What The Queef!
I lay in bed, reading something on my phone when he comes in. He was in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone and didn’t pay much attention to me . But now he’s here and walks over to me. He sits down on the edge of the bed and takes my phone away. He puts it on the nightstand and before I can say anything, he attaches his lips to mine. I kiss him back and put my hands behind his neck. He climbs on the bed, cupping my cheeks and not breaking lip contact with me .He peppered kisses down my neck – starting at my jaw and making his way over my exposed skin. His hands slipped up my shirt, making quick work of pulling it over my head.
Aside from the sound of the soft breaths being emitted by both of us – it seemed as if the world was very quiet. As if it was just the two of us now. Nobody else.
Just the way I liked it.
After I was left in just my bra, he placed kisses over my chest. He mouthed at my cleavage with a slight smirk while his hands moved to my back and his fingers easily unclasped my bra. He slid the straps down my arms, pulling it away and dropping it to the floor of his bedroom.
His lips worked their way over my exposed chest, nipping and biting at the skin – sucking until he had left many marks.
My fingers tangled through his unruly curls as he did so, my eyes falling shut as my head lulled back.
Each time his warm lips touched my skin – I couldn’t help the spark of slight pleasure going through my body. Only a taste of how he could potentially make me feel, a promise.
He urged me to lift your hips from his lap slightly – and he held onto my sides so he could help me do so. There, he removed my cotton shorts and then my underwear – lowering me back down after I was completely naked.
He chuckled as my hands made quick work of removing his tee – and then the struggle of getting his tight skinny jeans hit. The jeans and his briefs were finally off and on the floor with your clothes.
His fingers traced down my hips, moving over your thighs before he moved so the two of you were lying across the bed. Him on top – and I below him.
His hand slipped between the two of us , fingers circling my clit. A quick shock of pleasure hit me- and I realized just how much I needed him to make me feel good.
As he continued to roll over my clit with the pad of his finger, I was literally dripping. My teeth sunk into my lower lip – and that’s when he pushed two fingers into me.
I let out a loud moan, lifting my hips in response to the unexpected action. He chuckled in response, pushing my hips down roughly with the weight of his own and curling his fingers to send more waves of pleasure crashing over me.
He was working me up – getting me breathless and dripping and right to the edge of my orgasm when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
I opened my eyes and peered up at him – being met with his eyes immediately. He leant down and pressed a kiss to my lips before he pulled back and lined himself up – wasting no time before he pushed into me.
My fingers curled, digging into his shoulders as he rocked his hips over mine with slow, drawn out movements.
“Fuck.” I breathed – knowing it wouldn’t be long until I was reduced to soft whimpers and whines.
As he continued to push a little deeper into me, I squeezed his shoulders harder – letting out a soft whimper as the pleasure took away my ability to put words together.
He kept his lips working my neck and jaw as he kept a steady pace, holding out his patience – seeming to hit deeper each time before he pulled out and flipped me over so I was laying down on my chest .
He grabbed my neck, pushing my face down so your cheek was against the pillow. His hand traveled tracing my spine down to the bottom of my neck pushing his finger in my hair gripping onto the strands pulling my head up leaning down biting on my shoulder making me hiss in pleasure. He liked pulling at your hair, it also gave me a lot of pleasure. His other hand slid his way down the front of your stomach and your back. I shivered at his touch.
His hand grabbed onto my hips harshly. His nails dug into your skin, fuck that’s going to leave a mark but right now i really couldn’t care.
He then pulled my hips up his core so that you were in doggy style.
He was teasing me, like I’ve done to him multiple times before. His cock was making its way up and down my slit, all I just wanted him to do was. thrust into me with no mercy at all. But I know he loves to play dirty.
After what seemed like hours of him teasing me and my soaking wet pussy, you felt his thick dick slide roughly into me. I screamed with pleasure, and he groaned, wrapping his hand tighter into my hair.
“You feel so fucking good” he moaned, as began slipping deeper with every thrust.
He straightened himself, never stopping his thrusts as the room filled with sounds of his skin hitting the back of my thighs and my stifled sighs. Pulling my hair as he made me arch my back groaning under his breaths.
By the time I was just about to hit my peak – sweat covered both of our skin. I was absolutely breathless as I inched closer to letting everything go.
He nudged my cheek with his nose, moving my face with the grip on my hair so that he could kiss my lips. As his tongue slipped into my mouth I lost the ability to control myself – and I hit my orgasm hard. My whole body was on fire with pleasure – seeming that every nerve inside of me was sparking.
The feeling was so incredible that not even a sound left my lips.
He watched me as I orgasmed, but didn’t once stop moving – he wanted me to feel everything. He wanted me to feel the insane pleasure along with his ability to still hit me as deep as I did so.
As I slowly came down from the high – he pulled out and spilled himself onto my ass and the bottom of my spine – having been giving absolutely everything to try and hold off from letting go inside of me.
“Jesus Christ.” He breathed, each breath a heavy pant.
All you could do was tug on your hair as your body felt weak – but still occasionally sparking with pleasure.
Letting me lay down on my back as I controlled my breathing he laid down beside me.
A fart like noise leaving my body as I tried pulling my legs together making me gasp.
When it happened, it was quiet between us two. He looked at me in amazement with wide eyes. I took a deep breath, because I knew it was normal, but it still embarrassed me . The silence between you two drove you crazy.
“That wasn’t a fart, I mean yes… but it was not from my butt…. I mean.” I tried to stammer something out of your desperation.
My cheeks flushed and I closed my. legs together. But then he started to laugh.
“Can you please stop laughing?” I pushed. him gently, because honestly I was. incredibly embarrassed.
“No no no, that’s just too funny.” his stomach was already convulsing and he could barely hold himself back.
“No, that’s not funny, it’s embarrassing.” I put your hands over your face and try to hide my blush as best as possible. He continued to laugh, but he calmed down after a while. He took you in his arms and kissed your forehead.
“You do not have to be embarrassed, that’s perfectly normal.”
Which it is!!!
This is called queefing!
Queefing, sometimes called vaginal flatulence, is a natural bodily function that happens when air gets trapped in the vaginal canal and is then released, often making a noise similar to flatulence from the anus. This phenomenon is entirely normal and can occur in various situations, such as during physical activities like yoga, Pilates, stretching, or even when bending over. Queefing can also occur during sexual intercourse, particularly when certain movements or positions cause air to enter the vaginal canal, leading to an unexpected release of air.
The key thing to remember about queefing is that it’s harmless and not a sign of any health issue or concern. Unlike flatulence from the digestive system, queefing doesn’t involve gases produced from digestion, so it typically lacks an odor. It’s simply the sound of trapped air being expelled from the body. This makes queefing a unique, though often misunderstood, aspect of human physiology.
Despite its naturalness, queefing can be a source of embarrassment. Many people feel uncomfortable discussing these topics openly, leading to a sense of shame or awkwardness when it occurs. However, it’s important to normalize queefing as just another aspect of human biology. When people understand that queefing is common and not indicative of a problem, they can approach it with humor, reducing the stigma.
Whether it happens during a yoga class, exercise routine, or sexual activity, being able to laugh about it and reassure each other that it’s normal can help diffuse any awkwardness. By promoting a positive attitude towards the body’s natural functions, we can create a more supportive and understanding environment, allowing everyone to feel more at ease with themselves and their bodies.
This can lead to unexpected sounds that might catch both partners off guard, causing embarrassment. Given the vulnerability and emotional openness often involved in intimacy, these moments can feel particularly awkward. However, it’s crucial to remember that queefing is completely normal and should not be a source of humiliation.
After being intimate, if queefing occurs, the key to avoiding embarrassment is a supportive and understanding response from both partners. The unexpected sound of queefing can be startling, especially in a setting where silence or other types of sounds are anticipated. This surprise can lead to a moment of discomfort, but it’s important to quickly acknowledge itl and move on without drawing undue attention.
Queefing, though entirely different from flatulence, can elicit similar reactions due to societal expectations around intimacy and modesty. It’s essential to challenge these stigmas and create an environment where normal bodily functions are accepted.
Partners should be considerate and compassionate in their response to queefing. Laughing at, mocking, or making fun of the situation can lead to feelings of shame or humiliation. Instead, a gentle, empathetic approach can help the person who queefed feel understood and accepted. A simple smile, a reassuring touch, or a lighthearted comment can defuse tension and reinforce a sense of intimacy.
If queefing becomes a topic of concern for one partner, discussing it openly can help. Couples who talk about their feelings and experiences can build trust and create a safe space where no one feels judged or ridiculed. This can strengthen the relationship and deepen emotional intimacy.
Partners should emphasize that queefing is not something to be ashamed of.
Lastly , the key to handling queefing in an intimate context is to approach it with kindness, empathy, and a sense of humor. Couples who support each other in these moments can root a stronger, more compassionate relationship, where both partners feel safe to be themselves without fear of judgment.
