Mind-blown









This is a very short account of a pocket of time but its defiantly worth recording and I'm hoping its defiantly worth reading (and possibly wanking over). I really hope those of you reading this are getting a vivid account of this awesome moment. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences I've had to date. It was litterly like something out of a film and i was so sexually charged and turned on, i could have possibly exploded.
So me and my current boyfriend had been going out a couple of months and were fucking like rabbits whenever we could....which we are still like even to this day, well a little bit but the honeymoon period coming to an end is enviable, so there's not much i can do about that!
We had been having awesome sex all night but there were two pockets of time that were without a doubt the best parts of that night. We had shared a very small spliff between us a couple of hours earlier which of course makes the sexual organs become  more enlightened and generally makes you become more relaxed in yourself.

we had spent loads of time kissing and cuddling and making rampant love while in our spooning position. He didn't really know the deeper part of my mind yet at this point but i think he knew i was still a dirty bitch. He knew i loved it rough and knew how wet and excited i got when i pounded my pussy hard and fast with his beautiful nine inch member. He knew how wet i got when he pulled my hair but this experience just happened out of the blue and it blew my mind!

We had been downstairs having a chat and a cigarette and one minute we were walking up the stairs back to his bedroom, when without any warning or verbal indication, Paul grabbed me from the behind and walked me into the front bedroom. The emptiness of the room created such a  perfect backdrop. He pushed me so i stood up against the window, started kissing the back of my neck, then unexpectly slid the robe rope from around my waste and wrapped it around my neck. He must have been getting hard from as soon as he pushed me into the room as he was almost over half way hard and forced his cock deep inside me from behind. He started to fuck me really hard and pull very hard on the rope too. As I held onto the windows handles to steady myself, my head began to feel completely light headed and in a strange way completely free. He loosened it to give me air while continuing to fuck me, his cock getting even harder and bigger with sheer excitement. The sheer amount of control he had over me in that moment excited the both of us and as he thrusted his cock harder and faster into me, he tugged on it again but this time I completely blanked out and as I came around, my head felt completely buzzing and I as I started to shake violently; he held me up. I must have been completely lifeless with my weight for a few seconds and that left his mind begging for more, As I gained my grip onto the window handles, and slowly began to regain control over my body, he fucked me more and went to do it again but the light-headed sensation was taking over my perception and kind of killed the whole moment.























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