The Coach - Sex Stories

The Coach

... was inside, she started kissing him, and laid down on a mat on the floor. He licked her clit until she came. She squirted for a very long time as Floyd drank her in gulps.

Afterwards they sat and talked for a while. Then she asked, "Do you want to try some tantric yoga?"

Floyd nodded, and she guided him onto the mat, until he was laying down on his back. He was ready for more meditation instructions, but she straddled his face, and pressed her pussy onto his lips. She started grinding her pussy lips against his lips as she rubbed her clit. As she did so, he marveled at her wonderful, savory flavor. Her whole body was beginning to sweat. After a few minutes of her grinding on him, she was glistening all over. Floyd put his tongue inside of her and she pressed her weight down on his mouth, forcing his tongue deep into her. She rubbed her breasts and moaned, as the sweat began to drip down her stomach, form into little rivulets, and finally to drip onto Floyd's face. Something bizarre popped into his head, then: Was she the woman from his vision? Was he the man?

Wait, what was he thinking about? He shook off these thoughts and focused on her amazing body, shining with sweat. She was whining, yelping, and moaning as she grinded her pussy back and forth against his lips. At last she started to gush. He pulled his tongue out of her just as she moved slightly to make sure her stream went directly into his mouth. He was thankful at the fluid, and her amazing taste, as he ...

... noticed it was hot in the room and he, too, was starting to sweat.

They chatted for a bit afterwards, but the only thing Floyd could think about were his visions. He wasn't comfortable making her think he was crazy, so he just made small talk, and then got out of there.

The same process repeated, though after he left: he could not stop thinking about her. He texted her again, two days later, and, again, he was back on a mat, on her floor. She straddled him again, and started grinding on his mouth.

"You can't stay away from me, can you?" she asked, breathlessly.

Floyd pulled his tongue out of her, and said, "I think you might be my wife from a past life, a thousand years ago." He immediately felt like an insane person and wanted to die of embarrassment.

To his surprise, though, she pressed her pussy down on his lips, and said, "Are you seeing your past lives? I knew you were refraining from orgasm, and I wondered how experimenting with meditation might enhance the spiritual energies you've been building up from that."

Floyd couldn't believe it, she understood what was happening to him? He put his tongue inside of her again. As he did so, he saw the image in his mind again. Yes! She was the woman! He knew her taste! This is why he was so obsessed with a certain type of woman: his true love had been so impactful on him that he had never forgotten her, even over a thousand years!

"Just give in," she said as she started to rub her clit. "The universe is love, and ...