Loss Weight and have a Good Sex

This is only author’s fantasy intended for matured readers:

I e-mailed Cocoy and asked him how he defined Sex,

According to him SEX is supposed to be fun and make you feel good. So if you don’t like what’s being offered to you, don’t accept it, because if you do, before you know it you’ll have an unwanted collection of disappointments and resentments cluttering up your relationship.

I asked him because I have not had sex in almost ten years and I am desperate. About ten years ago, my husband left me for another women and I cried and ate everything. Then, I woke up and realized that I had gained one hundred pounds, which only depressed me more and so I ate lots more and I gained twenty more pounds. How do you come back from 120 pounds?
In recent years, I’ve realized that I am invisible to men. I know that I am invisible to men because about six months ago, I started frequenting “alternative video (I hate the word porn) stores.” While I search through the infinite titles, I hear the screams and moans of a woman experiencing unbearable pleasure. It comes from the room beyond the little wooden door marked “DVD Rental Room with Couch.” The screams are un-nerving, but that little room is always very busy. Don’t get me wrong, I think the men in these places are sick and if any one of them approached me, I’d probably be weirded out. But not all of them appear to be freaks, ya know? Some of them look respectable. Some of them look like someone that I would date if we were not in an “alternative video store.” But, they don’t even look at me. I might as well be one of the mannequins. I take that back, the men do stop and gawk at the scantily lingerie clad mannequins by the door.

I don’t want to watch people having sex. I would really like to have sex with someone who loves me. I want to be touched and held. I want to stand in the middle of the floor and yell, “Don’t go in there! I will scream and moan for you! I want to be held! I haven’t had sex in ten years! Why would you rather sit in a dark room watching a woman who is feigning pleasure when you could have a woman who wants to give you real pleasure?” But I don’t because I’m fat and I am invisible. When I look in the mirror, I am unrecognizable. I just keep searching for the right title, the right picture on the DVD box while trying to ignore the screaming.

Women always want to know where the men are. Well, I know where a good many of them are every other Sunday afternoon. They are in a little dark room pleasuring themselves to a DVD when there is a real woman right outside of the little wooden door.

Again, I don’t enjoy going to the store, but I cannot muster up the motivation to go to the gym. Every time I think of losing all of this weight, I just think it’s hopeless and pick up another donut. I know why I don’t have a man. I do not take care of my appearance. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, and I don’t do drugs. Eating is my hobby.

I know it’s degrading to women, but hey, I don’t have anything else or no other way to release myself. Yes, I acknowledge that I am a traitor to women. So, I stand in the middle of video store, every other Sunday afternoon, with people I consider perverts and I have become a pervert as well. Matter of fact, I think that I am becoming addicted to porn. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. I would just like someone to love me.

I started to loss weight.enrolled at Jenny Craig after almost a year I became sexy and beautiful again.The handsome guy I meet on Sunday mass,maybe Jesus answered my prayer,He invited to a piano concert.I  arrived some thirty minutes before the concert and took my seat; I asked the usher if I was too early, as there was not one other person there. The usher assured me that I was at the right place, at the right time. My eyes fell upon the magnificent grand piano on the centre of the stage. I have always wanted to play on a grand piano—the vibrations of the strings are much deeper, the sound is richer and more explosive especially when played by a master.

I sat patiently and waited, but the draw of the grand piano on stage was overwhelming. My whole body ached as I sat resisting going up on the stage. The usher was nowhere to be found. The temptation deep inside me was irresistible. I quietly walked on the stage and began to play a Sonata that I had learned so many years ago. I must say, the sound produced was so very deep and rich as I had imagined; the keys moved under my fingers with such ease. I was entranced by this novel experience. I did not even notice that the sound was that much richer as I had been joined by the master pianist himself. I felt his strong yet soft hands massaging my neck and back. As I continued to play the piano I noted a marked difference in the drama of the music I was producing, as it reflected the beginning of pleasure that I felt as my neck, shoulders were melting.

Deep inside me I felt my pussy become hot, ripe and juicy moist. As he encouraged me to continue to play, his lips and tongues graced my neck enveloping my body in his seductive warmth. As his hands unbuttoned my silk blouse, he caressed my breasts and in reflecting the beat and movement of the music he tapped, twisted and squeezed my nipples producing a response in me that was ecstatic. His lips and tongue proceeded to move towards my exposed breasts. The rhythm of the music was felt in me deeply as the master sweetly sucked my nipples. Such a soothing, electric feeling I had not experienced before—the music and the master’s lips and tongue were creating an incredibly deep sense of pleasure at my breasts and throughout my body. Pleasure was through my body. I was drowning in deeper and deeper pleasure. With the increasing erotic sensation that penetrated my body, the music became more dynamic. I was reproducing an extraordinary version of the same Sonata that I had once learned; the pianist asked if he could accompany me. He commented that this would be a duet like no other.

What happened next took me by surprise, but also by delight. The master untied my wrap around skirt and let it fall around the piano bench. He moved in front of me and spread my legs gently wide open with his hands as his fingers ran up my inner thighs and as he approached my pussy, he stimulated my clitoris by rubbing it with his soft fingers. He once again raised the level of pleasure running through my body as his warm tongue licked and sucked my clitoris. The music I was now playing was like none I had ever imagined before. He then carefully placed me on his lap positioning his cock so that it could slide into my hot slit. His masterful hands joined with me as we created yet another version of the same sonata. He thrust his hips towards and into me at the beginning of each new bar of music.

The increasing ecstasy that this experience created within us was intensely dynamic. We swayed, moved and were both becoming lost in the increasing pleasure we both enjoyed. I heard his deep groans with each gyration as his cock thrust against my slit. I was absolutely desirous of inspiring him. I slipped off his lap and lowered his trousers; the engorged head of his cock was inviting me to partake. As I stroked his rod with my fingers, it was as if I was playing a crescendo on the piano. My handworks at his cock stopped as I could not resist but to envelope his head into my mouth as it was oozing with pearls of pre-cum. I felt his throbbing head and rod in my mouth. I licked and gently sucked his head, with my tongue probing his hole to enjoy each drop of pre-cum. With my lips and tongue I stroked his long rod.

We both enjoyed the pleasure of giving and receiving. The music that he was playing seduced me even more as I sucked him, drawing his cock deeper into my mouth as the music became louder and more powerful, and yet more dynamic. I sucked his cock long and deep in my hot mouth. I played his organ as if playing an instrument. His music was explosive in nature and I could feel the incredible dynamics flowing through his body as I enjoyed pleasuring him. As the music climaxed, so did the master. I enjoyed the sweet taste of his cum as it came forth exploding into my mouth. I continued to suck him deeply as I sensed that there was yet a second higher climax to come again. We were producing a beautiful mix of music and ultimate pleasure. The master was playing beyond all levels of sensory enjoyment and the music was capitulated by a second deeper orgasmic explosion of cum—so sweet, so awesome, so totally sensually cataclysmic.

As we both were enjoying this act we did not notice that slowly people were entering the hall. The music that was created was extraordinaire. We could not resist climaxing together. Oblivious to those entering and without hesitation I was laid across the grand piano and he entered my wet cunt and motioned through my body with such depth and strength, his cock still so hard and totally engorged was pounding me deeply. We enjoyed the solitude of our world on the stage oblivious to all else. Each movement was extraordinary as we both felt so deeply lost in each other. At the peak of our shear enjoyment we orgasm together—we screamed, moaned and enjoyed a deep long endless orgasm. The feeling was like no other ever. The master pianist’s cock remained hard and he continued to play and pleasure my G spot—I climaxed a multiplicity of times, each time such a high plateau. He shared in the continued ecstasy ringing through my body as it reverberated deeply in me. My cunt was throbbing as was his cock. He increased the momentum of the music that was playing only in our ears and continued harder and deeper. This ecstatic composition of music, exposition of sensuality, and expression of sexuality was one shared only by our two bodies, minds and souls as we became like one instrument for a glorious moment in time.