Sexuality Happens

Our friends had just left, after we all watched Q’s team, the Jets, get their Superbowl hopes crushed.  I’d been telling them both about the Crash Pad Series, and it was still up on the screen.

“Wanna watch some porn” Q asked me, her hand on my knee.

“I thought you didn’t like porn…” I asked her questioningly.  She’d grudgingly sit through much of the porn I’d watch, but has never seen me in anything I’ve shot, and never seemed interested in purposely watching porn.

“I know, but YOU do. It turns YOU on.  So why don’t you show me some of your favorite scenes?”

After a moment of pondering as to what her plan was behind this sudden change of heart, I logged in and started clicking through. I knew which scene I wanted to show her; Dylan Ryan and Trucker Cash’s second scene shot for CPS – in the new location, on the edge of the bed.  Q and I have a very similar dynamic to these two, or at least to the way they play things out during their scenes. Moreover, I still find this scene one of the hottest queer porn scenes I’ve ever seen…and I’ve seen a lot. They have connection, they have fucking hot sex, they have everything.

I started the scene, and Q and I lazily draped limbs over each other on the couch as the scene started playing out.  Almost immediately, I started getting more and more turned on, and as Q’s hands began to wander, I thought she was feeling the same.

As usual, I was right. We only made it about halfway through the scene before Q was slamming my laptop shut and pulling me towards the bedroom. Usually, she likes it when I top her, make her call me Mistress, tie her up. Not today. Her lips pressed into mine as she forced me down onto the edge of the bed, perching on the edge as we devoured each other, her hands ripping off my clothes with no attempt at sensuality or romance. None was needed.

Once I was complete stripped, clothes scattered on the floor, she used her hand on my throat to press me back into the bed, the other hand grasping and pulling my nipples. I started to protest, asking if she didn’t want me on the bed, didn’t want me to take her clothes off, etc. She shhed me, and started moving her head lower.

Her lips met mine, and without meaning to, my body bucked up into her mouth. Her tongue danced across my clit; lightly at first to tease, and then with enough pressure to really frustrate me. She knows I love oral but can’t come from it, so she stayed there, on her knees, eating me out as I thrashed about on the bed, so horny, so frustrated, wanting more and not getting it. With one hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her closer into me, the other grabbed the sheets off the bed, reaching, needing to be holding something.

She pumped lube into her hand, and as she slid two fingers into me, she pulled me up to kiss her. It was a deep, wild, completely uncontrolled kiss, with me gasping; both for air, and because her digits were slowly turning my cunt intro a dripping puddle.  It took everything in me to get out the solitary word; towel.

Quizzically, she looked at me until the little lightbulb when off in her head.  Frantically, one hand still partially inside me, she looked around for a towel to stick under me, knowing that as soon as she really started fucking me, a torrent of liquid was going to start squirting from me.  

Having found one, she placed it hastily under my ass, and returned to her knees, this time putting another finger in me, bringing the grand total to three. Three fingers that she worked in and out and in and out of me until I began to come. So hard. Over and over. Then a fourth.  Her whole hand, aside from her thumb, was pounding into me as she ripped orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of me, grunts, moans, groans and screams coming from my mouth like some possessed primal being. Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she handed me the Hitachi. 

Again, I came. And came. And came. I felt like I’d fallen off the edge of the earth and was drowning in the atmosphere, unable to breathe or move or stop coming.

Then she brought me down again. Climbed up on the bed to hold me. Reminded me how crucial breathing was to living.  At some point, with her next to me, I returned to Earth, smiling, but oh so high, doped up on endorphins.

And then. as she ran her fingers over my body. I shivered. Just a little, but she caught it.

“What do you want? You want more? You can take more?”

I nodded just a little. “I might need a little bit. To calm down, to get water, I don’t know.”

Without another word, she was back on her knees, her whole hand in me, fucking me again. I came again, and lost all grip on reality. For the next few minutes, I couldn’t think speak act know be. I just was. I was coming and coming until I didn’t think there was anything left in me, and then I’d come again. I remember the Hitachi being back in my hands at some point. I know I must have been screaming really loudly, because I remember he hand over my mouth, much hotter and much less effective than any gag would ever be.

And then I shattered, and fell into pieces. There was no more, nothing left in me.

And she picked me back up, and cuddled me on the bed, stroking my hair, moving me out of the epic puddle I’d created, despite the towel. She kissed me gently, helped me drink some water to sooth my aching throat, and together, we lay there, reconnecting.

Who would have thought a little porn could have inspired so much?