Moments of Clarity: Addendum

The Moments are plentiful. Like a line is just a series of tiny dots, these Moments of Clarity form the path through a life of experiences and sensations. Never a straight line but rather like the jagged, rhythmic line of the heartbeat. Ups and downs. Ins and outs. Trials and tribulations.

A lot of the Moments in the first instalment were associated with 'firsts'. First time you did this. First time you felt that. Because the firsts are Moments that stick. This instalment includes some as well but there are so many other profound Moments that happen often.


Entering Her Ass.
The first time is, of course, remarkable to say the least. Tighter than you'd ever dreamed. Hotter than you'd ever hoped. But each and every time features that fragment of time that defines the act. The prelude is sexy, regardless of which woman is on her knees before you. Often your cock is wet from her cunt. Sometimes not. You're both warmed up but needing, craving, an extra edge. The visuals are stunning. Her ass is in the air before you. Your cock is rigid and hungry for heat. Grabbing it and feeling her sticky cuntjuice on your fingers is exquisite.

You squeeze it hard, feeling your jaw clench. Your cockhead swells at the pressure. Sometimes the wet from her cunt is enough but lubricating her ass is part of the experience, however you choose to do it. Dripping oil high up between her ass cheeks and watching it trickle down over her tiny ass muscles. Smearing it roughly in with your fingers, letting one slide inside her hole or smearing it with your cockhead.

Then again, you could always spit on her ass. There is something inherently dirty and sexy about that. Leaning over and either letting a long string of your spit dangle down to ooze over her hole or spitting sharp and hard with that sexy 'thwp' sound. However you do it, when it's done, there's only one thing to do. One hand on her hip, folding your fingers over her hip bone, holding on tight. Grabbing your impossibly hard cock tight and aiming it at her asshole. Rubbing it firmly against her puckered hole, starting to force it.

It never – ever – looks like it will fit but that never fucking stops you from trying, now does it? You watch her puckered asshole bulge out as she prepares herself and you know she's tried this before. Good girl. Force it. Get your hips involved. Watch your cockhead begin its entrance, her muscles reluctantly surrendering, spreading to let your cock in. Your cockhead slides in. That's the moment. Right there. When your cockhead is halfway inside her asshole. You're on your way in.

It's pure glory from then on, a long series of ecstatic moments as her asshole closes over your cockhead and the whole journey to penetration, not to mention the fucking – watching her muscles bulge out when you withdraw and then seeing them disappear when you thrust in. But looking down and seeing your cockhead half inside her ass. Magic. The biting tightness of it. The sharp sensation. The knowledge that you're going to slide the rest of your hard shaft inside with the sole intention of cumming... that's fantastic.

The Moment: As described. Your cockhead halfway past her ass muscles.

Splat and Spray.
You're fucking her. She's fucking you. You're fucking. Doesn't matter where or when or who. Fucking. There is no doubt something delicious about cumming inside her. Something primal and animalistic about shooting your seed inside her cunt. But there are times where you need it different. There are times that you need to see it or that you need her to see it. It is your cum after all. Cumming is easy for men, but it is still a confirmation of your attraction to her. She gave you her body and cunt and her body and cunt makes you want to cum. Seeing it, showing it, is glorious. Sometimes she asks for it, wanting to see it, wanting you to show her. You're fucking.

It's best when you're on top or if you're fucking her from behind. You feel your cum rising. You know the feeling. It has commenced. You keep fucking, maybe your tempo alters slightly, but you keep at it. Here it comes. One hand gets ready, positioned stiffly in the air beside your body. Ready for it. You try to hold out. Make it last. But the inevitable moment arrives and timing is everything. In a flash, in world-record time, your hand flies down and grabs your cock – veins pulsing, ready to shoot – at the very same moment you start to pull your cock out. Two actions barely visible to the human eye. You grab it and squeeze it so fucking hard.

If she's on her back she'll raise her head to watch, mouth open, eyes wide, sharing your moment in awed anticipation. She mumbles her encouragement – 'yeah, fuck yeah... yeah... cum baby...' Again you try to make it last, letting your cum begin to shoot up your shaft but squeezing it so hard it can't shoot out. You thrust your hips forward, pointing your cock there where you wish to empty your load. On her stomach, on her spread, used cunt lips, on her tits.

Is she on her knees? Then her cunt lips again, the small of her back or, even better, her tight asshole. You let fly. Watching in amazement as your thick, white cum erupts from your cockhead. Sometimes shooting violently, sometimes spurting heavily out and dripping down. Whatever the case, you shoot your hot, salty cum onto her soft, smooth skin. Seeing it. Showing her. Cumming hard and long, your cum puddling in her recesses. Oozing down her stomach, tits, crack. Until you collapse on top of her, feverishly seeking out her lips and tongue.

The Moment: The first sticky globs slapping onto her skin.

Ready For Seconds.
Whenever it happens it's cool. Whether it's a new, fuck-all-day-and-all-night-long partner or a long-term girlfriend/wife/lover. You never expect it and that makes it special. Every time. You've just fucked. Wildly, gently, whatever. You lie next to her and catch your breath, as does she. Kissing softly, caressing tenderly. Then it hits you. That sensation. Your cock starts to harden again. Your brain pauses for a moment, wondering if it's true or just a false alarm. It's true. Your cock is filling with blood, stiffening, hardening, rising. After the initial doubt and shock, you are invigorated.

Your testosterone production picks up. You feel energized. She is pleased as well, sensing your desire and her own. Another round of sex is inevitable. Whether she takes you in her mouth and sucks you or straddles your cock as you kiss or whether you crawl between her spread thighs and slide up inside her cunt again – it is intense and you fuck for ages.

The Moment: When the doubt fades and you realise it's for real.

Spreading.
A rare occurrence in a life of sex but that only makes it more delicious. You come across women who have mastered the art of doing it and making it look sexy. Like this brunette. She is ready for you. There is no doubt about that. Maybe you've enjoyed heated foreplay, maybe you haven't even kissed yet. She lies down on the bed, watching you hungrily with her eyes as you step towards her, cock at the ready, breath irregular. Her hands slide down her slim stomach. You haven't figured out what she's doing yet. Her hands glide gracefully between her legs. On that cue, her legs spread. Knees up, heels digging in. Spreading wide. Her slim fingers delicately moisten themselves on the juice from her willing cunt. Small circular movements.

You are approaching her but you slow to watch. With thumbs and forefingers you watch her grab her cunt lips and pull them gently to the sides. She is exposing her cunthole to you. Her most private and treasured place. She is signalling to you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she wants your cock inside her. That she desires you and your cock. She spreads her cunt lips wide with her fingers and then flattens her fingers against them, holding them firmly open.

You see her clit, hard, erect, exposed. That little girlcock that gives her so much pleasure. Her eyes are on you, watching your reaction. You glance between her gorgeous eyes and her splayed, wet cunt lips against the backdrop of her shaved cunt. Such beauty. Such an invitation. You oblige. Getting between her legs and letting your cock find it's way. Thrusting into her and embarking on yet another sexual journey.

The Moment: Her fingers peeling her cunt lips back, exposing the beauty of her cunt and clit.

Dirty Talk.
She loved to see a man go primal. She relished in seeing him succumb to his most basic instincts as a member of the animal kingdom and regress backwards down the path of evolution. She wasn't a control freak, it was just her thing. There was nothing she loved more than to egg a man on to orgasm through her fantastic ability to talk dirty. You'd be fucking her. Fucking her good. Good for both of you. You were pleased that you're fucking hard and long. Making it last. She could see that look in your eye. That look that men get when they feel like they're a bit of a porn star. That's when she'd tip the boat.

She'd wrap her hand around your neck and pull you close, pulling your head down against your shoulder and turning her head so that her mouth was right against your ear. She'd hold you there and start talking. The amazing thing was that she knew exactly what to say. She would hit a dozen nails on the head, spouting dirty talk about your innermost, never-before-mentioned fantasies. How the fuck did she know? You were never in a position to ask.

The words were uttered in a long, rhythmic mutter, ranging from whispers to hoarse hisses. She was often unselfish when pushing the right buttons. Sometimes it was simple: 'Come on, baby... just fuck me... don't worry about me, just get tucked in and fuck... cum baby...' Other times she would be more creative: 'Oh, daddy, your cock is so big... do you like fucking your girl?' That sounds like a cliché, but mark my words there are a lot of men out there who get off on that fantasy, even if they aren't aware of it. Or: 'I saw you looking at that girl in the red dress tonight... you want to fuck her? I bet you wish you were fucking her right now... go on, pretend my cunt is hers. Pretend I'm watching you fuck her... she's so tight, baby... cum inside of her and then I'll suck your cum out of her tight cunt...'

She got off on your reaction. She catered to the male mind with her dirty talk and she got off on the way your grunts changed pitch, becoming deeper, more desperate. Getting off on the way you buried your head in her shoulder, closed your eyes and let your hips start fucking her harder and harder. She knew which buttons to push and pushed them happily and eagerly.

The Moment: The first words hissed into your ear.

Her kinks and quirks.
Kinks and quirks are out there. You know that. I know that. Every possible thing is a kink for somebody, somewhere. As you read this there is certainly a man or woman getting off while watching a shellfish documentary on Animal Planet or looking at pictures of the Pope. That's the human mind. No limits. She was no different. She had her thing. Odd? No doubt. Kinky? Definitely. Advantageous? Absolutely. Advantageous because it involved sex for you. Lots of it. No ties, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure physical pleasure but also the pleasure of watching her get off on her thing.

And her thing was other girls cunts on your cock. Sounds simple but it is so much more intricate. She didn't want to watch you fucking other girls (although maybe she did, you just never got to find out). She was obsessed by the olfactory elements involved. The girl was obsessed by the smell of other girls cunts on your cock. Not the sweet, pure scent of cuntjuice but the raw, hard, musky smell of fucking and of sweat.

You didn't really believe her when you first met her. Who would? She came up to you as you were leaving a party. Six in the morning. You were drunk and preparing to stumble back to your flat. You had fucked a girl in the bathroom of the house three hours prior. Now you just wanted to sleep. She approached you, nostrils flared. Eyes wide. She had been at the party, too. She tells you that she saw you disappear with that sexy little brunette and asks you if you fucked her. You nod. Warily. Jealous psycho? You don't know.

She looked pleased at your answer. She tells you she wants to suck your cock. Wants to taste that sexy little brunettes juices on your cock. Did you cum inside of her? You nod. Still spooked but strangely aroused. Hell, didn't she just say she wanted to suck your cock? Your cock heard the words and reacted accordingly. She is a bit drunk, too, and she mumbles something about loving the smell and taste of cum and cunt and sweat and alcohol seeping out of the pores. You don't really understand. Except for that part about her wanting to suck your cock.

She comes home with you and, upon arrival, she is strangely irritable. It can't go quick enough. Down with your trousers, pushed back onto the bed, she strips out of her clothes and starts inhaling the scents on your cock. You sit up on your elbows, watching her in amazement. She spends ages smelling your cock, your balls, your ass. The exhalation of air on your shaft only serves to harden your already hard cock even more. It is weird but it is erotic. She takes you in her mouth and sucks your cock, as promised. Sucks hard and intense. Every square centimetre. It is amazing but you realise she is literally sucking it clean. Tasting every molecule of your fucking with the sexy little brunette. Mumbling the whole time: 'that sexy little bitch... smells so good... tastes so good... and your cock... your cum... so perfect... sweat, seed, cunt... perfect...' Perfect indeed.

You start to feel those familiar feelings in your cock. She climbs up and straddles you, not looking at you, just lost in her own world. Mumbling the whole time as she sinks onto your cock and starts slamming down onto your cock. Hard. Rough. Intense. She mumbles to you: 'Tell me when you're gonna cum...' You do. Soon after that. You can't hold it anymore. When she hears the words, she leaps off your cock and grabs it with her hand, bending over close to your cockhead, jacking you the rest of the way. Your cum spurts out in thick globs onto your stomach and you're damned if she isn't smelling it as it passes her nose and then inhaling deeply after your finished and your cum pools together in your belly button.

She licks at it, scooping it up with her tongue like a cat. Tasting it on her tongue. She scoops the rest of it up and rubs it all over her tits and stomach and cunt. The latter sending her into a sharp, quick, violent orgasm. You lie there, completely trashed, staring at her like she is an alien. Your alcohol-infested brain, riddled with fatigue, doesn't really comprehend. She stands up, putting on her clothes. Smiling to herself. Satisfied.

She writes down her name and number for you and insists that you call her the next time you fuck a girl, but only on two conditions – the girl has to be good-looking and you have to cum inside her. And preferably sweaty sex, with consumption of alcohol. She says to call her anytime, day or night. She'll come to your place to inhale the aromas. She kisses you absent-mindedly, picks up your underwear, sniffs it, puts it in her bag and leaves.

You don't really believe it happened when you wake up 12 hours later with a hangover. Not until you find her name and number. A week later, the conditions are perfect. You've fucked a sexy thing and came inside of her. You aren't sure if you should ring. But you do.

Sure enough, she arrives at your flat a hour later and the whole show starts over. This time, however, she hasn't seen the girl and as she smells and tastes she gets you to describe the girl for her. You don't believe this girl. She is too odd to be true. But there she is. There she is every time you call her for the next eight months. Getting off on the smell of other girls cunts on your cock. Until your acquaintance ends and she moves away. But she is never forgotten.

The Moment: Every time she knelt between your legs and started to sniff the scents.

Sleepy R.E.M Sex.
For some strange biological reason, a hangover provides the optimal conditions for this one. That cocktail of hangover and fatigue makes me horny. Nevertheless, this one is enjoyable no matter what. When your dreams suddenly become intense, erotic and your brain is overwhelmed with sex. Then, at some undefined moment, the R.E.M. cloud starts to dissipate and mix with sensations that increase in sharpness and definition.

You crawl groggily out of sleepstate into the real world and you never ceased to be amazed to discover what your body is up to while you were gone. Your breath catches in your throat. Your moans are hoarse and morning-like. Your eyes are narrow. Your nostrils are flared – for the scents inherent in this Moment are musky and pointed. Whatever you wake up to, it is startling and delicious.

Whether she is nestled down between your thighs, sleepily suckling your erection, eyes on you, waiting expectantly for you to wake and realise or whether your cock is buried sensually inside her cunt as you spoon her – her hips pushing gently back onto your cock, her moans soft and dreamy. Whatever the case, wandering from sleep directly in sex is glorious.

The Moment: Opening your eyes and seeing the glory of it all before you.

Fragments.
Much shorter than moments, there are countless fragments of time that contain brief, aesthetic visual snapshots that linger for a lifetime. Which is remarkable considering the length of time it takes to experience them. The fragments in question are simple and yet vivid and powerful. It could the glimpse up a girl's skirt as she rides past on her bike in Copenhagen and you notice she isn't wearing knickers.

It could be the seductive jiggle of a pair of tits that walk past. Or erect nipples erect in a thin top. A swaying ass about which poetry could be written. A pair of lips sipping a cappuccino. Brief, smoky eye contact through a train window. The way a girl's hair dances around her tanned shoulders. A pair of slim, smooth legs crossed, revealing too much thigh for your own good.

Each and every fragment punctuated by that sharp, short inhalation of air as your breath catches in your throat. Following a fantastic ass down the street for a block or so. Watching a beautiful girl at the beach as she oils her body. Your hand brushing against a women's hand in a queue for the cinema. You never forget them. They will occupy your brain until you're dead. If it is summer, then read the consequences in the next chapter.

The Moment: Every single fragment as above.

That Sensation.
Reading back on past writings I notice I refer often to 'that familiar sensation'. That instant when you realise that an orgasm is underway. It is without a doubt a Moment of Clarity. One that men experience thousands of times in their lives.

The variations are endless. They can appear suddenly, against your will, often in youth, but not bound by that age period. Out of the blue. Wham. That sensation hits you and before you can react, your cock is pumping cum out into your trousers. Warm, sticky at first, then cold. Thankfully, in a lifetime of experiences, that is rare. More often than not the sensation appears when you expect it, but even that is almost always too soon. It's tough to describe.

Whether you're jacking your cock or fucking hard into a cunt or ass, the very act has a predetermined ending. You're fucking to cum. That's what we do and, like most Hollywood films, we know how it ends before we start. Nevertheless, that sensation is odd. It triggers conflicting emotions in your head. 'Yes! Orgasm on the way!' and 'Fuck! Not yet...!' To describe it? The best I can do is a kind of a tickle. Or the same kind of feeling as the fluttery, butterflies in the stomach, feeling. Just farther down. In the balls. In the groin. The moment is sudden and long-lasting all at once.