An out-of-body Sexperience [M/F] | 2016

Bad puns in the title, not even sorry.

This past weekend, I had one of the greatest climaxes I think I've had, ever, with my Vanilla Boy. So of course, I had to hop on here to tell you guys about it!

The previous day, he had been lying in bed horizontally, such that his knees were bent and his feet touched the floor. I was sitting in his lap, leaning forward and we were making out. We didn't have time for sex at the time, but made a mental note to try out this position later.

Fast forward to the next day, when we were mostly lazing about the house half-naked for most of the day, and actually had time to have sex. Remembering this position, we decided to try it out. Of course, first, I wanted to tease him, since I was on top. Before letting him enter me, I straddled him such that his cock rested between my pussy lips, and slid back and forth. However, I ended up teasing myself quite a bit, as sliding forward enough would have the head of his cock against my clit. I ended up grinding against him, the head of his cock stimulating my clit as my lips tightened around him, and I could feel his fingertips sinking into my ass as he grabbed me.

It hit the point where I couldn't bear to NOT have him inside me, so we shifted and he entered me. The new position felt amazing, the curve of his cock just so, hitting some spot inside me that begged for attention. Then he sat upright, and it got better. We could hold each other close as I grinded into him, leaving a chain of kisses from his ear to his shoulder, sucking on each bit just a little as I went.

We then switched to a position that he called Sporking and I call Cuddlefucking. Normally, it works just fine, but I guess physics just wasn't working with us on that one, so we switched to him pounding me from behind. He had fingers of one hand laced through my hair as he pulled my head back enough to kiss my lips, face, and neck, while I played with my clit, bringing myself rather close to orgasm.

I then suggested that we try this over the edge of the bed, so he didn't have to be on his knees. We shifted so we were both standing by the bed, with me bent over it, but I was too short for it to feel good, so I put both my knees on the bed, so I was curled up. He leaned over me, almost wrapping himself around me, as we fucked. The position had made my pussy tighter, so his cock filled me up that much more, and it felt incredible. He put one leg onto the bed for leverage and started kissing my neck as he held my tits in his hands, flicking my nipples occasionally to get a gasp out of me between my longer moans.

As we got close, I flipped over so that I was on my back again, and had my legs wrapped around him as he fucked me on the bed. Many times, I'll tease myself when I know he's getting close, not letting myself cum until he's so close, my orgasm would push him over the edge. This time, it seemed I didn't have enough cognition for even that. My body was the one in control; my mind had checked out long ago. It felt incredible.

As I mentioned before, I can tell when he's really close because of how his posture and body language shifts. This time, I didn't even register it because I was already so close myself. There were so many times I had almost come, or brought myself close, or had just a smaller orgasm (likely because of all of our shifting positions) that I had a lot of HP stored up for the climax. He was getting close, but I wasn't even registering that, as I was brought to what was probably a series of orgasms -- or one, big, long, powerful one.

I've mentioned before the head-explosion feeling I occasionally get during climax. It's sort of like how I know the sex was really good -- it feels like the dopamine rush is so much, my head is actually exploding with how much pleasure I'm feeling. This time, it went one step beyond. As my head felt like it was exploding, it felt like my ghost was slipping out of my body through my head. I didn't get to the point where I could watch myself having sex, but if it had gone on any longer, I would have.

My orgasm brought him to orgasm, so when we both collapsed at the end, I was immediately back in my body, where I belong. I told him about the experience almost immediately (well, as soon as we could speak coherently). Neither of us are very spiritual (in fact, I'm pretty much an atheist) and I've never had an experience like this before. Nonetheless, it's good to notice that some aspect of sex has become almost automatic for us -- not in a robotic way, but in the way that our bodies know exactly what to do to bring the other person pleasure, and know exactly how to sync up so that we have simultaneous orgasms most of the time.