O Face

Last weekend I had a little get together with my girls in efforts to cheer up Tasha, who is finally in the moving on stage. My philosophy to a broken heart is good drinks and good friends. We all sat around with my famous sangria and had a good ol' girl chat. After about four drinks, as always, our mind headed for the gutters. Our topic? The best sex we ever had. I had to admit- my girls had some pretty good stories about who gave them the guys that ultimate best O face. They also talked about their secret moves in the bedroom to give their men that ultimate climax. As we were talking about various positions and toys, my thoughts couldn't help but drift back to my best orgasm. For those of you who have followed my blogs you'll remember Josh, but for those who haven't, you'll just have to read my past blogs :P. Anyway, even though me an Josh lasted for only a short period, man did we have the best sex. Perhaps it was because he was well endowed or maybe it was because he just knew how to use it. I don't know, but I can't remember a time where he didn't make me cum. However, the best orgasm he ever gave me was on my 20th birthday. He treated me to a game of laser tag ( which so awesome :O!!!) and after I won we had a picnic in the park down the block from my apartment. It was near dusk and we were among the last few people in the park. It felt like one of those cliche movie scenes but I couldn't have been any happier as he fed me chocolate covered strawberries and poured me a glass of sparkling apple cider :P. Maybe it was the way the setting sun had highlighted those mesmerizing eyes of his or his strong jaw line or maybe it was the way he was caressing my thighs and telling me how much he's wanted me all day- but in that instance, I knew that I needed him inside me. Without giving it a second thought, I asked him if he wanted to go home and with no hesitation, he cleaned up the picnic and loaded the blankets and me into his truck. I swear he must have blown a couple of stop signs as we made our way back to my apartment. We got to my complex and got into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed he was on me, hot and heavy. I was backed into the corner, his hands traveling up my shirt and under my bra. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his tongue against mine. We heard the ping if the elevator and before I knew it he was dragging me to my door. His lips never stopped as he guided me to my bedroom, peeling every piece of clothes we had between us. He laid me on the bed, his lips teasing the crook of my neck and whispering hot and delicious things in my ear. I was so dazed from his kisses that I wasn't even prepared for him spreading my legs. It's crazy how I can still remember how his tongue felt- and even more how he could bring me to the edge of my orgasm only to draw back. I moaned with need and soon his tongue was replaced with his member as he fucked me like a wild man. He was deep, possessive, rough and yet gentle all in one.
(For the ladies) You know how when your man puts you in a position where all you can do is take the dick? Well, he had me in one and it… was… amazing. It was that feeling of delicious helplessness and knowing that he was controlling every move that threw me over the edge. Before I knew it, I was thrashing about, moaning and screaming, clawing at his back and squeezing the sheets in my hands. The sensation reminded me a little phrase called ‘la petite mort’ or the little death. Throughout my orgasm I fell into a state of blissful daze and soon came back down to him kissing me delicately and whispering sweet things.

So guys and girls, what gave you your best ‘O Face’?