It had been some time since I had an opportunity to play with my Italian stallion. You’ll recall from past stories, Giovanni had given me some wonderful memories. He was there for my first time squirting, outdoor sex, and even some adventures in sexy science. Life happens, of course, and distance often makes consistency tough. Still, I love to look back on my memories and focus on the fun times. One in particular was the time Giovanni and I spent some time at a cabin together.
It was a beautiful wooded area near a small town. Great for a casual getaway and some much needed sex. We drove down together and I loved the quaint atmosphere of the cabin. The thing I loved about sex with Giovanni was the way he could help me find release. He still remains the best at being able to do it, to hook those fingers inside my pussy and work the angle and speed just right to bring me to squirt.
It was one of the first things we did. Our clothes off. My legs spread to give him access. He slipped in his fingers and slowly started to beckon my orgasm with a gentle, expert come-hither motion. For those curious what that particular scene might look like, you can visit my Manyvids for a sexy. My breath escaped in a moan. I arched my hips up for more. I’ve been told that in sex my voice is one of the things men most enjoy. I looked over to take in the sight of his lengthening cock. It would be taking the place of his fingers pretty soon. First, though, I needed to cum.
He sped up. His palm slapped my clit. My voice rose an octave. I was close. I could feel the expanding pressure inside that demanded release. I also felt the threat of too much friction from the movement. I’ve found squirting to be a very nuanced thing, almost like an exercise for the body. And everybody is different. It takes understanding how far your body can go and being comfortable enough to get there without going overboard and making it painful. So almost as important to the process is having a good sexual partner who understands the natural ebb and flow of the body and follows the cues.
Giovanni had a great way of listening and respecting my body’s rhythms. There were times he backed off when it became too much and other times he drove forward when I was getting close. As with everything in life, good, respectful communication is an important key to trust. When it came to sex, Giovanni was very good at this.
My body shuddered. I felt the beginning of the climax. All that build inside being coaxed towards orgasm. I focused and simply let it happen. As I wrote in my post about squirting, it takes a total mind shift to be able to relax deep enough to let the squirting happen. I let go. The release came. My legs shook. My emotions went wild. We sank into the sensuality of the moment together.
Kisses and touching and the comfortable reset of the body. Because no way in hell was I done.
We fucked a few times that trip. One of the important things I’ll always remember is the comfort I felt in myself, in knowing what I wanted and having the self-confidence to articulate my wants without tying everything to emotion. For me, dear readers, Vixey is an escape. My trip to the cabin with Giovanni really helped solidify the comfort of having the escape when I need it and want it. For my stallions, it means an inherent understanding that the escape isn’t meant to be work for anybody involved. Whether a shared short story or a novel we live out our physical fantasy together for however long it’s meant to be.
Only one constant remains. And it’s the reason my particular way of open marriage continues to be a beautiful escape.