Having sex or, as I prefer, making love, is I guess one of the most uplifting experiences ever.

Having been brought up in Ireland, a country that is extremely religious, naturally I was influenced by certain rules and beliefs. Things change, however, and the urge to love someone and explore the treasures of the female body was too strong for me. I would like to recount the true events that happened some months ago when I was in Wales. I met this wonderful girl who was taking the same course I was.

Something came to life between us, and Enid and I began seeing each other practically every minute of the day when we had no lectures. After two or three weeks there came a break, and we decided to go to London for the weekend. Our hotel was quite small, and we took a “double” (because it was much cheaper). It was a lovely room, and as soon as we put our bags away, we began to cuddle.

We had been intimate before, but something clicked at that moment, and we began tearing off our clothes. What followed was the best five hours of lovemaking ever. I will never forget the joy of feeling her luscious breasts and nipples in my mouth as I struggled to suck in as much flesh as possible.

She had told me that her breasts were her most sensitive area and, believe me, they were. After I’d sucked and bit her nipples for five minutes, she was panting and her crotch was flowing like the Nile during the rainy season. It was my first time in bed with a woman, and what I lacked in experience I made up for in stamina. Over those four days we tried practically every position and technique we could imagine.

The most lovely night came after we had been to a party. At one point at the party we were sitting in a corner and she reached for my hand, placing it in her blouse and over her lovely breast and hardening nipple. Two seconds later she had her hand running up and down the length of my rod, which was ready to burst. After that introduction we left for the hotel, our passions sky-high.

In the room we tore off our clothes, frantically searching for each other’s pleasure zones. I put Enid on the bed and began giving her a full-body massage with baby lotion. Slowly I massaged her every muscle and piece of flesh till I arrived at her mound of Venus. Oh, what an exhilarating experience. As I opened her labia, I began to lick around the edges, sending her into raptures of delight. One, two, three fingers went in as I continued to lick and suck.

She could take no more, coming twice in succession and giving me a thorough bath in her love juices. She grabbed my head and forced my mouth over her breasts as she grasped my rod and began to stroke me fervently. The more I sucked on her hard nipples, the more she rubbed the head and shaft of my cock. A few moments later I came, sending into her hands one of the most abundant torrents I had ever seen — and then I came again.

Exhausted, we flopped back onto the bed, her breast in my mouth and my penis in her wet and shining hand. When we awoke next morning, we had to leave for Wales, but not until we had made love two more times. Enid is just in my dreams now, as distance has forced us to separate. But the memories remain strong.