I woke up with an arm around me. Sleeping the whole night cuddled in his arm was a wonderful feeling. It was something I would have wanted to do earlier, now that I know how it felt. I grew up doing the upright way my parents set for us, and that included the limitations I should keep as a woman. Touches between sweethearts should not go beyond hand-holding, though it was difficult to keep in my case. Though I had a strong conviction against pre-marital sex and that my husband and I had kept the rule, we still defied light intimacies like kissing and hugging.
I was still in my thoughts about those rules when I felt him moving. Seeing that I was already awake, he pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. I thought he was ready to devour me since he had already regained his energy. I waited and closed my eyes, and to my surprise, I heard him snoring again.
A beep on my phone diverted my thoughts from him. I grabbed it from the bedside table, and when I saw the caller's name, I sank. I was already expecting her teases. It was Ara, my best friend.
"Psst! How's the experience?"
"We just slept."
"What?" I could surely see her in my mind, her eyes bulging in her small, heart-shaped face.
"Yes." There was silence for a while before I heard her bursting out in laughter.
"We were exhausted, you know that. We personally handled the details of the wedding," I scolded her, but a smile broke out on my lips. I couldn't imagine how frustrated she was. "Whoever suggested the DIY concept should be damned. It ruined my wedding night."
Ara laughed her heart out. She had magic fingers in designing, and the decision to create our Do-It-Yourself set-up for the church and reception area was hers. Everything that was pleasing to the eyes at the wedding venue was from her deft hands. She also created my bridal bouquet and those my secondary sponsors used.
"Alright, then. Maybe this morning."
"He's still asleep."
"What?" she hissed again. "How can he sleep with a virgin bride?" I could imagine her rolling her eyes in disgust for marrying a saint. Being a sophisticated and liberated woman, she couldn't believe how we survived in seven years without doing the deed.
"Don't be impatient. Bye, now."
I placed my phone back at the bedside table and lay down again in his arm. My movements must have stirred him up because he brushed my hair with his fingers and began kissing me. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue probing deeper while his hands crawled again to one of my peaks. I bit my lip as I arched my back, offering him my other mound. He must have understood my motive because he replaced his left hand with his mouth and began licking the circumventing border of my left breast. His tongue then moved closer towards the areola, and finally, to my most sensitive part--the nipple.
He stayed there for a while before he moved to my right cup. His left hand crept to my labia, stroking from top to bottom. I tossed and moaned as extreme pleasure gripped me, spreading my thighs wider so he could have better access to my inner folds. It did not take long for his fingers to move up and down before my insides began to drip. His hand then moved to my clit, rubbing it vigorously until his breathing became shallow and fast. Soon, I felt I was at the peak of my pleasure because something was building somewhere beneath me. I suddenly craved a harder pressure, so I reached out for his hand that was rubbing my clit. I guided it to move faster until I felt something bursting inside me. Just as my clit pulsated in succession, I also felt him convulsing while his mouth stayed open around my nipple, allowing his saliva to drip.
After that moment of wonderful genital spasm, my heart beat faster and louder. My mind started to imagine and feel his shaft entering my cave, only to be annoyed when he moved to the sides and fixed my lingerie into its proper place. I made up an excuse to go to the bathroom, hoping that he would come after me and we would have that exciting love session under the shower. I stripped myself out of my undies and turned on the shower. Feeling the cold droplets that sent shivers all throughout my body, I found an excuse to ask for help.
"Zed, can you please turn on the heater? I can't open it." It was not a lie, and I was glad I was able to hide my primary intention.
He came in and reached for the heater's button, setting it into a lukewarm temperature. I did not look at him. I just felt his eyes burning as he watched me fully naked before him. I felt triumphant when he hugged me from behind, his mound touching my lower back. I pretended not to mind him. I proceeded to apply shampoo and spread the lather to my neck, upper body, and genitals. His two hands then cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples together between his fingers. I waited for what seemed like an eternity as I closed my eyes, allowing him to run his hands around my body until his fingers moved up and down my outer labia. Finally, I felt him holding his thing and rubbed it gently at my ass. I turned to face him and look at his possession for the first time. However, he was quick in blocking me by sealing my lips and pushing me to the wall. With his mouth still in my lips and one hand in my breast, his other hand was holding his and rubbed it against my slit. I tossed and moaned loudly as I pushed his waist against mine. He would be damned if he wouldn't slip it inside me soon.
"Hold me, please," I heard him whisper, his voice was full of lust.
My eyes flew wide when he grabbed my hand and let me hold him. My goodness, my small hand couldn't even grasp it in full. I wanted to look at it, but he sealed my lips again while guiding his hand to rub him up and down. I did it willingly until he dropped my hand and hugged me tightly. Enclosed in his arms and pressed close to his body, I felt him convulsing again. His hot and sticky fluids then trickled down my thigh.
"Let's get this done," he said after his panting calmed down.
He picked up the soap, rubbing it in my whole body. When he lathered himself with the soap, I quickly rinsed off, put on my robe, and went back to the bed. I must lead the way for him because I felt impatient anymore.
When the sound of the splattering shower died down, the loud thuds of my heartbeat spiked again. I anticipated that we would finish what we had started when he came out of the bathroom. I dried and combed my hair slowly, imagining his fullness between my thighs. Then, just when I saw the bathroom door open, my phone vibrated. I picked it up hurriedly when I saw my mom's name on the screen.
"Come home, now. Your cousins are waiting for you."
I felt my blood rush up to my head. How could my mom ruin our day?
A week had passed since our wedding night, and still, our intimacies stayed like that. We did not go beyond making out and heavy petting, and I could not understand why. Every time I felt we were about to do it, he would stop and dress me up. I justified his behavior as an act of thoughtfulness and consideration. Perhaps, he did not want me to get scared. He knew about my upbringing, and he probably decided that we should not hurry things out. We would have the whole lifetime to do it, anyway. One afternoon, as I was arranging our things into our new matrimonial house, my phone vibrated. I put down the set of figurines and picked up my phone. It was a text message from Ara, my best friend. "Yen, can you please come over? I want to introduce you to my friend from Japan." Since her house was only a few blocks away, I agreed. In less than a few minutes, I already saw Ara's wide and teasing smile. However, she did not have the time to mock me. "Come, hurr
My husband was not successful in his entry. It was so painful that I felt I would bleed to death if he forced me. I had broken into stages of orgasm during the foreplay, but all the pleasure disappeared when his head hit my entrance. I was trembling and sweating, and suddenly I didn't want him to touch me."It's excruciating at first," he said, "but most of the women say that an extreme pleasure will follow.""I know, but I can't take it," I protested; I didn't even believe the sense of pleasure would happen after a few days, not until my wound would heal."Okay, we will try again next time," he said, and I hugged him tightly, moved by his thoughtfulness.My thoughts then drifted to an incident in the past when two college lovers rushed into the hospital where I worked as the head accountant. I was in the admitting office when the in-charge interviewed the boyfriend who processed their admission."Sir, can I have my downpayment later? We were in a
Four months had passed. I attended a Marriage Encounter Seminar, and I was their resource speaker for the women on behalf of my husband. He had another speaking engagement as a motivational speaker, so I came to his rescue. The conflict was not Zed's fault, but the company for changing the schedule at the eleventh hour. We were both relieved that the organizer agreed on the alternative plan, only to learn later that the event was for Kim Yuan Microelectronic's another teambuilding activity.This was what Mr. Kim talked about when we were at the resort. I was glad that he still remembered it.However, the organizer arranged the schedule directly with Zed and not through me. Perhaps, he was avoiding me.Zed specialized in personal development training, highlighting the importance of changing one's mindset towards a better lifestyle and higher financial standing. He got lots of appointments, especially from companies that promoted team-building and companies speciali
It felt like my bottom was antsy that I couldn't stay in a single position a minute. I got so nervous about having to spread my legs in front of a doctor. I never considered my still being a virgin a problem until Ara made it appear grave in front of her friend. Mitch turned out to be not just a doctor but a specialist in the fields of Obstetrics and Gynecology. Mitch was ten years Ara's senior, but they were close friends in their provincial hometown."Ma'am Yen Ramos, please follow me," Dr. Mitch's secretary called out from the doorway of another room. I was in a sitting room of her clinic, and on the wall across from me were closed doors leading to inspection rooms.Once I was inside the room, she led me to a hydraulic OB Delivery Table. Just seeing the leg holder where I had to place each of my legs in a widespread position made me nervous.I found it hard to imagine that someone else, other than my husband, would look at my genitals in full view
My eyes widened in shock. "Edible panties? Is there something like that? And how is it related to my problem?"Ara giggled harder at my innocence that she almost rolled to the floor. I was in her place because I couldn't afford to talk about being frigid in the house. Zed was there, and I didn't want to disappoint him with the news.Am I really frigid? Why do I get turned on quickly? The only problem wasmy fear every time the huge head of my husband's cock banged into my tight orifice."My gracious lady, close your eyes," Ara said as she pushed me to the couch that had my back leaning on the cushiony backrest."Imagine yourself wearing edible panties. You spread your leg wide, then let Zed lick and suck the candy crotch while his hands are kneading your tits. After that candy crotch dissolves in his mouth, can you imagine what part he would lick and suck next?"I slapped my head and slumped on the couch, rolling my eyes. "Why should it be tha
Zed froze for a while as he realized what I was doing. Probably, it never occurred to him that I could do this. He had known me for seven years, and every time we kissed before the marriage, I was always on guard. All I wanted was to uphold our belief that we should only do sexwithin the marriage bond. And that it would be the priceless gift we would give ourselves during our first wedding night.He gazed at my chocolate-covered cunt for a while, torturing me with the wait. The moment his hands held my knees and spread my thighs apart, I closed my eyes. Soon, the delay that seemed like an eternity ended. I then felt his tongue licking the chocolate cream in a slow but sensual way.I trembled in pleasure and excitement as I felt the chocolate layer thinned out. I giggled as I got tickled, my fingers grasping Zed's hair.In a few moments, I could alreadyfeel the direct touch of his tongue on my labia. My toes curled, wanting him to probe deeper. I moan
"What else does she say?" Zed pressed on when I went silent. I just couldn't believe we finally did it. He was inside me, and I felt my slit stretched out badly to accommodate his fullness. "She said we should open our minds to it and learn more." "Including this." I got up and reached for my phone. Flipping directly to Ara's messages, I opened the links she sent me. I showed it to Zed and his eyes narrowed instantly as his eyes landed on the couple in the video on a heated sexual activity. He did not speak for a while as he watched the man licking on a woman's cunt. The next moment, the scene changed, and the woman crawled on fours, and the man was behind her, banging his rod onto hers, his hands holding her bottom. "Do you like to watch this?" Zed asked, and I noticed that his eyes turned dark with desire. I did not answer because it still felt awkward to watch videos such as that. We were not comfortable yet in talking about sex and
"Congratulations!" Dr. Mitch extended her hand to me with a wide grin on her face. I was sitting across her desk while she opened the folder that contained my official transvaginal ultrasound reading, as well as my urine and serum pregnancy test results. Of course, I did my pregnancy test at home using two different kits. Still, since I was too excited that I wouldn't want a false positive result, I chose to go to a diagnostics and laboratory center for confirmation. I stared at her with wide eyes, wanting to be sure that this was not a dream. "You're pregnant! Are you not happy?" I finally let out a smile, followed by a giggle. "Doc, I can't believe it. The last time I was here-" "So, you did it," Dr. Mitch cut me off. "I understand you both come from a conservative family, but you should put it into your mind that sex is something to be cherished by married couples. It's yours to explore, enjoy, indulge, and learn the art of it." I j