The Sex Fog is what I call the zone I get into when I’m feeling inspired by a particular person and I get instantly turned on by their presence or the thought of them. When I'm in the fog, all else ceases to exist.
It’s more than just feeling horny, more than an attraction, at that moment I am taken over. I’m fogged.
It feels great, but I can't always control it and I’m definitely not in control when I'm in it. Lemme explain....
In this sacred sex fog… pretense, judgments, fears and expectations can not exist. It is a pure, innocent, and passionate place. If fears or judgments creep in the fog clears up. Then it devolves into just another awkward moment where all your vulnerabilities and insecurities are on display, and two people proceed to fumble, disconnected, toward a mediocre orgasm by sticking all the right body parts into all the correct places repeatedly.
The sacred sex fog is different…In this indulgent space, time does not exist. It can be a passionate ravaging for a just few minutes or several hours of diving into you. Five minutes or five hours reveling in every inch of your body flexing, pulsating, and moaning could feel like an entire day has passed. The sex fog also has its own language, it is a mix of sounds, words, touch, taste.
In this sacred space you and I are worshipped and safe.
You know when you have experienced it, it is the moment where the right person can make a crowded room disappear, the moments where you forget the past hurts and the current worries. Where it is only the two of you and every cell in your body and all the naughty sexy thoughts in your mind... are focused on them.
It is where your heart starts beating harder. Your breath is so heavy it makes your lips fall open, and your chest rise and fall... just trying to maintain some kind of balance.
It is when your every sense and sensation is peaking all at once and aching for that person. You can feel them from across the room penetrating through your body, through your lips, through your eyes.
It is in those moments where there is no need to speak with words, where their body talks to you and your body responds in kind… where pure… naked… wet and messy communication takes place.
Not everyone or anyone can induce a sex fog, no matter the effort. It's not anyone’s fault, it doesn’t have anything to do with how you look in that moment. Maybe it's pheromones or something, I don’t know.
I just know it is not easy to find… My person has been deployed for 6 months and is coming home soon...
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The moment has finally arrived, you are here in front of me… I'm already forgetting to breathe.
I hug you so hard, I don't know for how long, just wrapping my body and mind around you being back home.
Immediately, fog communication takes over. I don’t care we are not in the bedroom…
I release my arms from around you and start to glide my hands over you, feeling your muscles underneath your t-shirt. I slide my hands under your shirt and take it off. Finally touching skin to skin, I start reclaiming every inch of you… I slowly move downward, lowering myself and settling into a squat in front of you, eager to bury my face into you…to taste you.
I unbutton your pants, I can feel you grow and the weight of you waiting for me…
I pull your pants down, I bury my head into your boxer briefs between your leg and your balls… taking a deep breath, letting out a sigh of relief as I press my face into you, feeling you hard and heavy against my cheek.
I pull my face back…pull down your boxer briefs, your dick rises to my lips. I run my hand the length of you to the tip as I take a good look at you.
I wrap one hand firmly around the base, and the other around the center of your shaft and pause to wet my lips… you can feel my wet, hot, breath on the tip as I spit on the tip, and with my tongue pushing my spit down your shaft until my your tip is pressed gently against the back of my throat, triggering my mouth to drool just a little more.
Mmmm mmm I have missed the taste of you! I continue to slide my lips from your shaft to the tip as my mouth gets wetter.
You put your hand on my head, my hair falls between your fingers as you firmly press my head into you, as you grow harder… pulsing passed my lips, passed my tongue! I gasp quickly to take a breath before you seal my throat…
I can feel your eyes watching as I grab your ass and slowly push you a little farther inside my throat triggering my gag reflex for just a moment before I pull away to catch my breath.
I look up at you, my eyes watering, my mouth even wetter, and my LaLa is slippery and aching. We remove what is left of our clothes and move to the bedroom.
It has been so long since we have played, I am feeling giddy, like a shy schoolgirl, as you lay on the bed. I climb up in between your legs, lean over to give you a sweet kiss, and pause to enjoy moment and the moments about to cum.
I refocus to the task at hand and begin to properly lick you from your beautiful ass, up your swollen taint. I stop for a moment, just to make sure you are watching, before gently playing with your balls, sucking them into my mouth, fondling them with my tongue.
After I have gotten reacquainted with your beautiful body… I sit up and straddle my legs under yours, and prepare…taking the hair tie off my wrist and quickly pulling my hair back into a messy ponytail…
It is time for me to get into position… and you smile because you know it. You can’t help but grin expectantly as you watch me lick each hand and reassume my place one hand firmly around the base of your beautiful hard dick again.
You close your eyes and lay your head back on the bed, as my mouth lowers around you, warm and wet. As I come back up my other hand joins in, as it slides back down in one synchronized slippery motion with my mouth…
I move slowly and rhythmically at first… to ensure all moving bits are sufficiently wet.
My mouth gets wetter and the warm fluid fills the spaces between your shaft and my hand, moving as one, all the way from the base, back up to the tip and back down again.
My long stroke is respectable too. :P
My wetness is like a beacon to you. At the same moment, I begin to feel the wetness from my LaLa start to drip down my leg and feel my thighs become slippery…. you take my hands! You pull me up to you and kiss my messy wet lips gently, then roll me onto my back, and place my head on the pillow.
Butterflies shutter in my belly in anticipation because daddy looks hungry now!!! Not just the “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” kind of hungry. More like “my soul hasn’t eaten in months,” level of hungry! My LaLa twitches and again I forget to breathe
You get into position at my feet and look up at me. In clear wordless, sex fog communication, I can feel you give me instructions. Just with a look, and a sexy wicked loving smile. I know to stay still, it is daddy’s turn to play.
You focus your eyes back on my LaLa…
and even though this is what I want…what I have waited so long to feel again… I open my legs with slight hesitation. I take a deep breath and brace myself.
Because I know from this point on… I will be at your mercy.
]]>There is nothing like sexy, gritty, live music that can penetrate your body and soul. Deep rhythmic vibrations from the drums, the sounds pouring out of beautiful full lips, gliding past the expertly fondled curves of the sax… releasing a melody across the dance floor instructing my hips to move. The lyrics fused with the melody slip past my proverbial walls, deep into my mind and my soul.
On the dance floor, I feel vulnerable, exposed, and blissfully helpless as the music dominates my body, directing it effortlessly like a strong, skillful lover.
For a brief moment... life's noises are drowned out... the chatter is quieted, life makes sense, people make sense. We are aligned to the same beat, to the same vibration.
There is no more memorable lover…none so complete, so penetrating and playful…
When I walk into a club, I go directly to the dance floor. The feel and smell of the hot moving bodies become stronger the closer I get. Then I claim the first open spot closest to the music… I close my eyes and let the music saturate me and take advantage of every inch of my body.
Tonight I am going to visit that lover. I’m feeling feisty but almost ceremonial while getting ready.
Freshly waxed as I put on my crotch-less panties and 6 strap garter. I slide on my silky nude thigh-highs and clip them into the straps. I slip on my black satin pencil skirt with a slit up one thigh, to just above the garter strap. It can only be seen when I cross my legs, walk with a fierce stride, or when the music forces me to bend my knees, spread, and grind low into the beat.
I slide on my silky top that drapes down my back… to the top of my skirt, exposing my entire back. My back is the most sensitive spot on my body. Just feeling the breeze glide over it stimulates my LaLa, and puts a naughty grin on my face. This is more controlled naughtiness on my part. No one notices a naked back, not like they do with a low cut blouse or high cut mini-skirt… if it is noticed, it’s usually not until you are walking away. Using my long black hair sparingly, only exposing my vulnerability to whom I choose.
This is what I call peek-a-boo sexy. The kind of sexy that you don’t notice unless I move a certain way to expose myself, or unless you are paying close attention.
I am almost ready to head out. I slip on my high heels and strap them up, grab my wrap and I’m on my way.
]]>I sit up and straddle my legs up under your legs, take the hair tie off my wrist and pull my hair back into a messy ponytail… mama is getting into position… and daddy knows it. You can’t help but smile as you watch me lick each hand as I wrap one around the base, the other around the shaft. You close your eyes and lay your head back as my mouth lowers around you and my hands slide down in one synchronized motion… slowly at first… to ensure all moving bits are sufficiently wet.
My mouth gets wetter and the warm fluid fills the spaces between your shaft and my hands. My mouth and hands are moving as one, all the way from the base, along the shaft until my last hand is choking the tip and back down again… mama’s long stroke is respectable too.
I can feel my thighs become slippery as I am swallowing daddy whole. Its like a beacon to you, almost at the same moment I begin to feel the wetness from my LaLa start to drip down my leg… you take my hands, pull me up to you, kiss my messy wet lips gently, as you log roll me on my back, and place my head on the pillow.
Butterflies shutter in my belly a little cuz daddy looks hungry, and not just the “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” kind of hungry. More like “my soul hasn’t eaten in months,” level of hungry as your focus changes and you position yourself at my feet and look up at me. In full fog communication, I can feel your instructions as you focus your eyes back on LaLa… and even though this is what I want I open my legs with a slight hesitation, taking deep breaths and bracing myself.
I know from this point on, I will be at your mercy.
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