u/kai-field

Three weeks in the US and I was already starting to feel quite at home. Quite the difference from the chaos of London that I was used to and the tea and crumpets were deeply missed but the people I’d met on this new chapter had more than made up for it. A business trip that was supposed to be a week had been extended and given me the luxury of lie ins and late nights exploring. A nice airbnb in the suburbs was exactly the quiet life I was craving. That is till I heard some yelling and a car screeching off.

I stumble out the front door into the afternoon sunshine and see my new neighbour Lucy out on her porch clearly annoyed and upset. We’d exchanged the odd pleasantry and chat already, we were familiar enough so I had to enquire; “Everything alright?”.

“Yeah… actually no, that was my ex husband, I just thought maybe we could work it out, like I always do and invited him back and thought it would be nice… and instead got into a fight and got told I was a terrible partner and that I suck at sex. So that’s just great. Really livened up my day”. I could see her mask her pain.

“Ah, well I was going to ask why he’s your ex but I think I just connected the dots.” A had managed to garner a small smirk. “And also, no one’s bad at sex. Sex is instinct. You just got to listen to your DNA. And also maybe pick who you want to have sex with better, like someone who knows the speed limit here is 20”. We were both about to turn in and head back when I saw her swivel.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh I just meant, some will appreciate you, some won’t, don’t waste your time on those that won’t.” I had one hand on my door knob, already swinging the door open.

“No, I meant about the instinct part, DNA?”.

“Ah. That’s probably a discussion better had inside. Do you want to come in. I’ll make some tea. Or, what you guys seem to call tea.”. She smiles and walks over. She’d been over a couple times already so made herself at home at my kitchen island.

As I put together some tea, I continued, “All I meant was, you don’t have to teach a lion cub to roar, at some point it just … does it. You don’t have teach a baby eagle to flap its wings, one day, it’ll do it. Fish.. swimming. Rabbits… burrowing. My mates chihuahua somehow always finding my shoe to piss in? All instinct. DNA. What makes you think we are any different? We are just animals and sex is just an animalistic part of us. But… that’s where I draw the line. We can tap into the animal side of us… but to reduce sex to just… sex, seems like such an insult to everything we are and can be. We’ve composed symphonies, painted the Mona Lisa, built the Sistine Chapel, written poetry that moves emotions centuries later… only makes sense we infuse sex with the same level of passion. Anything less would just be… less.”

I hand Lucy her mug and sit next to her, “so there’s just no such thing as bad sex, in us, all of us, is the ability to have great sex, it’s just DNA, my question, why stop at greatness? Go further.”

Intrigued, “How?” she asks.

“Well, be present. I know what you’re thinking, that you are present, right? But, are you? When you’re kissing, are you present? Or are you thinking? Thinking about if you’re doing it right? If he likes you kissing? If you should introduce a little more tongue? Don’t think. Feel it. Just let your body answer your questions. Focus on the moment. A simple kiss speaks volumes. Use your body to connect. Feel where your hands are. It’s hard just explaining it but… next time your being intimate… really connect in the moment.” Content with my lesson, I grab my tea.

“Can you show me?” Surprised, I look at Lucy who’s clearly eagerly hooked.

“I mean, I wasn’t really trying that angle, but sure, we’re both grown ups, in the interest of teaching, let’s do it.” I sit up properly, facing her. “Ok, give it a bash, kiss me!” Without hesitation she leans in and presses her lips to mine. I take a moment. Longer than I should have before breaking away. “Ok, that was actually… really good. But, you’re not.. in it… you’re kissing me because you’re thinking about the kiss. Look… come closer.” I place my right hand on her left cheek and pull her close, till her face is a foot away. “Closer.” She comes in closer. “Closer.” We move closer still. Slowly. Till our lips are about to touch. And I pause. And wait. “Breathe. Stay. Just here. Be… with me. Breathe… with me. Feel me Lucy. Feel the closeness. Feel the heat that we are generating.” I lower my voice with each word till it’s a raspy whisper. “Feel us in this moment. Now… feel the moment stretch. Feel time disappear. It’s just… you… and me….breathe for me Lucy. Breathe. Feel your heart race with anticipation. Now…” I grab her right hand with my left and place her hand on my chest… “feel my heart race with the same anticipation.” She could feel each thump of my heart as our lips wavered a hairs width apart. “Kiss me when you feel it”. We paused. Breathing each others breath. Enjoying the closeness. Gazing into each others eyes. Her pretty face melting into my palm. There. That was it. That’s the moment… and she felt it too. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft lips against mine. Pure electricity. She felt it. We kissed. Not as strangers but as lovers. Her lips parted gently and I felt her tongue reach for mine. We made out. Minutes went by. Then she pulled back slowly. Her face still close to mine, just our lips break free. I pant; “Good girl.”

“Woah” she whispered in a trance.

“Woah is right. You did great. You were present. You… are… present.” I let go of her beautiful face and reach for her left hand with my right. Placing her left hand on her chest, whilst holding her right to mine. “Feel both our hearts race. That’s our souls speaking to each other. Breathe. Feel them. Hear them. This isn’t some fairytale where we’ve found true love… no, this… this is instinct. This is DNA. This is our bodies tapping into their animalistic programming.” I let my hand on her chest slide down a tad and brush over her nipple. “Feel your body. Feel how sensitive…every… part of you is right now… so sensitive, my touches should burn. Let…it… burn. Enjoy it.” I say as I move my fingers over her nipple over her clothes. Our lips barely touching as I continue to whisper. “Feel this moment. Breathe. Kiss me when you fe-”, she presses her lips to mine again… but this time… I feel urgency. I feel… lust.

Climbing onto me, she pressed her body to mine as we kiss hungrily. Our tongues dance over each other. Whatever slowness we had enjoyed was quickly replaced with desperate haste. As she straddled me on my kitchen stool, she kissed me with equal vigour.

“That’s it Lucy, listen to your body… press your body on to me… press your pussy onto my cock”. Those words unlocked the animal in both of us. I watched as Lucy ground her hips onto me. Her shorts had ridden up and my trousers tight enough that she was actively grinding her pussy the length of my bulge. All the while, without breaking our kiss. Pure instinct. Her body knew where to move, how to move, when to move.

I reached for her top and that was signal enough for her to reach down and pull it off. Without hesitation she reached for mine next. In a flash, we were both topless, her bra must have gotten pulled off in the tornado of clothes that swung off us. Now MY instincts took over. My arms bear hugged her and pulled her gorgeous tits to my face. My lips quickly found her closest nipple and I sealed my lips to her body. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. I let my tongue dance around her nipple, letting her feel passion like never before. I knew it worked because I could feel her actively pressing down her entire body wait onto my bulge.

She reached down for her shorts, I thought she was going to climb off to pull them off… but clearly… that would take too long. Time we didn’t have in this timeless moment. She stood up just a tad, enough to raise her hips from mine and pulled her shorts and panties to the side. In complete unity, I reached down and fished my hard cock from trouser and boxers, enough to set my cock free and point the tip up just in time as Lucy lowered her hips and awaiting pussy atop. I let go of my cock and grip her hips with both hands and stop her from sitting down on me. “Wait. Breathe. Feel. Me.” I watch her lock eyes with mine and swoop in to kiss me. I give her hips a little give and she lowers herself an inch onto me. The tip of my hard cock slips in and I return my grip on her hips and stop her going further. “Feel. Me. Feel me throb in you. Breathe baby. Breathe”. As I throb her, she moans loudly into my mouth. I drink her passion up. And lower her hips another inch. And hold her there. Throb. “Breathe. Feel me. Feel with your pussy. Feel yourself pulse around me. Connect. Connect with your body.” I lower her another inch. “That’s it. Feel the pressure. Feel the stretch. Let it take over.” I release my grip and she lowers herself the rest of the way. Fully sat. We kiss. She pulses. I throb. She.. grinds.

She’s listening to her body. Her body isn’t telling her to bounce. Her body is telling her to grind. Back and forth. Left and right. And I let her. “That’s it Lucy. Fuck me. Use me. Use my body. Use my cock. In every way you need. Fuck me like you need me. Fuck me.”. She picks up the pace, I can feel her. She’s close. I kiss her. Wrap my arms around her upper back. Hug her tight. So tight, our upper bodies don’t move. It’s just her hips. Moving rapidly back and forth. Grinding me. As my kitchen fills with the sounds of our sex. Moans. Grunts. And louder moans. Till I feel her pussy pulse around my cock uncontrollably and her moans turn to a brief scream… then to a whimper. I kiss her. Hold her. “That’s it. Let your climax wash over you. Feel it. Feel how good ‘we’ feel. Breathe.”

We hold each other for a moment as she pants into my mouth. I break her kiss to kiss her cheek, then her neck then her shoulder and I begin to lick my way back up her neck to her lips. All as she catches her breath. Recovering. Finally she whispers; “Oh my god. That was…fuck. Wow. Breathing. Catching my breath. Sorry that was…”

“That was you being present. Listening to your body. Listening to mine. Listening to the moment. Now… stay with me. Lift.” Obediently, she raises her hips. “Feel how your pussy is pulling on my cock, not wanting to let go. Feel how as my cock starts to slip out of you.. your pussy is holding on. Feel that suction. That friction. Feel… me. Use your pussy to feel.. me. My cock. Feel how hard I am for you.” She steadily raises herself up till it’s just the tip in. “Now… sit back down. That’s it, just like that. Slowly. Feel every inch push in. Feel me travel in. Feel us connect. Feel us become one. Breathe. Take me in.” She returns to sitting on my again. And moans as we bottom out. “Again.”

We let instinct take over. Her lips seal to mine. I can feel her breathe into me as she raises her hips slowly till just the tip is left in and then sits back down ever so slowly. Letting us both enjoy the sensation. Every pull. Every push. We do this what must have been a hundred times. Taking our time. Enjoying each other. Enjoying the moment. Before we can’t hold back anymore. She picks up the pace… but it’s time for me to get to work. My bear hug around her drops so my hands reach her hips and I hoist her up, driving my hips into her as I stand, never pulling out, and place her on the edge of the kitchen island. She sits diligently, with my cock deep in her and swings her feet behind my lower back and locks her ankles. Trapping me. I place both my hands on the counter top behind her as I lean forward and start to thrust in and out. We fuck. Like animals in heat. But with passion. Class. Character. Elegance. Beauty. Sensuality. We fuck… like we’re meant to. I thrust in and out of her as I feel her feet dig into my back with each thrust in, pulling me into her hard and fast. I kiss her hungrily as I realise what my body craves. I break our kiss and kiss her neck and she knows what I need, tilts her head back and pushes her chest up to meet my lips. I sensually kiss and suck on each tit in turn as we fuck. This time my grunts louder than her moans. I feel her start to fall back and I lean in with her till she lays back flat on the counter with my body hunched over on top. Missionary… whilst half climbing this kitchen island. I pick up the pace. Pushing every inch into her with enough force that each thrust bounces her entire body up the along the counter top. We grunt and moan till I know I’m about to cum, I push forward and let her lips find mine. I want to kiss her as I cum. I need her kiss. I need… her. As I feel her tongue find mine once again, I let my body take over. I drive in and cum hard. She feels it. She tightens her legs around me, fastening her grip on me. Her thighs squeeze so hard that it hurts around my hips… but I want her to squeeze more. As groan into her mouth and cum in her pussy, I feel her pussy clamp around me and pull every drop off my lust out of me. I savour it. I savour her. Our bodies dripping with our sweat and passion as we both climax into each other. Soon our groans were replaced by gasps and panting as we desperately heave trying to catch our breaths. Her hair sticking to both our faces, drenched in sweat as we can’t stop kissing. I run my hands through her hair, brushing her face free so I can take in her beauty again. I whisper into her mouth “You did great… you’re fucking amazing.”

I feel her smile under our kiss. She whispers back, “I don’t know, I think I can do better. I think I still need to practice.” I smile. Message received. I seal my lips the hers again as our hips start to move by their own accord once more. ‘Yeah, I might just need to extend my business trip some more’, I thought to myself, as my kitchen started to fill with Lucy’s moans again.

Three weeks in the US and I was already starting to feel quite at home. Quite the difference from the chaos of London that I was used to and the tea and crumpets were deeply missed but the people I’d met on this new chapter had more than made up for it. A business trip that was supposed to be a week had been extended and given me the luxury of lie ins and late nights exploring. A nice airbnb in the suburbs was exactly the quiet life I was craving. That is till I heard some yelling and a car screeching off.

I stumble out the front door into the afternoon sunshine and see my new neighbour Lucy out on her porch clearly annoyed and upset. We’d exchanged the odd pleasantry and chat already, we were familiar enough so I had to enquire; “Everything alright?”.

“Yeah… actually no, that was my ex husband, I just thought maybe we could work it out, like I always do and invited him back and thought it would be nice… and instead got into a fight and got told I was a terrible partner and that I suck at sex. So that’s just great. Really livened up my day”. I could see her mask her pain.

“Ah, well I was going to ask why he’s your ex but I think I just connected the dots.” A had managed to garner a small smirk. “And also, no one’s bad at sex. Sex is instinct. You just got to listen to your DNA. And also maybe pick who you want to have sex with better, like someone who knows the speed limit here is 20”. We were both about to turn in and head back when I saw her swivel.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Oh I just meant, some will appreciate you, some won’t, don’t waste your time on those that won’t.” I had one hand on my door knob, already swinging the door open.

“No, I meant about the instinct part, DNA?”.

“Ah. That’s probably a discussion better had inside. Do you want to come in. I’ll make some tea. Or, what you guys seem to call tea.”. She smiles and walks over. She’d been over a couple times already so made herself at home at my kitchen island.

As I put together some tea, I continued, “All I meant was, you don’t have to teach a lion cub to roar, at some point it just … does it. You don’t have teach a baby eagle to flap its wings, one day, it’ll do it. Fish.. swimming. Rabbits… burrowing. My mates chihuahua somehow always finding my shoe to piss in? All instinct. DNA. What makes you think we are any different? We are just animals and sex is just an animalistic part of us. But… that’s where I draw the line. We can tap into the animal side of us… but to reduce sex to just… sex, seems like such an insult to everything we are and can be. We’ve composed symphonies, painted the Mona Lisa, built the Sistine Chapel, written poetry that moves emotions centuries later… only makes sense we infuse sex with the same level of passion. Anything less would just be… less.”

I hand Lucy her mug and sit next to her, “so there’s just no such thing as bad sex, in us, all of us, is the ability to have great sex, it’s just DNA, my question, why stop at greatness? Go further.”

Intrigued, “How?” she asks.

“Well, be present. I know what you’re thinking, that you are present, right? But, are you? When you’re kissing, are you present? Or are you thinking? Thinking about if you’re doing it right? If he likes you kissing? If you should introduce a little more tongue? Don’t think. Feel it. Just let your body answer your questions. Focus on the moment. A simple kiss speaks volumes. Use your body to connect. Feel where your hands are. It’s hard just explaining it but… next time your being intimate… really connect in the moment.” Content with my lesson, I grab my tea.

“Can you show me?” Surprised, I look at Lucy who’s clearly eagerly hooked.

“I mean, I wasn’t really trying that angle, but sure, we’re both grown ups, in the interest of teaching, let’s do it.” I sit up properly, facing her. “Ok, give it a bash, kiss me!” Without hesitation she leans in and presses her lips to mine. I take a moment. Longer than I should have before breaking away. “Ok, that was actually… really good. But, you’re not.. in it… you’re kissing me because you’re thinking about the kiss. Look… come closer.” I place my right hand on her left cheek and pull her close, till her face is a foot away. “Closer.” She comes in closer. “Closer.” We move closer still. Slowly. Till our lips are about to touch. And I pause. And wait. “Breathe. Stay. Just here. Be… with me. Breathe… with me. Feel me Lucy. Feel the closeness. Feel the heat that we are generating.” I lower my voice with each word till it’s a raspy whisper. “Feel us in this moment. Now… feel the moment stretch. Feel time disappear. It’s just… you… and me….breathe for me Lucy. Breathe. Feel your heart race with anticipation. Now…” I grab her right hand with my left and place her hand on my chest… “feel my heart race with the same anticipation.” She could feel each thump of my heart as our lips wavered a hairs width apart. “Kiss me when you feel it”. We paused. Breathing each others breath. Enjoying the closeness. Gazing into each others eyes. Her pretty face melting into my palm. There. That was it. That’s the moment… and she felt it too. She closed her eyes and pressed her soft lips against mine. Pure electricity. She felt it. We kissed. Not as strangers but as lovers. Her lips parted gently and I felt her tongue reach for mine. We made out. Minutes went by. Then she pulled back slowly. Her face still close to mine, just our lips break free. I pant; “Good girl.”

“Woah” she whispered in a trance.

“Woah is right. You did great. You were present. You… are… present.” I let go of her beautiful face and reach for her left hand with my right. Placing her left hand on her chest, whilst holding her right to mine. “Feel both our hearts race. That’s our souls speaking to each other. Breathe. Feel them. Hear them. This isn’t some fairytale where we’ve found true love… no, this… this is instinct. This is DNA. This is our bodies tapping into their animalistic programming.” I let my hand on her chest slide down a tad and brush over her nipple. “Feel your body. Feel how sensitive…every… part of you is right now… so sensitive, my touches should burn. Let…it… burn. Enjoy it.” I say as I move my fingers over her nipple over her clothes. Our lips barely touching as I continue to whisper. “Feel this moment. Breathe. Kiss me when you fe-”, she presses her lips to mine again… but this time… I feel urgency. I feel… lust.

Climbing onto me, she pressed her body to mine as we kiss hungrily. Our tongues dance over each other. Whatever slowness we had enjoyed was quickly replaced with desperate haste. As she straddled me on my kitchen stool, she kissed me with equal vigour.

“That’s it Lucy, listen to your body… press your body on to me… press your pussy onto my cock”. Those words unlocked the animal in both of us. I watched as Lucy ground her hips onto me. Her shorts had ridden up and my trousers tight enough that she was actively grinding her pussy the length of my bulge. All the while, without breaking our kiss. Pure instinct. Her body knew where to move, how to move, when to move.

I reached for her top and that was signal enough for her to reach down and pull it off. Without hesitation she reached for mine next. In a flash, we were both topless, her bra must have gotten pulled off in the tornado of clothes that swung off us. Now MY instincts took over. My arms bear hugged her and pulled her gorgeous tits to my face. My lips quickly found her closest nipple and I sealed my lips to her body. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. I let my tongue dance around her nipple, letting her feel passion like never before. I knew it worked because I could feel her actively pressing down her entire body wait onto my bulge.

She reached down for her shorts, I thought she was going to climb off to pull them off… but clearly… that would take too long. Time we didn’t have in this timeless moment. She stood up just a tad, enough to raise her hips from mine and pulled her shorts and panties to the side. In complete unity, I reached down and fished my hard cock from trouser and boxers, enough to set my cock free and point the tip up just in time as Lucy lowered her hips and awaiting pussy atop. I let go of my cock and grip her hips with both hands and stop her from sitting down on me. “Wait. Breathe. Feel. Me.” I watch her lock eyes with mine and swoop in to kiss me. I give her hips a little give and she lowers herself an inch onto me. The tip of my hard cock slips in and I return my grip on her hips and stop her going further. “Feel. Me. Feel me throb in you. Breathe baby. Breathe”. As I throb her, she moans loudly into my mouth. I drink her passion up. And lower her hips another inch. And hold her there. Throb. “Breathe. Feel me. Feel with your pussy. Feel yourself pulse around me. Connect. Connect with your body.” I lower her another inch. “That’s it. Feel the pressure. Feel the stretch. Let it take over.” I release my grip and she lowers herself the rest of the way. Fully sat. We kiss. She pulses. I throb. She.. grinds.

She’s listening to her body. Her body isn’t telling her to bounce. Her body is telling her to grind. Back and forth. Left and right. And I let her. “That’s it Lucy. Fuck me. Use me. Use my body. Use my cock. In every way you need. Fuck me like you need me. Fuck me.”. She picks up the pace, I can feel her. She’s close. I kiss her. Wrap my arms around her upper back. Hug her tight. So tight, our upper bodies don’t move. It’s just her hips. Moving rapidly back and forth. Grinding me. As my kitchen fills with the sounds of our sex. Moans. Grunts. And louder moans. Till I feel her pussy pulse around my cock uncontrollably and her moans turn to a brief scream… then to a whimper. I kiss her. Hold her. “That’s it. Let your climax wash over you. Feel it. Feel how good ‘we’ feel. Breathe.”

We hold each other for a moment as she pants into my mouth. I break her kiss to kiss her cheek, then her neck then her shoulder and I begin to lick my way back up her neck to her lips. All as she catches her breath. Recovering. Finally she whispers; “Oh my god. That was…fuck. Wow. Breathing. Catching my breath. Sorry that was…”

“That was you being present. Listening to your body. Listening to mine. Listening to the moment. Now… stay with me. Lift.” Obediently, she raises her hips. “Feel how your pussy is pulling on my cock, not wanting to let go. Feel how as my cock starts to slip out of you.. your pussy is holding on. Feel that suction. That friction. Feel… me. Use your pussy to feel.. me. My cock. Feel how hard I am for you.” She steadily raises herself up till it’s just the tip in. “Now… sit back down. That’s it, just like that. Slowly. Feel every inch push in. Feel me travel in. Feel us connect. Feel us become one. Breathe. Take me in.” She returns to sitting on my again. And moans as we bottom out. “Again.”

We let instinct take over. Her lips seal to mine. I can feel her breathe into me as she raises her hips slowly till just the tip is left in and then sits back down ever so slowly. Letting us both enjoy the sensation. Every pull. Every push. We do this what must have been a hundred times. Taking our time. Enjoying each other. Enjoying the moment. Before we can’t hold back anymore. She picks up the pace… but it’s time for me to get to work. My bear hug around her drops so my hands reach her hips and I hoist her up, driving my hips into her as I stand, never pulling out, and place her on the edge of the kitchen island. She sits diligently, with my cock deep in her and swings her feet behind my lower back and locks her ankles. Trapping me. I place both my hands on the counter top behind her as I lean forward and start to thrust in and out. We fuck. Like animals in heat. But with passion. Class. Character. Elegance. Beauty. Sensuality. We fuck… like we’re meant to. I thrust in and out of her as I feel her feet dig into my back with each thrust in, pulling me into her hard and fast. I kiss her hungrily as I realise what my body craves. I break our kiss and kiss her neck and she knows what I need, tilts her head back and pushes her chest up to meet my lips. I sensually kiss and suck on each tit in turn as we fuck. This time my grunts louder than her moans. I feel her start to fall back and I lean in with her till she lays back flat on the counter with my body hunched over on top. Missionary… whilst half climbing this kitchen island. I pick up the pace. Pushing every inch into her with enough force that each thrust bounces her entire body up the along the counter top. We grunt and moan till I know I’m about to cum, I push forward and let her lips find mine. I want to kiss her as I cum. I need her kiss. I need… her. As I feel her tongue find mine once again, I let my body take over. I drive in and cum hard. She feels it. She tightens her legs around me, fastening her grip on me. Her thighs squeeze so hard that it hurts around my hips… but I want her to squeeze more. As groan into her mouth and cum in her pussy, I feel her pussy clamp around me and pull every drop off my lust out of me. I savour it. I savour her. Our bodies dripping with our sweat and passion as we both climax into each other. Soon our groans were replaced by gasps and panting as we desperately heave trying to catch our breaths. Her hair sticking to both our faces, drenched in sweat as we can’t stop kissing. I run my hands through her hair, brushing her face free so I can take in her beauty again. I whisper into her mouth “You did great… you’re fucking amazing.”

I feel her smile under our kiss. She whispers back, “I don’t know, I think I can do better. I think I still need to practice.” I smile. Message received. I seal my lips the hers again as our hips start to move by their own accord once more. ‘Yeah, I might just need to extend my business trip some more’, I thought to myself, as my kitchen started to fill with Lucy’s moans again.