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Color to the Blind: Telling Men How it Feels to Have Your Pussy Fucked  

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9/11/2021 1:08 am
Color to the Blind: Telling Men How it Feels to Have Your Pussy Fucked

He aligned the tip of his bulbous cock to the opening of my vagina, and slowly pushed himself inside. Pause the scene.

We’re all animals, so we understand sex in our own self-centric way. Men, you think of fucking in terms of a dick inside a pussy. But the perspective is different for me. It’s not a protruding external appendage that’s being pleased by strange flesh. It’s less a sensation that something is merely in a part of me. The physics of fucking doesn’t stop at my vaginal walls, so the pussy is me.

We women know the heat, wetness, sliding, and squeezing sensations that make you moan. But so few of you know at all the basic sensations that we feel. Even being fucked in the ass isn’t quite the same.

Have you ever pushed a finger into jelly and felt it slide outward and around the intruding digit? Stretched a muscle that really needs it? Had an erogenous zone kissed just the right way so you almost couldn’t take it? You’ve licked a clit and seen her legs jump, and I’m sure you’re an attentive enough lover to connect that to your experience of hitting your funny bone — direct manipulation of a nerve.

You don’t know and no woman has told you, so I will. That’s how it feels. I am the jelly making way as he pushes into my body. Each thrust sends delicious wet, rippling waves through my cloud-soft insides. You can’t know this sensation, guys, just like I can’t know the singing tingle of a pussy sliding down the skin of your dick. But imagine that feeling spreading outward in waves instead of sliding linearly. Yes, it is very nice.

As he parts my soft tissue, the muscles of my vaginal opening are forced to stretch the only way they can, and it feels just like a<b> sore </font></b>body being kept limber the day after an uncommonly hard workout. There is no athletic pose to relieve the tension and soreness of these muscles without penetration, so this is a muscle group that has needed a stretch for some time. It’s the sauna and the masseuse and a wake up stretch all in one.

His head rubs my g-spot, which screams in pleasurable delight like when your balls are gently held in a mouth. I’ll have a sensation of fluid building, that some women say is like “having to pee”. It’s more a vague movement of fluid sensed in a region that otherwise only feels that when we pee.

My clit isn’t a “bud” peeking from petals. It’s a fork whose prongs are caught by the ridge of his head inside and plucked like a guitar string. This is the “pussy pop” you hear women mention, and it sends lightning bolts of pleasure like a funny bone that wants to cum.

If that sounds nice, there’s more.

He was thicker than my husband. Along with the sensation of skin sliding inside, promising those ecstatic waves through the jelly that I am, my vaginal walls were pulled tight against him. It’s a feeling of fullness that satisfies longing and amplifies all the other sensations. I still feel everything with a smaller dick inside me, but at a lower volume. My first affair.. he was loud in my pussy.

The waves of jelly sin I mentioned don’t just stop propagation at the boundaries of my vaginal canal. They ripple deeper, making this intimate connection reach further toward my core.

As he pushed deep, he bumped just the right spot. He didn’t threaten to force punch my painfully sensitive cervix, but the press of his member sent a flutter of lovely, “mmmm yes!” into my belly. That feeling is so fucking good, and you can easily be too small OR too big to cause it.

Not everything about our experience of sex can be explained with physics, guys. The boundary between emotion and sensation blurs. He made feelings of pleasure in and near my pelvic region radiate and transform to something like cresting joy and affection. I liked him, genuinely. Had I been single, this would have been much more than sex. So those waves reached to my heart in the sweetest way.

As he fucked me, all these heavenly feelings built to increasing intensity. Then, I started to feel an electric tingle at the base of my spine. With each thrust, that glowing electricity travelled further up my back until all at once, BAM!

My vaginal muscles contracted and released sporadically. I felt every twitch, as it added to the symphony of waves jiggling my jelly. Every squeeze made his cock feel bigger and even more intimately joined with me. The nerves of my clit were a live wire transmitting frantic telegrams. No thoughts but, “Yes, oh, YES!” and then mental silence as all the sensations I’ve described joined together as one powerful shockwave overtaking me entirely; body, mind, and soul. This silence of inner monologue as you become a living avatar of sexual pleasure is why they call it “la petite mort”.

Then it subsides, and what I’m left with is glowing, sweet, passionate warmth in my heart for my lover — a couple bond, strong always for us women when we have feelings for the man inside us at the time, though more manageable as we become experienced. And usually, soon after this moment, nature’s objective in this wondrous experience bursts from him in a rush of warmth and tries to take my womb. I love the romantic, natural satisfaction of feeling a man release inside my pussy.

This is how it feels for us.



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