A long time ago this was published in a blog I once authored but has since been deleted due to circumstances in my life running completely out of control. This was a dream I had long ago in a different world. Its entirely true and for some reason you've inspired me to share again. This post is special to me as it was my first sugasm and it even recieved mention on Fleshbot. I never felt that my words and experiences counted for much until then.

I hope that you don't mind...

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It was hazy as though I had been drinking. I remember just a mere outline of his form as he hovered over me. I felt his fingertips ever so gently skim across my belly and my thighs. I could feel his breath upon my cheeks as he lowered himself to my young and yearning body. He brought those tender lips to my throat as he slowly pressed himself to my opening.

I felt his rock hard cock pushing at the throbbing lips of my soft wet pussy. There was a slight resistance and then a short sharp pain as he broke the threshold and buried himself deep inside me.

He began to slide in and out in a rhythm almost like a sweet song that only he could hear. I began to feel his music. My body rose to his unheard beat. My insides trembled to the distant drums. Rocking, back and forth, in and out - my vision began to blur.

I felt strange, almost detached from myself yet hyper aware. I felt like I was sliding into him. Together yet so very far apart. There was a bright flash. Was this what the French called "le petit mort"? I thought for an instant that I had died.

Oh but I was alive. So very alive. Just then I saw clearly. I was on top. He must have pulled me up and in my passion I hadn't noticed. I was riding him so hard, bucking against him. Up and down, in and out...

I began to feel queasy, lightheaded. I had butterflies in my chest - I thought my heart was going to explode. My loins quivered, throbbed, pulsated as though they were about to burst apart. I looked down at him. If I was going to die - I needed to see his eyes one last time.

What I saw frightened me as well as excited me. My entire body went icy cold and white hot at the same time when I realized that I was looking into my own eyes. I was riding, driving, thrusting into my own quivering pussy. I was lying under him being fucked by him and yet I had become him and I was thrusting for all I was worth into the warm sweet pussy that was mine. I had become him as he rode my hot body to heights I had never even dreamed of. I felt my rock hard erection swell to an almost painful size and my testicles began to tighten. My eyes welled with tears and my heart swelled with joy as I saw that she was coming too.

Her eyes glazed over, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Those silky red lips swollen from my teeth, puckered to recieve me and only me.

I lost all control and began pumping into her with all of my power. She responded by rising to meet my thrusts. Our bodies slammed together with a force like nothing I had ever seen and then as her muscles gripped my cock I felt my own body let go. I felt a rush which drained the very life out of me as I shot my load into her womb. I felt myself collapse upon her chest just as her arms came up to wrap around my neck. Our damp faces touched and our lips met one last time,...

Then I felt a pounding in my head - the blood rushing back. She became just a hazy silhouette. I tried to see her face more clearly but she was fading so fast. I felt an uncomfortable dampness and then I saw a bright light. I tried to shake it off,...I tried to call her back, to hang onto this wonderful dream but it was too late. The light of dawn had intruded upon the greatest passion I had ever known.

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**Originally published on Monday, July 10, 2006 at Xantasia.blogspot.com

I hope to one day regain the ability to open like that again...

[Oh my, Jean. That's a nice story about a very cool shift in perspective. Something like that sort of happened to me once where I suddenly felt like I was experiencing my partner's motion -- which was totally different than mine -- instead of, well, mine. Thanks! --fl]

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Hmm, spamulator still doesn't like my comments. Since I've already typed it out, let me try again without the URL.

Being anonymous on the Internet is a great cure for shyness. Since you asked for it:

In my last two years of college, I dated a nice, wholesome Catholic boy. (My parents were thrilled.) He was also a cross-dresser who liked the idea of being dominated. (My parents had no idea.) He did the respectful thing and warned me about his sexual quirks in a neutral setting. Instead of being scared off, I decided to explore with him. This is one of my favorite memories:

After a year of evading parents and nosy roommates, I'd finally gotten him alone in the privacy of my first apartment. He put on a silk nightgown and a pair of improbably high heels that he'd brought with him. I started out in my usual jeans-and-T-shirt uniform, but somehow ended up in my underwear pretty quickly. For a while, we just sat on my bed and kissed. I let him bask in the feel of silk against his body. I basked in the feel of silk pressed between our chests, and between my arms and his back. Then I decided that it would be fun to tie him to my chair. I had no formal understanding of how to tie people up, and no rope, but I had some scarves that did the job. I tied each of his legs to one of the chair legs, and his hands to the slats in back. Then I teased him for about an hour. He got to watch me masturbate (ha ha, I had my hands free!), but if he wanted me to touch him, he had to ask very nicely. And if I didn't think he'd asked nicely enough, I made him do me a favor (e.g., nipple licking, telling me what he'd like to do if I untied his hands, asking again using a dirty word of my choice). He begged me to untie him, but I made him come without doing so.

Ah, college boyfriend. If it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be the kinky freak I am today.

[Wow, that's an *incredible* story. Or rather it would be if it wasn't so entirely credible. :-) I loved it. Thanks. --fl]

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