Thunderstorm sex
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Posted:Oct 31, 2014 1:32 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2024 5:50 am
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When ever there is a thunderstorm, I recall a fantastic experience I had with my girlfriend in my mid-20s.
We were camping out the night before a white-water rafting trip. She is a petite, fiery red head and we were more compatible physically than mentally by that time in our relationship. We were both willing to put up with each other cause the sex was great.
That night, we had a few drinks and were sitting around the campfire when a vicious thunderstorm rolled in out of nowhere, and everyone just ran for their tents. By the time we got there, we were wet and breathless. Nothing else to do, but drop the wet clothes and start kissing furiously on the air mattress.
The noise of the storm was tremendous. Rain pounding the tent walls, and flashes of lightening revealing glimpses of each others passion, followed by booms of thunder.
We were so revved up, she rolled me on my back and rode me in high cowgirl style.
I was in heaven, bucking in answer to her heaving upon me. The lightening gave me flashes of her mad lust as she was fingering her clit. She rode me harder, faster, and deeper. I don't think it was the longest fuck, but it was certainly memorable as we came together as the rain fell and lightening bolts blazed.
I got a deeper understanding of why the Japanese call orgasms the moment of clouds of rain.
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