Marisol Poleviyaoma (author)


Marisol poleviyaoma

The sense of hunger, of desperation, of fierce, aggressive need, seem to have all been absorbed into Hera’s greedy, needy, famished cunt. I’m calmer, I can savor the feelings of delight and joy, the almost gourmet experience of the slow, deep, fullness that Taylor’s flight deck brings to my nerve endings. I’m a connoisseur, and my thrill is that of highest form of discerning pleasure. My orgasms unfold like blossoms rather than explosions, and my awareness is enhanced. Never have I been so satisfied.

My relaxed response has an affect on Taylor. Even with Hera’s enthusiastic and vocal encouragement, the strokes are slow and deep, the thrusting is almost toying, and Taylor’s buildup is gradual. I can feel it beginning long before his seed bursts into me, and when he cums, it’s a long, drawn out shudder from his body to match the moan from his lips, and the gentle pulsing inside me seems to fill me with more cum than I’ve carried in a while. For a minute, I lay on top of him, letting the semen pool inside of me. Then I clamp my kegels shut, as I pull my body off of him, and give him a long deep kiss.

"That was awesome! It was like a slow, romantic dance! You two are so beautiful. I wish I could fuck like that!" Hera is effusive.

"Really?" I’m genuinely surprised. "I thought you liked your intensity. It’s super erotic the way you get possessed by the moment."

"I do like it, but you’re right. I feel possessed by it. It’s something that controls me, and I feel helpless. When I see the way you and Taylor fuck, it’s like watching a couple of accomplished athletes. You’re so graceful, so skilled. The moment doesn’t own you like it does me. You own the moment."

"I’ll tell you a little secret," Taylor interjects with a smile. "We don’t usually fuck like this. I think something in our sexual responses has been evolving lately."

"I think so," I agree. "I feel like a completely different sexual being than I did two years ago, or a year ago, or six months ago, or even a week ago. As far as I’m concerned, Hera, you’re part of that."

"Don’t blame me," she laughs. "I just got here!"

"Do you still mind if Taylor drives you home later?" I ask as a way of reminder. "Hey, maybe if he’s lucky he can meet your mother."

"What?" Taylor looks concerned.

"He might," Hera nods. "I think it’ll be fun."

We chat a few more minutes while I take in the lingering aroma of sweat and cum, but I know my time is limited. I have someplace I need to be. I take my leave, kiss them both with sincere passion, throw on my minimal clothing, and head out the door. I am glad I met Hera, glad I’ve introduced her to Taylor, and I happily imagine the adventures they’ll have together later today. Of course they’ll be giving me the details soon. Hera’s going to make Taylor and myself, and hopefully our other lovers, very happy. I’m a lucky girl.

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