Vivians Wild Ride: The Night I Nearly Died and Loved It

Vivian Nearly Sent Me Into a Coma—and I’d Still Crawl Back for More

This one was paid. I’ve had a few over the years—some mechanical, some sweet, some unexpectedly electric. But this? This one nearly killed me. In the best way.

Perth old-schoolers might remember her—Vivian. The infamous PSE Vivian. A real titan back in the Perth Encounters golden era. The kind of name that had weight in those days. If you know, you know.

She wasn’t soft. She wasn’t trying to be pretty or polished. She was raw. Loud. Wild. The kind of woman whose sex appeal wasn’t hidden behind lingerie or filters. It hit you in the chest, then dragged you downstairs before you could speak.

We had a few sessions together. All different. All insane.

There was one where she did this “fire and ice” blowjob—alternating warm and ice water in her mouth while she went down on me. Another time she had three vibrating eggs—two for her, one buzzing in my ass like a devil’s doorbell. We even did a ridiculous skit involving a Barbie doll and a Yoda plushie. I still don’t know what the hell that was about—but we laughed ourselves stupid. It was weird, and sexy, and strangely real.

But the time that almost broke me… that was something else.

It started simple. She dropped to her knees and took my cock like it owed her rent. Deepthroated with that kind of violent grace only a few women in this world ever really master. She looked up at me, eyes watering, hands steady, like she’d done this a thousand times and still loved it.

Then she slid a finger up my arse—slow at first, then pressing just right on my prostate. I don’t care how “straight” you are—when it’s done right, it’s not gay, it’s divine. And when I came… I swear my soul tried to leave my body.

But I wasn’t done.

I yanked her off me mid-suck—her mouth still hungry—and before I knew what I was doing, I picked her up and slammed her against the wall. Feet dangling. No finesse. Just need. I was inside her in seconds. Pounding. Growling. Tongue in her mouth, hand gripping her arse, hips hammering like I hadn’t fucked in years. It was primal. Like bacon after a fast. Like blackout sex. No choreography. No roleplay. Just raw, sweaty, breathless fucking. I came again. Hard. My whole body shaking.

And then I collapsed.

Literally. On the floor. Sweating. My muscles twitching like I’d just been tazed. I think I scared her for a second. She laughed. I couldn’t even talk. Just lay there like a used-up machine.

That night didn’t change my life. But it reminded me I was alive. Not just horny—alive. Like I said, that was not the first or last time this happened, but this one I will never forget.

So now I’m curious:

Gentlemen—have you ever fucked so hard you thought your heart might stop? Did you keep going anyway?

Ladies—have you ever made a man collapse like that? What was going through your head?

Sometimes it’s not about love. Or romance. Or even connection. Sometimes it’s about surrendering to the animal part of you. And letting it wreck you.

Vivian, if you’re out there—thank you. I still feel that wall.

Author: Master Yoda
For: Langtrees.com

9/9/2024 11:11am

Vivians Wild Ride: The Night I Nearly Died and Loved It

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