The Best Sexcapades... Ever

I love sex. I have some type of love for all of my past fuck buddies, even if it's just for being able to fill a carnal need. But I must say the best sex is when you can open your eyes with your partner on top of you, look into their eyes, and the the look they give you makes you cum alone. That is the best sex. You rarely get such passion with sex, well at least not with fuck buddies. That's the difference between fucking and making love.
Two days ago, my boyfriend and I were both pretty sick. We had went away for the weekend, to visit his friends... which was an experience in and of itself as they are hardcore swingers. (I promise that will be a post soon) We went to grab late lunch at a Greek restaurant we always go to. The waiters know us, and even know what we're going to order. We sit in the same spot. It was where we had our second date. My boyfriend had been far more sick than myself, and knew I wanted him inside of me badly, but due to his illness, and lack of strength at the time, we postponed our romp.
As usual, I made not so subtle hints and jokes over the meal about how badly I wanted him. After the meal, we went to a health food and juice bar spot that he swears by. The older man that goes by the name Mr. Kim made us a strange concoction for our sore throats, and my boyfriend bought a miracle pill. At first I thought it was joke, but he really bought it. Now, let it be known that the last thing is a performance enhancement, so him taking this pill was funny to me. He's the only person that makes me cum four times from his tongue alone, and then twice when he's inside of me.
After leaving Mr. Kim's we went home to clean. I was doing dishes, and like always, had no pants on, just a pair of thongs and his sweatshirt. I hate pants, and never wear them when we're home (yes, we live together). He took the pill... and thirty minutes later he pulled my thongs down while I was doing dishes and stuck his fingers inside of me. Right when I was about to cum... he stopped, and walked into the bedroom. He called for me, as if I need encouragement, and I followed, jumping into bed on top of him. We kissed, tongues swirling around, wrestling, his hands raking my back as I pressed against him. I leaned forward, and took his hard, thick cock into my mouth. While I sucked his cock, he slid his fingers back inside, moaning when he felt how wet I was. While I swallowed his cock down my throat, he played with my clit, making me moan and grasp. Finally he pulled me by my hair (which I love) saying "I need to be inside of you." and flipped me over, opening my legs and sliding inside. Now, I didn't notice until he was inside... but his already thick cock seemed to stretch me even more than usual. Later, while reading about his little pill he took, I saw that it supposedly increased penis size. It definitely does.
I love making love to him because he's so passionate. His hands are all over my body, his lips sliding from my neck to my lips, and he fills me in ways no one else ever has. This was only round one out of four... and they were all amazing. I was so exhausted afterwards that I passed out for a good three hours... only to wake up, make love once more, then fall asleep in his arms.
I love being able to fall asleep with his arms around me, and waking up each morning to him still holding me. I love him so much.

I'm Back!

So, many of you may be wondering what happened to all of my sexcapades. I'm quite pleased to tell you that they have not stopped at all. In fact, they've only gotten better thanks to my boyfriend of four months. Now, this is not someone I've ever written about. in fact, he's had me so preoccupied I haven't had the chance.
He's about six foot (because I'm five foot six, and can't date "down"), Irish, and has enough muscle to make the Hulk a little jealous. Yes. He also has quite a few tattoos, which I love. It's just an all around good thing.
Now, I don't consider myself an easy girl to date. My daddy issues coupled with the fear to let my emotions show makes it nearly impossible for me to open up with 98.9% of people. My boyfriend is in that very small 1.09 percentile.
Our first date turned into a weekend of plain weirdness. He picked me up, we went for sushi, then picked his friend up and went bowling. After that, we ended up driving to the only liquor store on the East coast up that late, getting some Bacardi and trying to find some street races. We never did. It was okay though, we parked by the docks, and my now boyfriend and I drank the Bacardi, while chatting with his friend. I've never had so much doing... well nothing. After that, we went to diner, as the sun was nearly up. I had every intention of going home... but his blue eyes and pretty smile convinced me to just stay for a while. The three of us ended up at his house, watching movies. Finally, he took his friend home, and brought back bagels for the two of us. We watched scary movies, then proceeded to have amazing sex, leading to the best orgasm I've ever had. He eats the ABSOLUTE best pussy. Ever.
By that time, we both needed some sleep, so we fell asleep cuddling. Again, I had ever intention of going home... but this time I just didn't want to. We laid around for a while, another one of his friends stopped by, and we ordered pizza and chatted for a while. After he left, we watched another scary movie, then went out for dinner. After that, we decided I'd go back home the next morning, before his boxing session. So proceeded to do laundry, picking up his friend that I met the night before. He threw my clothes i nthe was, letting me wear his clothes in the meantime.
After dropping his friend off, we went home, and had more AMAZING sex. What I really loved (and still do) is the fact that he is as cuddle-y as myself. I'm not one to want to be held, and cuddled by everyone, I like my personal space, even with fuck buddies, but there's something so secure and stable that I feel when I'm in his arms. I love it.
The next morning, I did go home... but not before giving him morning head that he said "almost mad him fall over". ;]