What Sexual Pleasure Means To Me

Most men are orgasm centered, and therefore assume that women are as well. And while I would never say no to an orgasm, which are a wonderful way to end the sex act, I actually get more sexual pleasure during the intimacy of sexual intercourse than the actual orgasm.

For me, I yearn to be touched intimately by a man. I want to be kissed, have my breasts fondled and suckled, have my pussy stroked by strong, firm fingers, and of course I want a penis moving steadily between my legs. It's the skin-on-skin contact that really gives me sexual pleasure and satisfies me. Feeling his hand on my belly, stroking my hairy pussy, then feeling the excitement as he prepares to make love to me by spreading my legs, mounting me, and getting into position to enter me.  I usually feel a surge of pleasure when I feel the tip of his penis at my  wet entrance before feeling the sudden pressure of the tip of his penis planting itself into  my body followed a few moments later by penetration.  If this is first entry, then there usually is some  initial pain followed by a burst of pleasure, which I admit is a strange combination of senses much like putting salt onto something sweet. A strange mixture of pain and pleasure, but it feels wonderful, especially during the few moments when the man is entering my body deeper and deeper.

Then I just lay back and enjoy the wonderful gift of intercourse as our two bodies, joined as one, experience an intimacy that is almost spiritual. This is the part I don't want to end. Having the man mounted on top of me moving steadily between my legs listing to him breathing into my ear as he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. My own pleasure is also slowly rising with each growing moment until I can feel his penis beginning to swell up, and it's at that moment I know he is close to an orgasm.

That is usually the moment I cross my own threshold of pleasure as I absolutely am turned on by a man who is at his peak of sexual pleasure as a result of my body. If he's a young man in his 20s or 30s it's even better because that means that at my old age of 57 I'm still sexy enough to turn him on to bring him to this point where for these few moments nothing matters but us.

If he comes to an orgasm fairly slowly, then I often will come first if he's been thrusting long enough and that usually brings him to his own orgasm. But if he comes first, I usually will come right afterwards when I feel his penis deep within me pulsating his life giving essence into my aging body that has long ago giving up the ability to create life. But for those few precious moments, I am young again as I forget my age as my young lover's vitality flows out of his body and into my own.

And afterwards, in the after glow of our lovemaking, I just hold onto him with my legs and arms wrapped around his body breathing heavily into his ear and whispering, "Thank you."

And when we uncouple our bodies, my disappointment that it's over is somewhat tempered with the knowledge that I still have my young lover's semen deep inside of me. I do whatever I can to keep it there for as long as possible, which means I often will put my legs and feet against the bed frame. If' I'm very lucky, the young man won't leave my side but will hold me and talk to me, putting his hand onto my tummy where underneath his semen is flowing deep inside of me.

That is what I yearn for in sex. I don't need an orgasm if I can get everything else.

Natalie.

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