‘Slippery gypsy’ SALLY’S STORY: I could hear the taps of the bath being turned on, the water gushing out and into the tub. Mitch must have had enough for the day, starting to unwind. He had been painting a lot these past few days, for the summer exhibition coming up. In fact so had I. Hours were spent in the studio, it seemed neither of us could get enough, express enough or experiment enough. My hair, clothes and hands were all smeared with a fleck of paint. I walked inside, and noticed Mitch's ripped jeans at the doorway to the bathroom. I could smell candles being burnt, an oaky scent mixed with something fresh. It was late afternoon, and the sunlight was still streaming through our large windows. Spring was in full swing here in Byron Bay. The days were getting longer and warmer, teasing us with summer. The noise of the water filling the bath saturates my ears, beckoning me to join. I enter our bedroom and begin peeling off my clothes, eager to join Mitch in the water; I stroll to the bathroom door. 'Want company?' I ask. Mitch looks up, smiling 'Of course gypsy'
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‘Slippery gypsy’ SALLY’S STORY: I could hear the taps of the bath being turned on, the water gushing out and into the tub. Mitch must have had enough for the day, starting to unwind. He had been painting a lot these past few days, for the summer exhibition coming up. In fact so had I. Hours were spent in the studio, it seemed neither of us could get enough, express enough or experiment enough. My hair, clothes and hands were all smeared with a fleck of paint. I walked inside, and noticed Mitch's ripped jeans at the doorway to the bathroom. I could smell candles being burnt, an oaky scent mixed with something fresh. It was late afternoon, and the sunlight was still streaming through our large windows. Spring was in full swing here in Byron Bay. The days were getting longer and warmer, teasing us with summer. The noise of the water filling the bath saturates my ears, beckoning me to join. I enter our bedroom and begin peeling off my clothes, eager to join Mitch in the water; I stroll to the bathroom door. 'Want company?' I ask. Mitch looks up, smiling 'Of course gypsy'
I love the way he calls me gypsy. I was only ever Sal or Sally if something serious was happening.. I slid my body into the tub. It was perfect temperature. The candles were throwing a beautiful light onto Mitch's face, making his cheekbones appear even sharper and his jaw line more intense. Mitch is particularly beautiful for a man; his lips had a perfect bow and were fuller than most peoples. His eyes were intense, a deep shade of Aqua/green. Sometimes his eyes would change whilst talking to him, from blue to green and an almost dark expression would come over his face. Haunted I would say, by something deeper. Something darker. The artist.
I close my eyes. My head falls back, the water begins running through my hair, down my face and my lips slightly part. I wonder if Mitch is watching. The water makes me feel sexy. Mitch’s hands find my breasts; he begins rubbing and pinching, sending heat throughout my body. He cups my pussy with one hand, and slowly moves across my lips, his finger parting them slightly then placing his palm flat, cupping me again. He freezes there for a few seconds. I nearly start to grind against his palm, but before I move, he begins to move his hand back and forth. His middle finger slips between my swelling lips, grazing my clit ever so slightly. He stops and his fingers move to part my lips. He traces across the delicate folds. The water flows in and around every part of me. One finger slides further into the folds, my knees buckle slightly and a soft moan escapes my lips. He continues to caress me, I am lost in the feeling; the thought of fucking him earlier in bed this morning enters my mind. Ever so present. I was straddling him, grinding him this morning. Ohhhh... I keep my eyes shut as Mitch continues to play with me. I'm so turned on. Teasing is over I think to myself. I want more. Need more. My hands find his, and I thrust him deeper, harder inside me.
‘Open your mouth’ Mitch whispers, as he pulls his hand from my grip and away from my pussy. I do as he commands with my eyes still closed and he slips his fingers inside my mouth, letting me taste myself. I lick his fingers clean, trying to suppress my smile.
Mitch wants to play dirty, he nearly always does. I have an idea. My eyes fly open. 'Now open your mouth’ I order him. I lean forward, grab at his cheeks and spit into his mouth. ‘Swallow it’ I say. He opens his mouth, proving himself with a clean tongue. Our eyes meet and our lips connect, kissing each other with the unspoken sexiness of what just went on. I pull away from the kiss. Beginning to straddle Mitch, I notice the water wash over his cock, it's hard and begging for me, but I wait, I like to watch. Mitch’s eyes are still closed. I place my hand under his ass, and move the water around so it hits his asshole, a sensation I know he will love. He moans. I hop on top of him, and roll my body and hips in rhythm. I love it this way. I fuck him like this for minutes. Grinding my clit against him. 'Stop, stop' he stutters, 'How about you get yourself against one of the Jets' Yes I smile down at him, I like this idea. I move my body so the jets slightly hit me at a different angle. Not quite as intense. My eyes close once again. I bend one knee, and straighten my other leg, placing my foot up against the tail end of the bath, for support. The angle of the water is just right, hitting my pussy. My own hands reach down and part my swollen lips, allowing the water to hit my delicate skin. The feeling, Ohhhh... It's like a million marvelous touches all at once. Again I moan, and my mind goes to Mitch, my lover, behind me. I think of his movements, long and slow, his torso pressed hard and heavy against my back as he grinds me. The water slips in between our bodies with every thrust, cooling and sending sensations throughout my entire body. The spray of water against my clit moves sporadically, stimulating me every few seconds. Oh yessss. Mmmmmm. I begin to move my hips, side to side, arching up and down. My soft moans become deeper, louder and Mitch continues to thrust slowly into me from behind. Whispering 'Come on my cock. That's it sweetheart. Explode' My orgasm comes quickly, forcefully, and my body spasms, my skin quivering. I lay silently, slowly letting the water flow over my body for a few moments, before looking back at Mitch with a wicked grin -‐ It's his turn.
My mind reels, what's something we haven’t done in while I ask myself? Mmm his cum, it's been a while since I have tasted him and swallowed his juices. I turn around, kneeling in front of him.
'How about you stand up, and stroke yourself in front of my face' I suggest. His eyebrows rise. He gathers himself quickly. 'Then...' I playfully add. 'Cum inside my mouth' His eyebrows rise again, this time he replies, 'Fuck your sexy gypsy' and quickly he begins to rub himself. It doesn't take long before his moans become louder, his knees shake slightly and I wrap my lips around his cock. Instantly he explodes inside my mouth, his cum shoots down the back of my throat, warm and alive. I swallow as he pulls himself out; my eyes meet his, a cheeky smile playing across both our faces. We both sink our bodies back into the water and hold one another, talking about what we liked best about our experience. Communicating. Communicating my sexual needs and understanding my partners has been the biggest success in the bedroom. Discovering exactly what I like and TALKING about it to my partner is how I have fulfilled my sexual wants and desires. You can't presume that your partner should know this if it’s not something you have discussed.
Every body is different. No two people feel the same pleasure or share the same desires. For me, I like to be fancied, desired. I like my partner to be spontaneous and explore my body as foreplay -‐ Kissing, grabbing and massaging various parts of my body before hand. I know my nipples and breast are sensitive to touch and quickly turn me on. I know I like to be dominant when I orgasm; on top or in control. I like sexy, suggestive talk during sex. For me though, the most important part of sex is the emotional connection and the feelings associated with that. Eye contact and energetic connection of the bodies -‐ The physical for me comes after the emotion attached to desire and sensuality. I know this about myself and communicate this. I also know that this is not the same as the woman standing next to me, because I know everyone is different. Everyone has diverse turn on's and bodies. Dedicate time to discover yourself, through breathing, touching, listening, reading and watching. Be ok with making adjustments or suggestions for what feels good for YOU during sex. Be gentle, open minded and present when discussing your sexual needs or wants. Enjoy yourself ☺
MITCH’S STORY: Sal has always been so beautiful in the water -‐ elegant, graceful, composed. Growing up by the sea she understands it -‐ She’s been educated by it her whole life. Whenever we’re in the water together I can hardly tell if she moves with it, or if the water moves with her. Maybe she was a mermaid in a past life…
She has a strong influence for ‘jaw dropping’ when we’re at the beach. Many men and women, and of course myself. As if it were real, I can envision her diving under a sunlit wave, bursting through the back and then with both hands wiping the water from her face. The sunlight mixing with the water on her tanned skin and washing down over her body -‐ she’s an incredible type of pretty when she’s wet. In the house we currently call home we have the most beautiful bathroom. Ceramic tiles, high windows and tropical plants surround the spa bath. The house is elevated so when we’re lying in the bath we have a view over the gardens and into the trees outside. It’s a perfect place to switch-‐off and I often treat myself to a bath, some incense and music. ‘Would you like some company?’ I looked over to see Sal’s pretty little head peaking through the bathroom door. ‘Of course Gypsy’ I replied. The door slowly swung open and she entered the room, already completely naked. Shaved, smooth, slightly oiled with her crazy blonde hair doing its thing and a cheeky grin on her face -‐ I knew what that look meant.
Sal moved over and stood in front of me on the bath mat, tied her hair back then cautiously entered the water. Lowering herself opposite me, I watched as the water washed over her body and she slunk down into the bath. Her eyes closed,
her head dropped back, her legs opened wide and she rested her ankles on the rim of the bath. ‘I’ll turn the jets on?’ I suggested. Sal replied with a simple nod. The bath was now alive, sucking and pumping and vibrating, circulating the hot water over every inch of our bodies. Sal seemed to be melting into another world; in her silence I could tell she was completely relaxed. So that she wouldn't notice I leaned slowly towards her, then reached out and gently put my hand on her inner thigh. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips opened slightly. Over the sound of the jets I was able to make out her faint moan. With my left hand I reached up, softly pinching her nipple. Simultaneously I worked both of my hands over her body, down deeper into the water. Inching forward slowly, massaging softly at first, increasing my strength with each movement. ‘Ooooohhhh’ she moaned, louder this time. Her tongue licked her top-‐lip and her teeth followed, gently biting and grinding as she moaned. Her breathing increased as my hands continued down her body -‐ closer, harder, deeper. I felt her stomach flex with excitement and her legs tense-‐up as my fingers met the lips of her pussy. ‘Ohhh fuck’ Sal exclaimed as she looked up at me, her eyes squinted, tiny beads of sweat across her face. That look in her eyes said a thousand words; she’d been teased enough. Slowly I drove my finger up inside her pussy.
‘Ohhhhh’ she moaned again, as her head dropped back. Back and fourth I moved inside her, before I felt Sal’s hands both grip my wrist and she thrust me inside harder, deeper, moving herself onto my hand as she did. ‘Open your mouth’ I suggested. I pulled my hand from her grip, up out of the water and slipped my finger into her mouth. Her tongue wrapped around my finger and licked it clean. Fuck she was so sexy, I was rock hard by now and fighting a heavy urge to thrust my cock inside her, but there’s always plenty of time for that. ‘Now open your mouth’ Sal ordered. As fast as I could do this, she leaned forward and with both hands grabbed my cheeks then spat in my mouth. ‘Swallow it’ she demanded. I did as I was told, opening up my mouth again and presenting my clean tongue as proof. Her eyes set on mine, they were like a monsoon of passion, desire, lust and love. Our lips connected, and our tongues grind against each other’s. I was so focused on the kiss that I hardly noticed her maneuvering onto me, straddling my torso and smoothly lowering herself onto my cock, filling her pussy as she relaxed and sunk down into the water.
With her hands still wrapped around my head she pulled herself up and then back down on my cock, grinding her clit against my stomach with each movement. I could feel water being sucked up and then pushed out as she continued; it was like whirlpool around my cock. The sensation of her juices and
vagina squeezing my hard-‐on combined was incredible. I’d only been inside her a minute and I was already on the verge of exploding. ‘Stop, stop, stop’ I said urgently, I didn’t want this to end just yet. ‘Turn around and try to get yourself in front of one of the jets’ I suggested. Her cheeky grin said what I wanted to hear and she got into position. Bending her right knee then stretching the left leg out straight, she positioned herself as close to the water stream as she could and instantly her body started flexing. ‘Oh fuck, yes this is good’ she stuttered, ‘Get inside me quick!’ From behind her I had a beautiful view of her perky bum thrusting towards the jet. I quickly got into position and slid myself inside her clenching pussy. This is one of my favorite positions, the angle in which my cock enters her creates a unique type of stimulation and feels amazing. I grabbed onto the rim on the bath and thrust into her. I made my movements slow and deep so that she could focus on the water running over her clit. ‘Ohhhh fuck, oh, oh, oh’ she moaned. Her body went stiff, her knees caved in and she hunched over the side on the bath. I only just managed to keep myself from being pushed out of her as she climaxed on my cock. Sal relaxed down into the water, her body still quivering and pulsing from her orgasm. ‘That was so intense, just give me a minute’ she said in a daze. There was water everywhere; I think we managed to flood half the room. Sal perked back up again, ‘Ok your turn. How about you stand in front of me and stroke yourself, then. . .’ She paused. ‘Cum in my mouth’ she said with a devilish grin. ‘Pwoahhhh, fuck you’re sexy Gypsy’ I exclaimed. Sal just giggled and rested down on her knees, caressing my balls, as I rubbed myself. I was already so worked up that it only took a minute. ‘OH, oh, oh’ that familiar burning sensation came up through my legs. I lost my breath. Rolled my eyes back in my head and just in time, Sal grabbed my cock and took it in her mouth. Her teeth gently gripping me as I exploded down her throat. Sal didn’t even flinch; she just looked up with a smile and swallowed.
Usually taking the lead in sex, something I’ve learned to embrace is her energy -‐ over mine. Her needs must be met in order to have good sex. Her orgasm should be as highly valued as my own. In my experience, many women love a guy who’s confident in bed, they want someone who can lead the way, but this has to go hand in hand with her needs, it can’t be one-‐sided. When I was younger and first started having sex, I can see now that I was often a selfish lover. The sex was always great, for me, but it wasn’t always full filing for her. Considering my partners feelings over mine has been my greatest lesson I’ve learned as a lover and this has in turn created better sex for us both. Rule number one -‐ she cum’s first…
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