Cav's Place

Have to start with a warning: If you’re uneasy about sexual content, skip right to the end of this. Or don’t read it at all, whatever… On the other hand, if you somehow ended up here looking just for such stories, please don’t tell me you got the keyboard, or anything else, sticky, not even if you’re a girl. I don’t care and that’s not the point of the post anyway. If you can’t look beneath the surface and see it for what it is, your problem.
This also feels extremely personal, far more than anything else posted on here. I actually found myself thinking that I couldn’t post something like this, which is just why I am posting it, proving to myself that I’m as open as I consider myself to be.

I woke up this morning with a certain train of thought already in my mind and then I developed it further. Or perhaps it was less of a train of thought than a feeling, or the ghost of a feeling… What you’ll see here is what it made me think about afterwards.
For your information: No, nothing got sticky as a result.

I was just waking up while she was still sleeping next to me. I felt really horny and thought I’ll just masturbate to take care of the issue. Tried to cause as little movement as possible, but she woke up anyway, noticed what I was doing, told me to continue but to tell her what I’m thinking about. I asked if she was sure she wants to know and she said yes. So I started.

“It’s morning, but still quiet. I’m back on my ‘vampire’ schedule so I’m only going to bed now, but you have been sleeping for a few hours already. You’re naked and, despite thinking that it could get a bit chilly, I can’t pass up on the feel of your skin against mine, so I also undress before getting under the covers. Then I do what I always do in such moments, I gently caress your hair, bury my face in it and whisper ‘I love you’.
But this time it’s different: You wake up. Maybe you didn’t hear me, but you felt me and that woke you up. You stir, then turn towards me and smile sleepily. I let one hand run down your back, barely touching you with the tips of my fingers, while with the other I caress your cheek, then slightly lift your chin.
You turn more towards me. I hug you, look into your eyes and smile for one moment. Then, breaking eye contact, I start by slowly kissing your forehead, then your eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin, ending with one very gentle kiss on your lips.”

At this moment I turn towards her and do just that, give her one brief, gentle kiss.

“I look into your eyes some more as, with the tips of my fingers, I very gently caress your hair, neck, shoulder and arm, ending by taking your hand in mine, raising it to my lips, and placing a very light kiss on it. Then I lift myself a little and you turn on your back.
Starting once again with the forehead, I kiss all over your face, this time avoiding your lips. Instead, while gently caressing your neck and shoulders, I take my kisses down the line of your jaw and then back up, nibbling a little on your earlobes when I get there.
The kisses then trail down on your neck, ever so slowly, while my hand is moving down your arm. When my kisses get to one of your shoulders, my hand reaches yours and our fingers intertwine. I then kiss my way accross from one shoulder to the other and, as soon as I get there, quickly get up and give you a passionate kiss, gently biting your lip as I move away again.”

When I mentioned our hands meeting and locking together, I searched for her hand with mine and did just that. Then I kissed her passionately just after I mentioned the kiss, delaying my story for one moment longer to drink in the smile from her eyes.

“Going back to your shoulders, I continue to kiss down one arm and then back up the other, gently caressing at the same time, stopping to plant one lingering kiss in the palm of each hand when I get there.
Moving on to your chest, I playfully kiss and caress above, in between and all around your breasts, apparently paying very little attention to them. You probably expect me to dive right into them once I finish kissing my way around, but I don’t. Instead, I take your hands in mine and pull you up for a moment, hugging tightly, pressing our bodies together and kissing one more time. Then, with a mischievous smile and one last gentle touch on the back of your neck, I let you lie back down.
You sigh softly as I get myself between your legs, but I’m only doing it to be better able to kiss and caress all over your belly and sides. I don’t focus too much on that area, however, spending more time to draw a curved line, at first with the tip of one finger and then with kisses, from one of your hips to the other, then continuing to kiss and caress ever so slowly down your inner thighs.
You stir a little, and I take that as my cue to stop and pull myself back up. I allow my cock to barely graze your pubes as I do so and your reaction to that gentle touch makes me smile to myself for a moment before my lips and fingers find your breasts and start covering them with kisses and light caresses, taking time to gently suckle and nibble on your nipples a few times.
Then I get back down very slowly, keeping my head close to you, letting my breath caress you instead of my hands. Once there, I start gently caressing between your legs with both fingers and breath, but still don’t touch any ‘key areas’.”

At this time I hear the rythm of her breath changing next to me and I turn to look, noticing that she started to play with herself as well. I smile, tell her not to stop, softly kiss her neck and then get back to my story.

“Soon, you stir again and seem to mean to take care of matters yourself if I won’t, moving one of your hands there for a moment. But then you change your mind and take it back. Still, I got you where I wanted you so I get out from between your legs and tell you that something like that can’t go unpunished and that you need to roll over. You make a slight sound that seems to express annoyance, but do what I ask.
I let you wait for a moment as I just look at you and play with your hair, then lie on top, pressing myself against you for a few seconds before pulling up and starting once again with the kisses and caresses, this time letting my breath work even more in the wake of the wet kisses.
I take it once again from the top, the back of your neck and your exposed earlobe, and work my way down your back painfully slowly. My cock stays on your butt until I absolutely need to move lower, letting you feel just how much I want you too. You stir, sigh and even moan a little as my lips and fingers find the places they are looking for on your back.
You think I might move to other things and squirm as I reach a hand under you and put it between your legs, but all I’m doing is covering the area so I won’t accidentally touch it, and so you won’t touch it yourself. When you realize this, you breathe heavily and try to move against my hand for a while but eventually give up, somewhat frustrated.
I wait for you to settle back down, then move on to your butt for a little while, on my way to your inner thighs. When I get there, I put the hand I have between your legs to another use, holding you spread open with my fingers. This makes you squirm again, but I take no heed of it, keeping my pace.
Eventually I tell you to pull up a little and keep your legs spread, which you quickly do, allowing me to start ever so gently licking the inside of your outer lips with the very tip of my tongue, letting only my breath caress your clit now and then. You moan ever so softly and I stop, telling you to roll over again.”

I stop for a moment and look at her. She opens her eyes too and we kiss one more time, at first gently but then more and more passionately. When we pause for breath she tells me not to stop. I ask if she means not to stop what I’m doing now or what I’ve been doing so far and she says what I’ve been doing so far. So I tell her not to stop either but also not to let herself finish before I’m done. She rolls her eyes but smiles, so I get back to the story.

“You get back on your back and I get in between your legs, looking determined. You stare into my eyes and push up to meet me, but I hold you down and then put one hand there again to cover everything. You look annoyed and try to push against my hand, which makes me do my best to look angry in return and you eventually give in.
Once you’ve settled back down I remove my hand, carefully placing my cock so it will touch as much as it can without risking to slip in and then wrap you in my arms and we lock in a breathtaking kiss.
After we manage to regain our senses I smile, spread your outer lips apart again, hold my cock down so the head will rub against your clit and start moving it as much as I dare, since all of this made me be very close myself. It’s obvious that you’re enjoying this, but it’s equally obvious that you need more and now I finally oblige.
After pressing my body on yours one more time and stealing one more quick kiss while you were still trying to figure out what I was about to do next, I start masturbating you rapidly, but not quite touching what I should touch. This frustrates you even more for a moment, but then realize it’s enough to bring you over the edge anyway, it will just take somewhat longer.
Still, that’s not my plan, so after a little while I get down between your legs and start practically kissing your outer lips, ever so gently grazing them with my teeth now and then as well. You squirm and press my head there with your hands, but I struggle to stick to my plan and so I do, moving on to do to your inner lips what I had just done to the outer ones.
Then, just as the frustration makes you whimper, I stick two fingers inside you and plant a passionate kiss right on your clit, using my tongue on it as if I’d be wrestling your tongue during a real kiss. You go completely quiet, probably trying not to cry out, arch your back and press my head even harder.
But I don’t want it over like this so after just a few seconds I remove your hand from my head and stop when you needed just one more touch.”

I hear her whimper next to me and remind her to wait until I’m done with the story, then continue.

“This time you do cry out, only in frustration instead of pleasure, and push up to press against me. But I’m done playing, so now I finally meet you, entering cleanly, and neither of us can stop a moan from escaping our lips. Then we lock in a tight embrace and try to kiss only to notice we simply can’t manage to anymore, not enough control left.
Still holding on to each other as tight as we can, we start moving fast and hard. Since what I did to you made me feel like I was just about to explode even before entering, the long, fast strokes bring me over the edge almost instantly, but the feel of me inside of you and the press of my pelvis against your clit get you right there with me at the same time. We dig our nails into each other’s backs and bite each other’s shoulders in the heat of the moment, ending with tears in our eyes that are not caused by the pain.”

I stop playing with myself and put my hand on hers to stop her too, then making my way past it. Her breath becomes heavier as we switch, each masturbating the other, grabbing our hands again and holding even tighter than before. But I tell her to take it slow, wait a bit more, both for me and for her, since I want to finish the story properly first.

“After a rather long time we manage to regain our senses and kiss passionately, then I say I want you on top for a moment and we roll over, still hugging tightly. We kiss again and lose ourselves in each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity.
Eventually, with one more feather-light kiss, we snap out of it, sob, smile, kiss each other’s tears away and get up to take a shower. Your day is about to begin and mine is about to end… I love you…”

We kiss again and start playing with each other like we mean business. I warn her that I’ll make a mess but she just shrugs and smiles.
Soon, fingers and tongues intertwined and our love pouring bits of itself into our tears and leaking out since our bodies can no longer contain all of it, we both finish, the orgasms being the calm, quiet kind that envelops you in a healing warmth and leaves behind a feeling of perfect peace.
After a little while we stop kissing, wipe our tears away, smile about what we did, laugh at the mess, and look at our souls reflected endlessly into each other’s eyes.

Take this as whatever you wish, I just know that in between these lines I’ve poured more of my soul than I ever have to anyone except her… Writing this felt like ripping each word I was typing out of myself. Took me over four hours to type it, kept getting lost in memories or choking on tears that won’t come… But now it’s here, out in the open, and I can say, like Galadriel when Frodo offered her the ring, “I’ve passed the test”. Though I really don’t feel that my poor writing skills do much justice to what I was trying to express…
What did this start from in the first place? Exactly the same place the story I was supposedly telling her started from. I realized last night that what I miss the most aren’t all the hugs and talks, the kisses and caresses, the fears and tears, or even the sex, but just lying next to her in bed until she fell asleep, then caressing her hair one last time, burying my face in it and whispering “I love you” just before I either got back up or went to sleep myself…
How bad is it that what I miss the most is something I used to do and not something she used to do? Not even something she knew I was doing… Yeah, I told her a couple of times, told others before now as well and now I’m telling everyone, but she wasn’t actually aware of me doing it, nobody was… Those moments live in my memory alone… Who knows, maybe I was just imagining that I was doing it and I never really did, nobody could ever confirm that I did… Maybe everything was nothing more than an elaborate dream…

Oh yeah, just to answer the likely questions to arise from this: No, I’d actually rather be a little on the submissive side, but I have my moments… No, tears aren’t an usual occurrence in such a scenario, and their real meaning is perhaps what anyone reading this should understand the most… And no, this whole thing certainly never really happened, not by a long shot… As for the story I was supposedly telling her, that probably never happened either, at least not quite like this.