The BMS Challenge is a special series here at Between My Sheets where I highlight a topic I’ve talked about in the past and challenge you to write about the topic as well, either on your own blog or as a comment. I hope you’ll all participate (comments for participation will stay open indefinitely)!

Earlier this week, I wrote a little about a man in my life affectionately called The Prince who has delicious cum. His cock alone made my mouth water. Some guys are just like that, you know? It’s about more than just hygiene. That definitely makes a difference of course, but a yummy cock is just something you either have or you don’t. The Prince has it.

And then he came in my mouth….and it was amazing. It almost didn’t happen. He was only in town for a few days, and we were messing around the night before he was set to leave. He had cum a lot (a lot) all over me just a few hours before that, so I was surprised he was ready to go again at all, let alone able to reach orgasm. So happy he did though, because I wrapped my lips around him just as he blew and got to swallow every last drop.

The Prince made a good point that he’s been eating super healthy lately, so perhaps that’s why his cum was so sweet and silky smooth. I don’t know if that’s the case, but let’s just say this: I’m happy to swallow his cum any day of the week. Mmmm.

Today, my challenge for you is this: Write about a time you had sex that was utterly delicious. Did you eat out a five-star pussy? Like my experience, was it his cum that had you wanting more? Maybe it was something simpler – delicious kisses perhaps? Or have you used food in the bedroom?

If you have a blog, post about it and link it in the comments or link me to an older post if you already wrote a post with a delicious them. If you don’t have a blog, leave me a spicy comment telling me all about it (long, detailed posts/comments are encouraged!).

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I thought it would be fun to start a new feature here at BMS called the BMS Challenge. Every Challenge post will have some links to past posts, a little discussion about the topic and a challenge to you, the reader, at the end. I hope you’ll all participate (comments for participation will stay open indefinitely)!

Whenever I’m with someone, in the moment, it seems like the best sex of my life. Well, I mean, as long as it is pretty good sex that is. I know when I’m having shitty sex! But, I tend to think something is AWESOME when I’m in the moment because actually having sex is always much better than just remembering about a time when you had sex.

Now that I’m not in the moment, now that I am actually pretty far removed from the moment, I can say one thing for certain: Sex with MM was the best sex of my life.

I wrote about it here, when I talked about how he made me squirt. I also wrote about it here, when I talked about breast worship. We had sex multiple times that weekend, but I think of it all as one because we pretty much just fucked, lounged around semi-naked, hung out, cuddled up to sleep, and fucked some more. It was awesome. I wish every weekend could be like that.

What makes sometimes the best sex ever? What was different with MM? Great sex boils down to a lot of different things. For me it was a combination of the following:

• MM is a little older and although he’s not super experienced when it comes to fucking lots of different women, but he definitely isn’t a virgin. He knows his way around a woman’s anatomy.
• I never got the feeling that he just wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck me.
• He was open to trying new things. We didn’t get super kinky or anything, but, for example, he was open to trying anal which is something he hadn’t done before.
• He was giving, but in a very dom way. I never got the feeling like he felt he had to return the favor. It was more like, “Lay back, now because that’s my pussy and I want to lick it.” He wasn’t obligated; he wanted it.
• We were intimate beyond just fucking. I’m not always a huge cuddler, especially when I sleep, but there was lots of pillow talk about some of the important things in life, massages, etc. In other words, fucking was just a part of it.

Today, my challenge for you is this: Tell me about the best sex of your life. If you have a blog, post about it and link it in the comments (or link me to an older post if you already wrote about it). If you don’t have a blog, leave me a spicy comment telling me all about it (long, detailed posts/comments are encouraged!).

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