Recent Post: MIKE IN BRAZIL MIKEINBRAZIL believed he would not enter me. After all, he had an opportunity earlier in the evening. Yet, he appeared to be patient. Occasionally, I could feel his cock drag across my back or legs, still quite erect and heavenly long. But, no signal from me was forthcoming, or would be forthcoming, yet. In my mind it was Ian's decision when to enter me or not. There was an intense sense of drama about the whole thing, as though the passion of two lovers were being played out on camera for some sort of patient pornography audience who enjoys culmination as much as foreplay.
I recall when I was about twenty-two I had met this guy at school who I really, desperately wanted to have sex with. I walked around campus, buzzing between my legs, hoping of all hopes that I could make it happen. When it finally did, my vagina was so sensitized to the desire for his cock that the moment I was entered I came instantly. He, on the other hand had just begun, and was unaware of my quick orgasm...to boot. This guy, I recall, fucked hard and strongly, with long deep strokes. He did not finish for an hour or more, leaving me a little breathless. For Ian, I did not want to release the moment he slid into me, but I knew that I could wait no longer.
