♦ I mentioned a little while ago, before Christmas, that I’d taken a little tumble in a bit of a dispute with the edge of a paving slab. In what I can only assume is a related bit of rib fun I’ve been suffering for about a week with absolutely hideous back/waist/flank pain on one side. Worse than the original injury by far, in fact. So painful that the doctor summoned me up some delicious, delicious opiates to ease things a little. Even with these, things have been…ouchy.

Coupled with this old-womanyness is the fact that both Fractal and I spent Christmas at my dad’s house in the room next to my bat-eared, insomniac sister. Given all this we’d basically resigned ourselves to building up the tension until we returned to our own flat, where, back-joy allowing, we’d have an immense fuck-a-thon.

Would it surprise you to learn that in the end we entirely failed to wait that long?

So close, as well! So very close! But our failure was wonderful fun.

It was the night before returning-back-to-Cardiffmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for Fractal and I. And even we were on our way to bed. Sleepy.

But we forgot a vitally important danger, the danger of…..spooning! Oh spooning, the insidious seducer, the spark that ignites snoozing lusts, the cosy but erotic arrangement of skin on skin, bodies pressed close, thigh against thigh, arms wrapped around breasts, cock snuggled into buttocks.

It wasn’t long before Fractal’s penis sprang unbidden into erection and before I really knew it I was rubbing my ass against him, small circles, presses, wriggling slightly in his grasp. I bent at the waist slightly and we were both suddenly engaged in the struggle to find an angle where he could slide his cock inside me.

After much fidgeting we had found it and he thrust his cock in up to the hilt. It felt glorious. In my opinion there is nothing in the world like the first anticipated full-length slide of sex into sex. Being filled up, opened up, made to gasp.

My bed at home is creaky and so we had to be careful, but luckily our movements didn’t make a sound except our somewhat heavy breathing and my occasional minuscule murmurs of pleasure. It had been quite a gap and I’ve no shame in saying that I was pretty desperate for a good fucking, so we both moved with a sort of repressed franticness, feeling every milimetre of movement magnified.

Fractal fucked me deeply and pinched my left nipple between his fingers. When he thought, rightly, that I was about to come he stopped and swiftly withdrew. I murmured again, this time in disappointment, but turned to him and began kissing him, grateful for the wonderful sex and just amazed by how much I love him.

After kisses and such we turned back to getting to sleep.

It didn’t last long.

As he pressed up against me, spoon fashion as Fanny Hill heard it called, his still-erect cock slipped effortlessly and unintentionally back into my slick sex. Immediately we were at it again, moving slowly but surely back and forth. Deep, long thrusts. His cock felt like something else inside me, thick, hard, perfect.

“Pinch my nipple.” I whispered.

He did so.

“Harder, please”

He did that too. Then his hand started sliding down my side, aiming for between my legs. I opened them wide, allowing his hand access. He began to rub my clitoris firmly. I groaned quietly and took over his previous task of nipple-pinching.

It was all heaven, it seemed like we were both lost in some delirious little pocket plane where all we could sense was the movement of our bodies and the feelings it created. I was getting to close to the edge, very close, and I knew we were supposed to be saving that for the next day, so I told Fractal to be careful.

Breathily he replied “It’s too late for me at least.”

No turning back now, he was going to come. And it was sexy to hear it, not just because I like him coming but also the fact that he couldn’t control it any longer, he was helpless, he was going to come whether he wanted to or not. The tone helped too, ragged, needy, a little sheepish perhaps.

He came inside me and tipped me over the edge as he did so. Waves of pleasure hit the both of us and when done he collapsed back, now half beneath me. But the whole session had been immensely hot and I was still full of pent-up sex-energy. I started touching myself.

I rubbed my clitoris, fingers wet with our mixed juices, ass pressed into his still-hard cock, both also damp and hot. It was so sexy to be masturbating after sex like that, covered in dirty, lovely come and sweat, hearing him breathing heavily next to me, lights off, dark and quiet and tense. I came hard, then a second smaller orgasm attaching to the tail end of the first.

I too collapsed, turned lazily and began to cover Fractal’s face in kisses. We beamed at each other. It had been a good way to fail to wait.  ♦