This is the forth part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much.

Most of the time when I’m in bed with him, Gene, it all comes out as a haze of just pleasure afterwards. The details get blurred together and I can’t really sift through the order of how things happened. How did I get out of my clothes, how did we end up at that side of the bed or room, how did we go from this position to that one, how did I end up on top of him or how did I end up laying in a cross on top of him all exhausted from the amazing session of love making.
This time was another one of those.

Having sex, is great and lovely and all that. Until the day your body goes on it’s on psycho trip and decides that it should give you a yeast infection. So you wait, and wait, for it to get better. You can finally have your favorite cock of the moment slide in and rock you just right and give you that tingling sensation all through your body. Having gone through the motions of waiting, and waiting and waiting a little bit more, we finally got to spend time together.
Being close, alone and naked together, without the yeast making itself extremely noticeable. Okay, I did notice myself still being out of balance, but had decided to get a new lube to solve that problem. Guess I need more water, and generally being healthier for my body to start working properly again.
I was, as quite often, getting out of my clothes pretty fast. Think it’s more the reaction to being home, than just wanting to get down to business, even though the combination is nice. Part of me just wanted to immediately jump his bones, which I’m pretty sure he would have loved. For some reason we didn’t get straight down to it, to anything. We were mostly cuddling, being randomly silly and ended up teasing each other in a non sexual way and laughing our asses off. It was quite interesting foreplay. Loving and caring.

It was time to try out the lube. He applied some to my lower parts that was longing for more play. I took a little of it, to be able to play with him as well, making it easier to tease him with carefully stroking a finger around his anus. Carefully sliding in noticing how he was getting more excited. At the same time he was being able to slide his fingers properly into me as well while rubbing my clit.
I took his hard cock in my mouth and continued to finger him while sucking, licking and playing with it. He was getting ready to blow, I was longing for him to fuck me instead.
I wanted to fuck him, ride him hard. I was lubed up and ready to go, put on the rubber. Rolling it down his stiffness seeing how it got filled up properly, noticing how he was anticipating having me wrap around him. I got up, sat myself on top and felt him slide in. I leaned back a little to just feel him a bit deeper, and let out a moan. There’s always pain involved when I ride someone really good, but it’s the good kind of pain.
After a good while I leaned forward and whispered to him that I wanted him to fuck me from behind. I got off, he got behind me and felt him slide into me again. It did not take long for the rubber to decide to break. It was either dumb luck, or not, but on came the forth condom.
I laid down on the side, and he slid back in. I was already now starting to feel my body give up, but I really wanted him to keep on fucking me. Since I have a love for pain it was hard to say that it was hurting, in a bad way. So we kept going, since I really was enjoying it.

We turned a few times more, into the positions only he and I find, before we both gave up for the night. Neither of us climaxed, which isn’t really unusual for us. We enjoy having sex together, we enjoy giving each other pleasure. Cuming is not the most important thing.

This is the forth part, in a long series of stories about a huge pack of condoms. They may be edited afterwards, but hopefully not too much. Most of the time when I'm in bed with him, Gene, it all comes out as a haze of just pleasure afterwards. The details get blurred together and ...