One of the best things, I think, of being in a long-term relationship with someone who knows exactly what buttons to press to maximise your pleasure is, simply just that; they know your buttons and you also know theirs. Sometimes it almost seems as if no actual expression of need or want is required to be vocalised; things just happen and it just so happens that those things are exactly the right things. To have that kind of relationship with one partner is amazing, for me, the fact that I have it with two, in both Master C and “The Girl” is special beyond words.
I’ve always maintained that Master C can play my body like a musical instrument. He has that virtuoso skill to take me to the edge of orgasm and hold me there for so long that it seems that time has no meaning, and then, when I am past the point of endurance, He will unleash the triumphant crescendo of my climax in a grand finalé.
It works both ways however. When I am sucking Master C’s cock, my long familiarity with His responses; the moans and sighs, the involuntary flinches and twitches, the tension in His muscles, in His thighs and in His face, all tell me what He is experiencing and what He is enjoying. They let me know what I should concentrate on to prolong and maximise His pleasure. They warn me of the proximity of His climax, allowing me to slow things down, or speed things up depending on whether or not prolonging the sensations or providing Him the release He needs is the appropriate course of action.
We can read each other’s signals; my gasps of pain as His belt strokes my arse, my whimpers and sobs of frustration as He edges me, the deepening of His breathing as His climax approaches, the swelling and twitching of His cock as His arousal grows, the tightening of His hold on my hair or around my neck as the primal, animal side of His sexual nature takes hold.
The same is true with “The Girl”. We have been “lovers” for over 30 years so we just instinctively know what to do to and with each other. We know when to use our fingers or our lips or our tongues, we know how hard to bite/nibble and with how much speed and force to apply our tongues. When I’m going down on her, I can tell by taste as her orgasm approaches. When she goes down on me, she knows just what to do to turn me into a soaking mess of orgasmic energy.
And yet, it still comes down to communication. Our bodies; mine, Master C’s and “The Girl’s” are all “talking” to each other even when none of us are using words. Those non-verbal cues express what we need and how what the other person is doing is fulfilling those needs just as much as if we were articulating them out loud. Years of communicating and sharing our desires through all the means at our disposal mean that it is possible to have the most fantastic encounter without ever expressing any words other than those occasional profanities that accompany such intense emotional and sensual experiences.
In both of my relationships, the participants perform well practiced duets, where the performance of each member of that pairing compliment each other; enhancing and enriching the experience for both.