mismatchedmama:groceriesforhatch:My most mindblowing orgasm came from a toy like this one…and ic
mismatchedmama: groceriesforhatch: My most mindblowing orgasm came from a toy like this one…and ice. Spread eagle on my back, bound with several pillows under my hips, He sat talking to me quietly as ice melted in a small bowl beside Him. He lazily touched here and there. After a few minutes, He picked up an ice cube and slid it into my ass. I was surprised—I hadn’t thought He’d place ice in my ass and I was surprised by the sensation. After a few delicious moments of rubbing my clit, He inserted another piece, then another. Between insertions, He would rub my clit, dipping his fingers into my cunt, gauging my response. I began to lose count, my mind stripped of thought as my pelvic muscles tighted and clamped down. I could feel the ice inside me, beginning to melt. The sensation of being full, in a very different way, cannot be expressed in words. Rapidly my pleas became glutteral whimpers; I remember attempting to use my words and hearing them transplanted by loud moans and little mews. My body took control, hips bucking—all from half a dozen or so pieces of ice in my ass. He left me there, to buck and moan; it felt like hours. Surely, it was only a few seconds. I didn’t notice Him pick up the bulbed glass dildo. When he pressed it into my ass, I bucked harder against his slow and methodical rhythm. He did not touch my clit or dip his fingers into my cunt. He used his free hand to press my body back onto the pillows while keeping his slow pace, in and out of my ass, each thrust and withdrawl moving pieces of ice around inside me. It did not take long, but again, it felt like hours. The orgasm shattered me and I momentarily blacked out. I recall the blurry image of Him mounting me, his cock thrusting inside, and my pussy clutching around Him with great force. The ice had done its job. Every muscle in my pelvic region had seized; his cock stretching me, my cunt pushing back. I remember the feel of his mouth on my lips, my neck, sucking on my earlobe, biting down as the warmth of his cum blanketed me, easing the internal muscle spasms. I laid there a long time after, attempting to regain my understanding of time and place. When I finally found my words, I apologized, realizing I’d not asked permission to cum. His words were warm and soft, Oh sweet girl, don’t worry. You had my permission. And after a pause, He chuckled, his voice changing, You did ask. You didn’t use words I understood, but you did ask. When I am in need of a powerful orgasm, I head to the freezer, snag half a dozen ice cubes or so (the large square ones). I prepare my bed with a towel and a warm blanket (for after). I pull the glass dildo from the drawer and I wait for the ice cubes to melt a bit and lose their hard edges. I close my eyes and begin, spreading my ass and sliding in one ice cube, then another… Caption © Groceries for Hatch, 2012 Video: unknown photographer Too hot for words! I’ve reblogged this one once before, but I just love it! -- source link