Last night Mac let me make Him come. That doesn't sound like a big deal does it? I make Him come often and I make Him come hard, but very rarely am I allowed free reign to make Him come. Usually it is Mac that decides how rough or how gentle, He controls the rhythm, He controls the depth, He controls the position and tells me which part of me He wants to fuck. Yesterday He just said, 'Sarah? Make me come. I don't care how, just make me come.'

How's a girl supposed to turn down foreplay like that? Actually, it worked fine as foreplay. My pussy felt all hot and swollen and I wanted Him. I wanted Him badly. I wanted to touch Him and taste Him and have Him inside me in every way imaginable. So what did I do with my pliant Male that I could have any way I want?

I gave Him a hand job.

That was it really. Well that and I told Him the truth. I told Him what had just made me so hot and wet. I told Him that my thoughts were of another man's orgasm and how hard I used to be able to make this other man come.

God how I used to love making him come. I know I know, this is nothing new, but hell, there is something that just drives me wild about a man that says to me 'Come on baby, come on Sarah, give me more, give me all of it and make me come baby, make me come.' Mac's words reminded me that this guy used to say that and I would go all out to make him come. I would give him everything I had and almost break myself in an effort to make him come.

When he finally would, when he would finally come on me or in me I almost wanted to jump up and down screaming with victory. I wanted to cheer and dance and tell the world that I had made him come. I wanted to bask in the glory of taking his pleasure. I wanted to be childish about it and say to other girls 'I made him come, neer neer neer neer neer'. I wanted to wear those words on my shirt. I loved it. Simply loved it, almost as much as I love it with Mac.

And Mac came. He came loud and He came hard, or to put it into His own words He 'came like a fucking train'. He came copiously and He came messily and I was covered in stickiness. I loved it. I loved Him and I kissed Him. He told me that my honesty fills Him with delight. I grinned and kissed Him some more and I hung onto Him until He said 'go to sleep my delicious girl'. (Or it might have been 'For Christ sake woman, go to sleep.') Either way, I did as I was told.

This morning I woke and I could smell His semen on my belly. I thought of it all hot and sticky the way it was when I made Him put it there last night and I wanted to tell the world. I thought I should blog about it.

So I did.

World? I made my Male come.

(Whew, that felt good! I wonder if I could make Him come again?)