Based on our first, and only, "in person" meeting weeks before--that lost hotel weekend certainly let us know what to expect with our upcoming cabin week in the woods! We already knew we fit incredibly well together!
We knew even before that, with a month of nearly constant texting/talking having us comfortable before ever meeting. Then, the daily "I Love You's", between our hotel coupling and cabin week, were like "foreplay-fuel"! Fueling the building anticipation of seeing each other again!
The escalating excitement about the upcoming cabin week had us "horny as hell"! Planning a trip on the heels of our weekend of "marathon-sex", had those memories fresh in our minds...and in my body!
My mind kept conjuring those fresh tantalizing visions of our lovemaking...to the point of even feeling them...triggering "tissue memory"! Over those lustful weeks of waiting, I was getting non-stimulated mini orgasms just from hearing his voice or thinking about him! God, those two weeks of waiting to "feel" each other again were hell!
We escalated it by talking about how we'd be touching each other on the 3-hour drive upstate! I teased him with the scenario of the passing semi-truck drivers blasting their horns when seeing my head bobbing over his lap--giving him a blow job! He said his right hand would be busy between my legs the entire drive!
Our sexting was getting off-the-charts, gearing us up to what we knew would be, not just a "weekend" of marathon sex, but nearly a "week"--giving us all kinds of new scenarios to discuss...and making us near bursting to start trying them out as soon as we got there!!
It really is so much more than that though...given the depths in conversation we'd reached--showing immense vulnerability--making our connection much more profound! After declaring feelings, the desire to fast-track through emotional issues was mutual...facilitating a speedier sense of security and trust...the kind needed to create a freedom to soar sexually!
This had us eager to face those "fears of rejection"--plowing through very sensitive issues rapidly indeed! I don't know if it's the years of my self-work, or simply our souls resonating, as sharing flowed so easily with him. Especially with issues like...my "childhood sexual abuse" and his "life-long anxieties". Our mutual empathy having us going even deeper--discussing frailties experienced and strengths discovered from those challenges.
We discussed our preferences too--his for older women and mine for younger men. His starting with a high school teacher infatuation--mine stemming from early childhood probably.
This partnership in sharing, left us with the realization that we are "kindred spirits"--in regard to being "social pleasers". We have both pushed through life with grace, enduring the "ever challenging" by deriving happiness from pleasing others--or deriving peace from keeping others happy.
So yes, it's possible...that a month of nearly constant communication could instill a trust--enabling a "lifting of inhibitions"--normally taking years to reach. This most definitely made for a whole different ball game in the bedroom for us. Even with the extreme levels of "uninhibited exploration" (aka "kinky sex" ) we reached--it was more than "sex"...it was "lovemaking"! Yes, albeit "dynamic lovemaking"...yet, "lovemaking" nonetheless. And we had nearly a week to let it soar to incredible heights!
The universe was on our side for that glorious week in the cabin by providing rain and scorching heat. So, like our hotel stay, we ended up spending most of our time in bed again!
To avoid the rain/heat, we did our meals mostly inside the cabin--except for going out to dinner on my birthday--we didn't even unpack the grilling tools to eat outside. The sweet man surprised me with a birthday cake and beautiful Infinity bracelet when we got back to the cabin the night of my birthday too!
Dinners (when we got around to them) were followed by five nights of sexual bliss, with mornings mimicking those nights. The lovemaking was broken only by afternoon sightseeing drives--returning to start the evenings the same way all over again! We were truly "Playing House"--cooking and Christening different spots in the cabin! I've never been so utterly happy and satiated in my life!
Those "evening withdrawal-quenching rounds"--following our hours-long, "non-touching" sightseeing drives--were, oh so timely! Unlike our first day's reunion drive to the cabin (when we couldn't keep our hands off each other), I'd purposely tried to refrain from touching him on our daily outings (giving our bodies a rest and creating yearning from the abstinence outside the cabin).
Man, those afternoon drives--even with making us feel as free as we'll ever be, basking in the dappled sunlight flickering through the trees--also had me in a constant state of restraint! Keeping my gravitating, yearning hands away from his body for any length of time was agonizing! Our insatiability had me in a "sexual overdrive" frame of mind!
It was like we were in a "honeymoon" state of being--fucking like bunnies! It's interesting I used that analogy, as indeed a desired state of "marriage" was mutually professed...not in the usual sense, but just as sincere in that moment!
Our mutual professions--affirming the certainty of our "marriage"--happened one drunken night, while talking at the cabin's two-seater table. The intensity, on a personally intimate level, was palpable! My unexpected emotional state was met with his surprisingly earnest response, in asking me if..."I would have been married to him".
Well, it was more of a "mock proposal"...more of an agreement...an absolute really--that, given a different "time/place/dimension"...metaphysically, we would be "married"! His sincerity made it feel as if it truly "had been real" when he said:
"You feel we have been MARRIED before too, right?"
My response was an emphatic--"YES"--a response given with no hesitation, and with absolute certainly! I can only explain this as two energetic beings having had a strong previous connection possibly--as it really does feel like we have a connection beyond the physical and the barriers of time.
It got a bit sad after that, as we comforted each other when thoughts of the outside world filtered into our cabin-bubble. Unshed tears could be heard in my voice, as I found myself thinking out loud--repeating..."stay in the moment "..."stay in the moment "...like a mantra--used to remind myself about the absolute need of "staying in the moment" and "not worrying about the future". For, as much as we both wanted one together, the reality of our 40-year age gap would always be present. We were realistic about our ages playing differently on society's mind...even if oblivious to us while in our beautiful bubble!
Our drunken state fueled hope though. Hope that--with acceptance of sexual preferences/orientations improving--"ageism" in romances will become nonexistent someday too. A hope that people will use their "higher selves" (birth's purity before humanity's prejudices/untruths) to see the beauty in "LOVE"...no matter the differences in those pairing to share it!
Seeing the tears in my eyes, he surprised me by suddenly, and masterfully, sliding my chair over to his. My chair landing right between his legs, as he straddled his backwards--having our noses nearly touching. He then said, with the sincerest eyes I'd ever seen:
"I want to do this--I want to be as close as possible with you, for as long as we can be!"
After hugging and kissing, we sat with locked gazes--wordlessly telling each other we understood, and that it was enough...it had to be.
There forward, somewhere between/during the night's wild rounds, and the morning ones--a groove of "smooth tantric endlessness" took over at times. Created from a pure connection of our "higher selves" and expressed through a sheer transcendent state of bliss.
God bless him...he had discovered the difference! Blowing my mind by asking if I "WANTED" him to hold back his orgasm! OMG, he'd figured it out without any instruction from me thankfully (hell if knew how to instruct a man on delaying his orgasm)!
That he even got the concept of "tantric sex"--of it being "a choice", and "in his control"--then offering me that choice, felt miraculous! If known, this type of sex truly would be every woman's dream! Now, having experienced it, will most definitely be mine! With the understanding that tantric sex is a special, lengthy form of lovemaking--like a treat that may need to be coupled with other forms of sex, as we were doing.
I mean, it certainly is special to be given the gift of multiple orgasms, enhanced by his unspoken permission to take as long as I wanted--while giving me the blessing of that tranquil, stress-free pace he was setting--not concerning himself with reaching his own orgasm, but with prolonging the euphoric connection we were sharing!
He did a "tantric anal sex" with me too! I loved his light frame laying on my back, slowly moving inside my ass, with our fingers entwined and cheeks touching...bringing me to orgasm after anal orgasm!
It was truly amazing that he'd become a tantric lover without me even realizing it!! And he started throwing other intriguing things at me too...blowing my mind with one new thing after another! Not just his newly mastered digital skills (like simultaneous clit/g-spot/anal stimulation), but his own flirtatious flairs!
He started this "teasing business" when kissing, that never failed to exhilarate me! Like he would be moving in for a kiss, and then withdraw just before our lips touched--pulling back slightly to give me that adorable, mischievous look while purring something under his breath--then coming right back at me with one of those passionate, muscle-clinching kisses! Fuck! He had me spiraling to such heights every time he did that!
I also loved that we could go from tantric lovemaking--to kinky play--and back again. The bag of "lingerie and toys" I brought, certainly helped with our playtime endeavors!
I was so delighted he was a "lingerie man"! Watching him pull item after item from the bag I'd brought was truly a joyous occasion! He was clearly into the "Goodie Bag"--we'd appropriately dubbed it for its contents of sexy lingerie, vibrator, lube, candles, chocolate syrup etc (even an enema bulb, which we made use of in the shower)!
He was like a "kid in a candy store"--adorably holding up every item! He was even cuter when dressing me in different lingerie every night! We never got around to using the chocolate syrup but got very playful squirting whipped cream different places and licking it off each other!
The bedroom acrobatics were incredible with him--as his agile, lean, petite, beautiful body was like that of a dancer! He could get into all kinds of positions quickly and, being slightly taller, fit my body perfectly!
He really was "perfect" for me...literally. Before ever knowing of him, while journaling, I'd described "my ideal man" (right down to his dark hair/eyes, kind/altruistic nature, body type, intelligence, and insatiability). It was uncanny! Especially when he said I was perfect for him too--his "perfect" being a mature BBW. We both thought our willingness to welcome "love" into our relationship, as perfect for each other too!
It seemed the journey of sexual/sensual exploration we were on took different glorious paths with every round...and with about three rounds per session and about three sessions a day...we really were exploring many different paths! We'd also shared a "bucket list"--our list of the sexual acts we'd like to try during our cabin week get-away.
His "wish list" included - "69", anal, doggy and shower sex. I also wanted shower sex, as we even talked of rimming each other, and about using the enema bulb in the shower on each other first (both being virgins at "giving" this kind of ass play).
I must do research about a man's ass, so I can truly please with confidence! It's become extremely exciting, the thought of bringing him to an anal orgasm, now knowing he's into it!
I wouldn't call our first attempts unsuccessful--more like learning experiences inspiring more practice to make perfect! I'd truly like to get over my "ignorance-induced" shyness at pushing something inside him though--including my tongue, my fingers, vibrator, or that enema bulb. I think I was too timid...maybe too gentle...hmmm? I don't know because he was such a quiet lover!
How could I know what was pleasing him when he didn’t make a sound! We worked on that, and I finally got sounds out of him when deep-throating him! We talked about the importance of hearing your lover's pleasure (I'm very loud myself). Thankfully, he got louder as the week went on!
On a less kinky note--even though my "bucket list" included outdoor sex--my favorite is the "missionary tantric sex" he gave me! That deep, grinding, swirling penetration--done with intense eye contact...oh, there's nothing more glorious!
It truly was "ethereal" when he discovered how to "see me"--learning how to follow my body...and my eyes. As our eyes locked, he recognized when mine would roll slowly back in my head, following my widening lids, and in-turn opening his. Our eyes widening with the unspoken astonishment at the building energy--signaling in unison, that yet another orgasm was surfacing in me!
Thank God he seemed into having me hover in that state of bliss! He was probably enjoying his new-found power of having control in giving a woman multiple orgasms--realizing how truly glorious it is to be so in sync with a lover!
His acute awareness, coupled with his newly "mastered control"--could have us hovering (instead of letting his own orgasm come) seemingly forever. OMG, what a state of being...actually staying "in the moment"--with the goal of his own orgasm forgotten...my repeated orgasms his new intention, if not his goal.
When we agreed on his orgasm as "our goal"--to actually let himself cum inside me--I wanted to do it simultaneously. I had him telling me when he was going to cum...and OH MY FUCKING GOD...when he did...we did...cum together...it was always explosive!!!!
There were other "bucket list" things we didn't get to, like taking the blow-up mattress outside to an open clearing in the woods, so we could make love under the stars. We even drove searching for the best spots to have sex under the stars and in water skinny dipping.
The weather, or the pull of our bed didn't cooperate in those plans--which did make it oh so conducive to do so much more in the privacy of our little cabin! We were "Playing House" and enjoying every minute of it!!
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Hi Mary,
Sounds like things are going great. I'm so glad for you.
Big, big hugs,
Tom
Hey Tom, it's gotten interesting. Will catch up with you soon. 😊
@sweetmamm
Okay