Mine and Tom’s Christmas followed what seems to be the normal schedule of food, drink and more food. This was of course fantastic for our tastebuds, but being our randy selves, we also naturally discoursed to having sex. In the following post I want try to get across not just the details of sex and how to make it really hot, but also the intimacy of a sexual relationship in all its glories and more unsightly features.
Tom and I had been enjoying mulled wine all day and were rather tipsy by the time we were snuggled up on the sofa watching a relaxed Christmas film. The film finished and we stretched, waking up stiff muscles. I was wearing rather bright and tight Santa leggings to get into the Christmas spirit. My top half was bare because our house had steamed up after cooking Christmas lunch. Tom was wearing a T-shirt and baggy trousers. He lay back on the sofa, stretching, his hands clasped together above his head. His biceps bulged through his T-shirt in an incredibly satisfying way and I couldn’t resist straddling him and squeezing them, feeling them firm and hard beneath my hands. Feeling aroused by his show of muscles, I kissed him lingeringly, his lips soft and warm against mine. I could feel his arousal too, as his eyes took on a softened, smouldering look and his cock twitched under me. I slowly rubbed myself along him, gyrating my hips against him. I felt very full after all of the Christmas dinner, but was too turned on to care.
I pulled off my leggings, while Tom whipped off his trousers and T-shirt and I straddled him again, licking and nibbling his nipples. I leaned forward to kiss Tom deeply, then reached down to stroke his dick while he caught my breast in his mouth, sucking on my nipple. I gasped in pleasure and moved up the sofa, wriggling past his shoulders so that my pussy was positioned above his mouth. He extended his tongue, licking the length of my clit and pussy, up to my arsehole. Although Tom may have been thinking “not more to eat!” he seemed to be enjoying it, lapping up my juices as I wriggled in ecstasy. His tongue pushed into my cunt, then flicked across my clit.
I pulled back, moving back down him until my pussy was level with his dick. I reached down and stroked it, feeling how hard and stiff it was, pulsating under my hand. I guided it into my cunt, slipping it past my pussy lips slowly, almost secretly as if they were guarding my pussy, and felt it spear me, filling me. This thrilled me, as it always does, but I also thought to myself “I hope his dick doesn’t press on my bladder too much, I feel full enough as it is.” I pulled myself up and down his dick, gyrating my hips slowly as I rose and fell, using the back of the sofa as leverage.
I quickened the pace slightly, still fearful of my Christmas dinner making an unscheduled appearance. However, it seemed to quieten down and I continued to increase the pace, thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking Tom. I lifted myself up so that my pussy lips were clasped around the top of Tom’s dick and pulsed there, rubbing my pussy lips against the head of his cock. This felt amazing, judging from Tom’s groaning, so I slammed myself down the full length of his shaft, then raised myself up again, pulsing against his head before slamming down again. Afterwards, Tom told me that although this felt great, he was still praying that I didn’t sit on his stomach, as his Christmas dinner might also make a sudden show in our intimate moments.
I pulled Tom forward, so that he was sitting upright, then swapped angles, so that I was lying down on the arm of the sofa. I wrapped my legs around Tom’s back as he slid his dick into me, pumping slowly, extending his full length into me. I was glad to be on the receiving end for a bit, my full stomach appreciating the cessation of movement. Tom’s rhythm increased as he became inflamed with desire, his dick ramming into my cunt.
We spiralled around, Tom sitting on the sofa like normal, while I straddled him, facing him. I pulled myself up again, leveraging against the sofa, feeling his dick slam down into my pussy.
“Turn around, you naughty girl.” Tom whispered, his eyes ablaze. I swung myself round and pushed my cunt down onto his dick again. Leaning back slightly and opening my legs so that they were outside of Tom’s, I licked my fingers and started rubbing my clit while Tom pumped his cock hard into me. I could feel my climax building and grabbed onto Tom’s leg, squeezing it and propelling it forward as a signal to fuck my pussy harder and deeper. He responded, straining his cock deep into my pussy, pulling out quickly then slamming in again. Tom’s hand replaced mine on my clit and rubbed even faster, allowing me to ride the orgasm that was about to burst, feeling it rock my body, thrusting my hips back and forth on Tom’s dick to fully soak up the climax.
As my orgasm subsided, Tom’s hand moved from my clit to my thigh, grabbing hold of me and pushing me against him, forcing his dick deeper and deeper into me until hot cum spurted into my pussy.
We both caught our breaths, Tom’s dick pulsing in my pussy as a post-orgasm comedown, making me gasp. I slid off Tom’s lap, cum dribbling down my leg. “That was fun.” I said, smiling.
“It was, although I was way too full to do that really.” Tom replied.
“Me too, but it was too hot to stop.” I answered, laughing. “I’m glad you felt the same way.” I leant in and kissed Tom’s cheek, his rough beard grazing my cheek.
Thus the moral of the story, if there is one, is that although we were both full and uncomfortable at times throughout that, it was also incredibly sexy and hot, so that we ended up losing ourselves in the moment and forgot all about our Christmas dinners.
Sex, Love and Desire 