It's kind of funny, the part of this story that I relate to most is the, "rambles on for 8, 10, 12 hours." bit. If that isn't peak leftist energy then I don't know what is.
His every sentence was a leftist meme. I miss him so much, just want him back. 😿
It's up to you and me now comrade. We stand on the shoulders of giants.
Edit: And the masses who made their movements possible! I woke up this morning and realized I left out a (the?) most important component.
Fidel winding up that "fuck me" line
:Fidel-deke: :fidel-layup: :fidel-balling:
Today I had the best vaginal orgasm of my life. I don’t have them every time but this one was really powerful.
He was teleworking and I got to his house at around 10:30 this morning. When he was able to leave his computer, he kneeled under the desk and started licking me through my red lace panties and then he pulled them aside to lick me softly. I felt like I would cum right there but I pulled him onto the floor and bent over for him to enter me from behind, then we worked our way up the stairs to the bed.
For the first ten minutes or so of fucking, it feels absolutely wonderful. But the real, euphoric pleasure kicks in after that and I am transported to a place where my entire body is flooded with pleasure and every thrust sends waves of ecstasy from my clit up my belly to my chest and back and down my legs. I can even feel my hands and feet tingling. I become unaware of my surroundings and just float on those waves. I am aware only of him and the incredible sensations shooting between us.
He usually stops fucking me to make me cum with his tongue at some point. It takes about 3-7 minutes of slow circles around my clit or fast, vibrator-like licking to bring me to an earthshaking orgasm. He stops for a moment to lick my labia softly and then I wiggle my clit back to his tongue when I begin to feel another powerful orgasm coming on. This one usually comes in 30-60 seconds.
When I am still trembling and my muscles have all gone slack, he enters me again and I scream with pleasure because the feeling of his hardness pushing into my still throbbing c*nt causes the waves of orgasm to continue. My pussy is so engorged at this point that every touch feels like a mini orgasm. It flows like a river, leaving wet spots on the bed. We kiss while he fucks me and I lick my own wetness off his slippery chin.
Today he must have fucked me for another fifteen minutes before I began to feel the mini orgasms which lead to the big one. Sometimes he feels me about to cum and has to slow down so that he won’t cum too soon and then my orgasm stops temporarily, only to come back up again, and I wait for that decisive set of thrusts which send me over the edge into a crashing, aching, exquisite earthquake of pleasure. The aftershocks come and I ride them into another orgasm… Then we continue for as long as we possibly can because we never want it to end.
Today I wanted him to fuck my ass but we ran out of time so we will have to wait until next time for that. Afterward I was floating on a happy cloud all the way home, even in traffic. Nothing seems to bother me after he fucks me like that and everything makes me smile. My pussy still tingles and aches for him for hours afterward but I love the feeling of anticipation because I know it won’t be long before I am fucking Stalin again.
but there's no character anything here, it's just one extended action scene with no dialogue or plot or conflict or change.
do better with your stalin smut; the man was literally a poet; take some fucking inspiration.
i mean, not stalin porn, id have to learn eastern european poetry and im not ready yet, but yeah im down.
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I feel like handing someone your own gun kind of levels the power dynamic
