Why Face-Sitting is an Oral Bliss for Women!
“I can’t believe you beat me at chess again,” he says as I jump all over the room celebrating my victory.
“Maybe you just need a distraction to level the playing field,” I say, and he raises an eyebrow at my double-meaning comment.
“Oh, I see… and what kind of distraction are we talking about, Miss?” He says with a smirk on his face as if he got my hint.
I slowly slide closer, tracing some absentminded patterns on his back.
“I see where it’s going, and I want to warn you that you are playing a dangerous game here.” He says again.
“Maybe I want to play that game. Life is more fun when you take risks. And life is short, so why the hell should I stop myself?” I comment.
“And with that, I think you just became my favorite distraction.” He says, and I chuckle at his words.
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re so easily distracted,” I say.
“Oh, so we are playing games here. Aren’t we?” He asks and immediately pulls me over his lap, and takes his hands inside my shirt, slowly pulling it above my head.
We are getting there, slowly and steadily.
He presses his lips against mine, and I unbutton his shirt, one by one, and slide it down from his body. His bare chest encounters my boobs, sending a rush of electric signals down my body.
But it didn’t stop there as I felt his finger going down my jeans, unzipping it and his hands went inside. He rubs his fingers on my pussy; my wet pussy that was already aching with desire.
He then carried me to the bed, slowly throwing me on the bed, and with his little one-hand action, I was naked, the next moment. He didn’t wait long, to do the same to himself, and now we both sit there naked, waiting to fulfill each other’s fantasies.
“I want all those juices in my mouth.” He says.
“Your wish, my command sir,” I say, taking charge, teasingly as I flip myself and get on him, pushing him to the bed.
He smirks at my reaction.
“Do you want me to face-sit?” I ask.
“I ‘need’ you to face it. It’s undoubtedly the best kind of oral sex.” He says, emphasizing more on his ‘need’.
“Before you, I was never into funky kinds of positions, but with you, I feel the desire to explore more,” I say.
“So do I. So, what’s the wait for? Spread your legs apart for me, and squat down on my face.” He says.
Even though this position is going to give me the charge of our journey ahead, his stern voice turns me on, as if he still has control over my body. The little girl who wants to have rough sex in bed is still giggling as I go ahead to do as he asked for.
“Just don’t choke me to death, else I am fine.” He sarcastically remarks but makes an important point of face-sitting. It’s my turn to give him the care he deserves, so I don’t end up choking him to death or breaking his nose.
“Don’t worry, I have other ways to take revenge, it’s the last one I would opt for.” I match his sarcasm.
“Good girl.” He compliments, before I place my wet pussy right above his lips, where he doesn’t wait for even half a second, and starts to tickle my clitoris with his tongue.
“You really do know how to send showers of bliss down any girl’s body.” I compliment him, keeping in mind that he won’t be able to reply to me.
He is busy somewhere else and I am loving it.
As soon as his tongue hits my vulva, and gets inside, a soft blush creeps onto my cheek.
Fuck! It’s just the beginning.
I shift over his face comfortably, as his chin massages my asshole and his tongue worships my pussy and clitoris.
“You’re too sweet for your own good.” He pushes me a little to remark.
“You can have some. There’s plenty to go around.” I offer him, as he continues to go around with his tongue and my juices trickle down in his mouth and he savors it, as his life depended on it.
Just to remark casually, if we see it technically, it actually does. His life depended on the course of my actions.
Anyways, while he continues to take all that my vagina gives to him, I tried to hide the annoying blush creeping on my cheeks.
And suddenly, a realization hits me.
Safeword!
We didn’t decide on any safe words.
And I take away his pleasure, coming to one side of his body.
“Yikes… what?” He annoyingly says, bringing a wide and victorious smirk to my face.
This is not only pleasing me, it’s bringing him pleasure as well. Our dynamic is pretty much balanced here, as we take it as ‘another’ sex position and not the change in powers. I am still a girl who likes her man to be rough in bed and order her around. But not at the cost of my pleasure.
After years of having unsatisfied sex, what I give utmost presence to is my pleasure, and for that, I want to try everything that’s supposed to bring women to a life of erotic bliss.
“What’s your safe word?” I throw my question at him.
“For fuck’s sake, you interrupted me for this. Do we really need that?” He asks.
“Only if you love your life,” I reply.
“But I trust you enough.” He says.
“Some rules are meant to be followed, Mister, so just speak your safe word,” I say.
“Rules in bed? Huh! But as I want to speed up the process, red!” He says.
“Okay! So red it is.” I say.
“Can we start over?” He asks impatiently.
“Is it that good for you?” I ask.
“Should it not be?” He says as he spreads my leg and I take my position once again.
His tongue touches my clitoris once again and sends butterflies down my stomach. His eyes are the only thing I can see right now, and the intensity in his eyes is enough to drown me in pools of pleasure.
But I resist myself, and his play continues. His stare at my waist and my pussy is like the sluttiest thing I have seen a man do. While his lick on my vagina feels like a hot flame burning fire inside my body. My heart tightens at his tension, as his motivation to give me the best experience of face sitting doesn’t waiver a bit.
He then rubs his finger and thumbs over my hips, and I feel a light slap against my hips.
Oops! I forgot he has complete access to my booties. He has access to them otherwise as well, but now I can’t move to resist or tease him.
His eyes hold a grin as if he is listening to everything I say, without even a word coming out of my mouth.
“Ah!” A cry escaped my lips, and it was from another slap at my hips. My legs shake a little, but I try to maintain my posture as his tongue doesn’t move an inch while he uses his hand to satisfy me as well.
He circles his palms over my hips, as I start moving my pussy along the trail of his lips, giving him the movement he needs, making it a little easier for him. I start with a slow and steady rhythm.
After all, slow and steady wins the race.
But I know I have to pick the speed up at some point before my legs give away.
I turn around, and now my asshole is on his nose bone, and his tongue on my clitoris. His nose arch digs more into my asshole, causing the much-needed friction, as I move on his face, while he tries to follow me with his tongue.
I love being in charge of movements because no other position gives me that liberty.
I take a pause and take a deep breath, which I have been holding for quite a long time. A smile pulls up on my lips, as I hear him gasping for fresh air.
I pulled myself away and sat over his waist for some time, giving him the break his lungs were asking for.
And let me just say it, he didn’t even glance at me for once, he looked at my boobs, and once in my eyes, as I know he must have felt my win.
“Not so gracious a winner though.” He says as amusement fills my stomach.
“Who said I won?” I ask.
“I felt it.” He says.
“Then maybe bad news for you, because my winning streak is not over,” I say, and he smirks.
“I love these kinds of bad news.” He says.
“Good for you I guess,” I say.
“Get over, I am hungry for you.” He says.
“It’s as if you have been starved for years,” I say, teasing him a little more.
He does that every time, so now when I get the chance, I am not letting it go at any cost.
“I don’t like starving myself.” He says and he rests his hands on my thighs, pulling me close to his neck, and I sit over his face once again, but this time it’s my asshole which is in contact with his tongue. He inserts his tongue inside and send shivers down my spine.
“I would have appreciated some warnings before you pulled me over like I am some cotton ball,” I said, and the only reply I got was his eyes blazing with desire and hunger for my body.
His tongue is now partially inside my asshole, and he uses his fingers to spread my hips a little. His teeth graze my asshole, while I rub my pussy and clit on his nose, edging myself. He groans and pulls me close to his lips, continuing to create the friction at my asshole.
He is gasping for air, making great use of ‘breath play’ but he is not stopping.
I moan his name, whimpering and groaning, as he slaps my hips once again, and I move over his nose, speeding up the process.
He takes my hips in his hands, gaining control over me, and continues to use his tongue as if he is kissing my holes. I am holding tight my position, as he goes completely wild down there. I am unable to resist my fluids, and it’s my second shot.
And I can go even more.
I never knew face-sitting could have so much impact on my orgasm.
Even though I am the one moving my body and he is just moving his tongue, the hold of his hands over my booties takes it a step ahead. His gentle hands circling over, and caressing my back and hips are making the experience top-notch.
I turn around to face his dick, and without wasting any second I take his genitalia in my hand, rubbing and circling it up and down.
I can feel his mouth, swallowing hard, as his dick starts to get erect. I have already lost control and he is losing it now. My rhythmic movements over his face match my rhythm with his hands taking us into a world we never knew existed before. His gentle hands are now nibbling with my asshole as he stretches my vulva to make his way inside.
“Oh fuck!” I scream as he makes his way inside with his tongue.
I know he is good in bed, I would say phenomenal in bed, but with this face-sitting angle, I am already planning more nights like these.
I reach out to touch his balls, and cock, and run my fingers gently over them, and across the hard skin of his stomach.
His lips grazed against my clit, as I sucked in my breath, and closed my eyes to feel it all. His body is still, but his tongue is moving with careful precision.
What talent!
He is sliding his tongue down my vagina, and there is no way our eyes could meet to tell each other our reactions, but as I was close to getting my triple shot, I got up, to let him breathe.
“Was…it…good?” He asks, stammering, gasping for air.
“Is there a need to tell that?” I say, pointing towards the messy sheets beneath my trickled fluid.
He shakes his head and smirks, as now my throat aches.
“Kiss me,” I say and he does exactly that.
His tongue gets inside my mouth, and I can feel the heat of my body in my mouth. He bites my lower lip, as I arch a little, and he grabs me by the waist, pulling me over his lap once again. Our mouths brush with each other, and our lips press the corner of our mouths. His tongue then moves along my jaw, to the down of my throat, and then to my collarbone to my shoulder. He is exploring my body with his tongue today, as he goes down to my nipples, pinching them a little with his teeth and then circling his tongue.
“Someone is on a hunt using his tongue today.” I tease.
“Wait, until that ‘someone’ uses something else to explore you.” He says, and damn as soon as the words leave his mouth, his erect cock enters my vagina.
I sit straight on his lap, and his lips flick along my cheekbone, making me arch my back while he thrusts inside and I take it inside me completely. I part my lips and he gets inside with his tongue once again. His forehead rests on mine, and my eyelashes hide the ocean of pleasure, as he continues to stroke his cock inside. His balls are slapping against the flesh of my skin. I close my eyes and I feel him coming close to me, as his sandalwood breath comes in contact with my face. I grit out, and he cups the back of my head with his trembling fingers, and my poor heart loses it. I am close to letting my orgasm flow.
I moan with pleasure at his deep strokes and so does he. A delicious growl leaves his mouth, and before I could even process his moans, his sound seeps deeper inside me along with his dick.
He kissed me once again as if we both were starving for an eternity. He is devouring me, and my body comes against his hard dick.
Our fluids trickle down my thighs, and he ravages my mouth, while his palm roams down my thighs, and back.
He then stops with his caresses, creating a tingling sensation, and my hands flow to his chest. I relish how smooth and hard he feels, and how perfect he is for me.
My heart drums against the walls of my own chest, as pleasure courses through my veins and a sound climbs up my throat, and when it leaves my throat, it turns out to be a loud growl.
I push him back and he pulls his dick out, and his hands press over my hips, and I feel a sudden slap once again.
He brings me closer to me, and I feel the heat of our bodies radiating, I punch another moan out of me, reflecting on the moments from where it all started.
“You know… there is something about the way the world fades away when someone’s riding your mouth. It’s like everything else disappears, and what remains is just so incredible. It’s like an overwhelming experience of taste, smell, texture, and just some moaning sounds.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so. It’s, uh, quite an experience.” I say, and he lets out a chuckle as I am still struggling to breathe with all that intensity happening in just one night.
“They say orgasm is when your mind goes truly blank, but for me, it’s when busy thoughts just dissipate, you know?” He says.
“I totally agree, and with this new experience, I am now left wondering why some people come to face-sitting later in life,” I say and he chuckles.
“Well, for some people, I think it might seem daunting to some men out there.” He says.
“But, it truly is one incredible experience for women to achieve maximum pleasure,” I say.
“Maybe it’s like people don’t consider it intuitive or practical if they haven’t tried it before. Plus, let’s face it, not much mainstream porn showcases that position.” He replies and I raise an eyebrow.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah… some folks worry about breaking their partner’s nose or suffocating them by putting too much weight down. But speaking for myself, I’m totally down to, you know, going that way. Wouldn’t it be a great way to die? Quite ecstatic.” He says, and I laugh nervously.
“I guess practice makes perfect, huh?” I say, and he winks.
“Exactly! Like any bedroom maneuver, the more you practice, the better the results, and we definitely need a little more practice.” He says, winking and pulling me close even more, giving a peck on my cheeks.
“Babe, you know what I love about face-sitting? I may come off as unconventional, but that’s one thing I would love to confess.” He says so, and I raise an eyebrow, nudging him to go forward.
“Well, first off, it’s like a perfect match; my lips and your vulva… just fit together perfectly. I don’t have to be in an awkward position and avoid my neck being strained while I take in your juices. It’s just pure comfort, as I can lie comfortably on my back and focus entirely on making you feel amazing.” He says and I smile.
“Why are you smiling?” he asks.
“Just realizing, how good of a gentleman my boyfriend is,” I say, and he smiles, kissing me.
“Compliments aside, let me just say that when you’re on top, taking charge, it’s a whole different level of fun. I can feel your movements and instantly know what’s working. Plus, you’ve got options, and I love that.” He says.
“And… the way you vibrate and shudder when you climax, it’s just fantastic.” He continues.
“It really is. And the more we know each other, the better we match energies in the whole experience.” He says.
“Exactly! It’s like being the king and queen of our own little world.” I say as we lie together, immersed in our own worlds of pleasure.
