Lacestockings

I say part 1, as we only managed to get through 2 of them – the two being Play and Heat.  The lovely people at Durex also sent Pina Colada, Cherry and Tingle, which hopefully we will get round to (but this requires a separate post on relationship-type stuff).  So here goes:

Play

I have tried this before, both with William and with other people (although that wasn’t always strictly for sexual purposes!), but in the interests of science, we tried it again, to be fair.  William got straight into it: he went down on me, to warm me up, before lubing up one finger and sliding it into my very wet sex.  This was very pleasurable: there was no discomfort (sometimes I get this if I’m not ‘prepped’ enough) and it had a silky feel to it.  He then lubed up another finger, and proceeded to probe at my anus, before oh-so-easily sliding in, whilst still sliding a finger in and out of my vagina and licking my clit to oblivion.  The feeling was incredible, not only because he’d done all this in practically no time at all with hardly any easing me into it, but it actually felt good.  So good, that I came all over his face.

Very good Durex!

Heat

Heat was second on the list, so I decided to return the favour, after I’d suitably overcome my light-headedness.  I decided a hand job was in order.  I don’t very often give these: they are labourious, and it takes William a while to come even if he’s doing it, so I don’t have a hope in hell.  Also, I get very, well, worried I’m doing it wrong.  But all this was put aside, caution was thrown into the wind, and I lubed up the palms of my hands with Heat and started to give the hand job of my life: long, up and down strokes, with intervals spent just playing with the head, and sometimes using both hands.  I was leaning over him, so I took matters into my own, well, breasts, and thrust his throbbing cock between them.  I grabbed my breasts and simulated what my hands had previously done.  Now, neither of us could feel any heat that we weren’t generating ourselves, so I stopped what I was doing temporally and got William to read the instructions.

Ohhh, you’re meant to blow on it to activate it.  I see.  Back to hand job.  

‘Can you feel that?’, as I gave a new meaning to the phrase ‘blow job’

‘Er…not really…’ came the reply.

Hmph.  I decided to test it out myself.  If I blew onto my palms, which were coated in lube, I could feel the heat, not the usual coolness you get when you blow on yourself.  So the lube does work.  It’s just selective.