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After the Storm, a Hurricane Called Sophia

It had been a tumultuous few days; a period in time when a lot was said, what could have been said to alleviate the situation was not mentioned, feelings were hurt, "their universe was out of balance." Though there was mutual understanding about what was inevitably going to happen, the way in which the events occurred had disrupted the harmony between Vin and Sophia. Painful conversations continued to take place but one thing was for sure, evidence that there was still a lot passion, a lot of fire between Vin and Sophia kept them in constant communication. After all, these two report to have the kind of sex that makes you feel like you are levitating over the bed.

The situation had changed, the storm had recently passed and during this brief calm period, Vin and Sophia had a chance to re-evaluate and re-focus their relationship; they were not at a total loss. Vin had looked like a total asshole in the eyes of Sophia's husband and her friends but fixing the mess they were in was worth the effort. Yes, they knew patching the damaged parts of their relationship was going to take a lot of energy, understanding, and acceptance. After all, a "friends with benefits" situation can be difficult to manage when you care about each other. The term FWB stands for "friends with benefits," not "fucking whores [and] bitches..." Of course, depends what the other person really means to you.

Vin and Sophia love to fuck each other and talk about fucking each other day in and day out. Even as it relates to the word fuck, Vin and Sophia love this word but hate the way in which some people use it. "I'm going to fuck you," as in "I'm going to hit your pussy so hard you won't be able to walk." The "I'm going to fuck you" phrase tends to sound too one-sided for their taste and assumes the male fucking a "dead fish." To Vin and Sophia, as they are sure so many people view the phrase, "I'm going to fuck you" has more the meaning of "we are mutually going to fuck our brains out." Absolutely, this is much more than just a guy thrusting his meat uncontrollably inside a less than one hundred percent sexually receptive vagina.

Vin and Sophia had not seen each other in some time and decided they couldn't wait another day, they would see each other the next day. The next morning, as agreed, Vin and Sophia, after all preparations, were excited that they would see each other hours later. The house had been cleaned, there were fresh sheets on the bed and the front door was conveniently unlocked, Vin waited anxiously for his lover. Sophia had taken care of a few items which make up her normal morning routine and was on her way to meet her lover, Vin. After everything that had happened, this was going to be a different type of reunion; hopefully one with a level of understanding and acceptance never achieved before. The acceptance that some aspects of their lives are very complicated, yet some new details needed to be discussed, new boundaries, new ideas.

As it had happened many times before, sensing movement in the house forced Vin to look towards the door and there she was, walking into his bedroom, in all her glory. They kissed, they talked, they kissed, they talked, and they kissed some more. They took care of some very important business, details about their relationship needing clarification before they would be consuming each other sexually and losing the ability to think clearly. There were moments when the subject being discussed could have derailed their plan of devouring each other sexually but luckily, those moments also added an extra degree of intensity to their already intense desire. Is this the reason why make-up sex works so well?

They ultimately experienced a moment when talking about any subject absolutely needed to stop and they allowed their tongues, their hands, and the friction between their bodies to do all the talking. Pretty soon, all the previous discussions lost importance and their mutual raw desire, the need to provide each other with as much pleasure as they could handle made everything else unimportant. They smelled and tasted delicious to each other. Sophia's neck, ears, and gorgeous breasts, that dish Vin loves so much, her taste and that unique Sophia scent made him fall in a trance. Vin's neck and chest felt Sophia's wonderful lips all over while she kissed and took in his fragrance.

There was no world outside of the room's four walls; only two bodies which had fused into one, and with heat so powerful that almost burned the bed. They kissed and caressed each other, they navigated their bodies but pretty soon, it felt to them like we all feel while waiting for that steak dinner after having fasted for twenty-four hours; they were starving, ravenous for each other, ready to consume, ready to devour each other. Vin and Sophia had navigated their mutual bodies, often ending with a handful of ass or masterfully stimulating their lover's genitals. They felt like foreplay was going to make their heads explode; they couldn't take it any longer, they needed to fuck right then.

Vin and Sophia got rid of their clothes quickly and continued further body exploration. Vin had to reach at his night table because he thought "time" was quickly approaching. Sophia was still wearing a beautiful pair of panties, just as Vin likes but she didn't bother to take them off, she wanted Vin inside her right then; waiting an extra second would have been wrong. Vin had been missing Sophia for the last few days, the warmth, scent, and feel of her body, the scent, feel, and taste of her delicious pussy, what a glorious cunt. So, when Sophia looked at Vin with a "please, fuck me now" in her face, it was inevitable, it was time for them to become one body.

As soon as he started making his way into her, he was welcomed with the same familiarity as he had always been. Slowly, inch by inch, Vin penetrated Sophia's fantastic and delicious wetness. There was a little resistance offered by her cunt at the entrance, right where you experience that "popping" feeling as the head of your cock pops in. Sophia says not all dicks produce the popping effect. Vin and Sophia think it's due to sometimes unusually large or shaped heads but in Vin's case, his crooked cock head. Before too long, it seemed like her vaginal walls, all of the sudden recognized him and said to each other "it's Vin, let him in," and immediately started that "car wash effect," only with thousands of gallons of her sweet cunt honey.

Pretty soon, Vin and Sophia genitally-attached and were moving their bodies in sync, with that familiar rhythm. Push it in, pull it out, push back in a bit deeper, pull out half way, push it back in at a different angle, pull out fast, push it in fast, pull out slowly, give her a few short shallow thrusts, thrust deep with intensity, push your cock under her cervix and massage her fornix. Stay there and thrust slowly, she loves it there, she will soon scream. Push yourself in all the way and apply a little pressure to her cervix with the head of your cock, do not pound it. We want tears of joy, not pain. Sophia loves the way Vin gently applies pressure to her cervix, and slowly slips down to her fornix; they spend a lot of time doing this.

For these two, sex is not about straight in-and-out thrusting, pussy smashing or cervix pounding; it's about enjoying fucking not only fast but slow, not only deep but shallow, varying the degree of intensity, deep passionate kissing, enjoying every inch of their bodies; pleasure is the ultimate goal. Yes, enough fucking will make her walk a little funny and remember you every time she moves for the next few days and that's OK. Slide your cock under her cervix again into her fornix. Vin and Sophia repeated this many times, before exploring other positions: cowgirl, doggy, back to missionary, before stopping for the required oral session, one of Vin's favorite meals. They forgot how many times they repeated this entire cycle but they did it a lot.

Vin is always thinking and talking about pussy; there is no subject he likes more. He claims to have seen up-close, touched, sniffed, licked, and enjoyed vaginal-penis fusion with over one hundred of them. He has reported to have never seen two that are alike; it is like they all have their own "personalities," some of them with more character than others but most have their own unique greatness. They come in different colors, sizes, shapes, depth, scent, taste but by God, Vin wonders how it would feel to swim in a sea of pussy. You could be presented with one which doesn't have every detail to your liking but he says that in his experience, most are fantastic, heavenly, magnificent. Pussy is a wonderful thing. Some people are fascinated by zombies and/or Star Trek and Vin is fascinated by the gloriousness of pussy.

That is how Vin describes, not only the look but also the feel, scent, taste, and awesome, incredible fuckability of Sophia's cunt, as heavenly, glorious. They both have decided that it is Sophia's job to tap out as Vin prefers for her to decide how much is too much, at what point her delicious pussy needs a break. This is just a little compromise as keeping time can be difficult when you have a mouthful of pussy. One, two, sometimes three orgasms per oral session and back to that intense, animal fucking, again and again. If you are insinuating that as result of Vin's ever-flowing passion, there may be bite marks on Sophia's body when they fuck, you are correct. They jokingly refer to Vin's love nibbles as his "tiger bites." They both have described the way they fuck numerous times on this forum as "marathon sessions" of absolutely glorious sex. They talk about two, three, or four hours of intense, loud, energetic, delicious fucking, and Wednesday morning was no exception.

Vin remembers that at the peak of one of Sophia's orgasms, as in many other occasions before, it was so violent that he thought of a hurricane. This is why he once suggested her new name should be HurricaneSophia. It is hard to keep your tongue on target during one of those hurricane-like orgasms and it takes a lot of strength to anchor Sophia's ass in place when she is thrashing wildly. Vin loves when Sophia gets this wild, he never stops licking her cunt but is afraid she'll one day kick him across the room.

After one of Sophia's violent orgasms subsides, Vin continues to gently stimulate all areas surrounding the clit and vulva, penetrating her with his tongue and stealing all her sweet juice. Sophia, as Vin reports, is extremely juicy, she never goes dry. In fact, he claims he has never been with a woman who gets as wet as Sophia before. He eventually ends up holding her clit between his lips, gently sucking it in a sea of saliva and cunt honey until she is able to continue, once the post-orgasm hypersensitivity disappears. Sophia's ass never stops undulating and Vin finds this arousing as fuck. At this point, she is ready for either another orgasm or time for another glorious fuck.

They eventually got hungry enough to have late lunch where they discussed what had just happened on Vin's Altar of Pleasure; the altar where Vin prays incessantly to the pussy Gods. The sex they just had was unbelievable. Though they always have great sex, that day it felt much more intense than usual. Again, they always talk about their experiences and preferences and how they match each other's. They discussed Sophia's gift to have multiple orgasms, anywhere from six to ten glorious orgasms when they get together and how her body feels after, when they lie in bed spent, unable to move. Vin suggested that they should one day record one of Sophia's orgasms as it would be great to watch.

At some point Sophia shared that she no longer wants to have sex if she is not guaranteed to have at least one orgasm. "Why take a chance on a lover who doesn't take your orgasms seriously or perhaps is not in tune with you and/or your body?" she asked. Well, Vin doesn't think her statement was accurate as Sophia absolutely loves fucking and she can always go home and experience the missed pleasure after the non-orgasm fucking. "I do not want to have sex with a man who won't eat my pussy," Sophia has said multiple times. "Well, but you have. There are multitude of men out there who will not eat pussy and I'm sure you have encountered some of them," Vin added.

While discussing some of the qualities of a great sexual encounter, Vin and Sophia came up with a short list, to include: attraction, chemistry, desire, passion, and skill, as the best elements. Sophia asked Vin what is his main "ingredient" from the list they came up with and his answer was "hands down, passion." She agreed with Vin's statement and added that his passion truly shows when they fuck. Vin explained that once those other elements are covered, passion is the ingredient which fuses all other ingredients together; it is like the moment in which all ingredients along with all the spices in that great dish have fused and you taste that glorious flavor. "I like to fuck this way and approach most women as if she was the last woman I would have on my bed," added Vin.

Vin shared something different. Vin has posted before about how sexual satisfaction works for him. He is one of those men who is more focused in his partner's pleasure and his own feeds from his partner's pleasure. He is not orgasm-focused like many other men are, often just cumming once, at the end of two, three, or four hours of sexual bliss or not cumming at all. Vin tells Sophia that he is clearly not a good match for the many women who prefer and man who lasts five minutes and rolls over good night. This would not work well for Vin at all, he says "good fucking takes time and five minutes is only good to boil water." "I'll save my orgasm for the next time we see each other," he has told Sophia. Vin considers himself extremely lucky for having found Sophia.

Vin further explained that the part he loves most about intercourse is that zone where you get right before you fall over the "cliff." If you were to number the parts to the male orgasm from one to ten, Vin prefers to stay between five and nine point seven five. It feels at times like running very fast and stopping on a dime at the edge of the cliff; looking down and saying: "not yet... It is an amazing feeling to get that close to an orgasm and pull yourself back, not one but multiple times," said Vin. "It is absolutely the best feeling in the world." He also shared that he has flown off that cliff unintentionally, many times.

Vin also tells Sophia that regardless if he can cum a second or [painfully] a third time, an orgasm always has a sense of finality for him that he prefers to avoid, much like that release to the tonic chord after a long and loud buildup of a dominant seventh chord of a romantic period symphony. Vin much prefers the "variations on a theme style," which hints of an ending and fools you every time. He loves riding that dominant seventh...

They discussed the importance of sex in their lives. Sophia said that she suspects a lot more people would feel this way if our society weren't so repressed sexually. She commented that we are extremely lucky, a couple of people who get to realize dreams other people only fantasize about. Threesomes, foursomes, sex in front of an audience, girl on girl sex, kink indulgence, seem to be out of reach for most people. They both have commented numerous times about the unapologetic sexual freedom they are able to exercise. They discussed that many waving the morality flag are just displaying their sexual repression and deceivingly calling it morality.

After their lunch, Vin and Sophia returned to Vin's house for more fucking, as they always do; fuck, eat, and fuck some more is their theme. Yes, once again in Vin's Altar of Pleasure where once again, Vin prayed to the pussy Gods and this time was much more grateful Sophia was there. There is always a difference between pre and post meal sex, once they return from lunch, they always leave their clothes at the door and proceed to unceremoniously fuck. Screwing with gusto as they like to called it.

This time around, Vin paid more attention to every inch of Sophia's awesome body. How far from her mouth to her ears, 25 kisses. How far from her ears to her throat, 40 kisses. How far from her chest to both her breasts, too many kisses, licks, and sucking iterations to count. The journey from Sophia's breasts to her mound of joy is extremely long to measure but the pleasure more than rewards you for the distance traveled. Sophia has asked Vin to define awesomeness and he has told her that the look, feel, scent, and taste of her body is pure awesomeness. He says it is simple, a body he finds delicious, a woman with whom he shares an unbelievable sexual chemistry that reacts to his stimuli with an unapologetic sexual response. He describes this as sexual chemistry, pure sexual awesomeness.

Before Vin and Sophia fell into a peaceful and satisfied state, they had done most of what's in their regular menu. Now that Sophia has been able to cross FMF as an achievement from her "bucket list," Vin is now hoping we can muster Sophia's hubby and her two lovers in one room soon to show her how much we all really care about her...

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