Doin' It Like A Porn Star

She gave me that look. THAT look. That wanton look that told me she knew just what she wanted and intended to get it. We were both already naked and I was sitting on the sofa. She came over to me, gyrating her hips and fondling her breasts, pushing them together. She straddled me, still gyrating. She was the pole dancer and I had the pole. She lowered herself carefully over me, sank down on me with a lascivious sigh, pushed her soft breasts into my face and thrust her hips in sharp little jabs while I grabbed around her bum and pulled her onto me.

She rose off me again, grabbed hold of my cock and led me into the bedroom. I stood obedienly by the bed while she went down on all fours, head down and buried in the pillow, bum jutting high in the air, legs splayed, cunt lips swollen and gaping wide with a gleam of moisture between them. No mistaking what she wanted me to do. I stood with one foot on the floor and one on the bed beside her. I pushed forward just enough to let the tip of my cock rest in her cleft and then stopped, stopped to run my hands over the perfect rounded smoothness of her bum and to hear her moan in appreciation, stopped to let the very tip of my glans be titillated by delicate fleshy ruffles of her inner labia, stopped to wet my thumb in my mouth and then press it onto her arsehole, then gently pushed again, infinitely slowly until my whole length was once more inside her.

Like a mighty steam locomotive slowly picking up speed I started to stroke faster and harder, first touching, then bumping, and at last crashing into her with jarring thuds at the end of each thrust.

”Oh my God” she moaned. ”That’s so good, that’s just how I need it. Oh my God, you’re hitting just the right spot”

And so it went on.

This was something completely new to me. From being rather self-conscious in the start, Heather has become more vocal during sex over the years, and especially now we no longer have children around the house to worry about, but she has never before been verbal in that way. Afterwards, as we were lying together in our shared post-coital haze I told her how much I appreciated her verbalising her desires, how much it turned me on. I wished she would do it more often.

”I know, but it sounds so corny. I think it makes me sound like I’m in a second-rate porno movie”

(Like, the idea of fucking a porn star would turn any guy off, right?)

Everybody does silly things during sex which they wouldn’t dream of doing at any other time. It’s all about throwing away your inhibitions and living in the moment.

Corny or not, I’ve waited years for her to talk to me like a porn star.