When He Leaves You in Corpse Pose
Ahhh… post-coital bliss
It was a good fuck session, to say the least.
I can’t say that it is ever not good but certainly, some times are better than others. This time it was . . . stellar.
We had already fucked a bit. He had double-stuffed me with both his cock and a large dildo.
My clit was super sensitive, having been expertly rubbed (he has just the right touch), licked, and sucked. The position we were in kept him at just the right spot so over and over I came.
One rolling orgasm into the next.
He took breaks to rub against my clit with his cock leading me from one orgasm to another. He was responsive to my cues, loving how much he pleased me.
I stared boldly and wantonly into his eyes and he met me right back with an unwavering gaze.
When it was all said and done, we were spent in both mind and body.
We laid side by side, sweaty and breathless. For a long time. Flat on our respective backs. Being a little bit experienced in yoga, it occurred to me we were both in corpse pose.
For those who don’t know, corpse pose is an actual yoga pose, often done at the end of a yoga session.
