so tight. Our bodies glistened with sweat. The bed creaked under our weight. "This is some really tight delicious pussy" I said to her. I felt the heat from her cunt, so hot and wet with juice against my cock. Streams of desire rushed thru us, she held me tight. My cock rolled around in her pussy, feeling the warmth, the hot currents...
Thrusting in and out, juices flowing out of her as I glided in and out. Her pubic hair soaking wet. The bedsheets wet with cunt-juice, the sweet-salty smell filled the bedroom which was bathed in bright sunlight. She clenched hard inside as I thrust steadily. She tossed and moaned under my deep precise thrusts, while I simultaneously sucked hungrily at her breasts. She began to gasp and pant then she gave a long uneven moan of ecstasy and stiffened, her hips jerking upward, shuddering and gulping air in between deep orgasmic shivers. I heaved and gushed into her, a jet stream of hot cum, on and on..."OMG, I squirted for the first time, thanks to you" she giggled.
We lay stuck to each other with sweat and love-juices, feeling a sudden breeze blowing thru the room...All day long we were consumed by an endless lust that pushed up from the depths of our souls, crashing forward like the pounding waves of the open ocean. Salty, wet, bottomless waves rolling, crashing, colliding hungrily, breathless, desperate and free. We were swept away by a storm, overtaken by overwhelming passion, lost in its rhythm. We fucked and fucked all thru the long, lovely night, and the world went into slow motion.