The Bear That Stole My Heart

The Teddy Bear Connection

You may call me strange, even promiscuous but I have an unusual need that I sometimes ask my partner to fulfil. Fortunately, he takes it as a minor quirk, but the most important thing to him is that in the end–he cums. Well, I love everything that is soft, delicate, slightly hairy and you can hug it if you can also sit on it and ride your pussy, then I’m in heaven. I love stuffed animals and I can remember they have been in my bed as a sleep and play buddies. As a teenager, however, I began to discover that plush is not only a nice cuddly toy. In this blog Cuddles and Hugs, you’ll explore the enduring love I have for my stuffed teddy bear and the connection it fostered.

Bearing Love-Cuddles and Hugs

It turned out that it can also be very pleasant to the intimate touch. It started out seemingly innocently, with masturbation with a childhood favorite bear. The mere touch of it made me wet. My nipples hard, and my mind was flooded with ideas of an almost cosmic orgasm. Over time, playing with the mascot itself ceased to please me, even if I added a vibrator to it. I admit that not every partner understood this as well. Fortunately, the present one is ok with my fetish.

That’s why today, when I feel like I need a hard ride, a special costume is waiting in the wardrobe, which he wears. It all starts just like when playing with a teddy bear. While he’s dressed in this costume I hug and cuddle him. I enjoy the touch of the furry soft material that caresses every inch of my skin, making all nerve endings go crazy. Then I sit on his lap, rub the insides of my thighs against his legs, hidden under the plush suit. I feel more and more excited as these Italian tickles work on me.

They then make me feel even more wet. The friendly term teddy bears takes on a completely new meaning during these games. When I’m ready, I take off my panties and unzip the zipper, which is in the right place on the costume. Usually this is where I kneel first, sliding slowly down the outfit, giving myself a little more pleasure. I am delighted to greet his penis as I take it in my hand. My partner then practically does not move at all I dominate here. I am playing with it.

Cuddles and Hugs-From Plush to Love

He lets me do almost anything with his cock. So I either give it a lot of massage, spit on it and moisturize it, or I take it in my mouth. I always try to take it all the way to the testicles to feel the tickle of hairs on my lips, cheeks, all over my face again. I admire my man’s self-discipline because he remains motionless unless I let him. Another time he would press my head against his cock and would not even particularly squeal.

I am filled with its taste, I thoroughly lick his penis so that it is fully moist although in fact I am already wet from a nice, plush touch. Once I know he is quite firm and moisturized, I stand up and turn around. I mount it backwards, cuddling up to the huge mascot. He remains stationary just enough for me not to fall. And I have many opportunities to fly. The feeling of being shoved by his cock. Combined with the stuffed animal’s hair irritating all over my skin, makes me very excited and I start to bounce hard.

There is no respite here. Fortunately, my partner has a large penis, so I can use it well. When I’m tired, I cuddle him, hugging my teddy bear’s paws. Then I let him do something more to caress my breasts, the insides of my thighs. It’s like a ritual to bring such a mascot to life, which also makes me crazy, primal instincts. Here my childhood friend comes alive and brings me even more pleasure.

A Lifetime of Love and Comfort

The next move is to change position. This time I am riding him from the front. The slap of his penis again, as well as the touch of the strands of fur on my body, is causing unexplained flashes of light in my head. Then I ride it faster and harder, looking into large, unmoving eyes. I nestle my breasts against the head of the mascot, the fine fiber’s and the softness of the plush on my nipples make me ready for anything.

That’s when I hand the control over to my partner. He comes into the role perfectly; no more cuddles and hugs. He knows that an animated bear is a wild bear. That’s when he most often rides me hard. He’s taking out all the energy he was saving, had to be saving when I wouldn’t let him touch me. He transforms self-discipline into sexual power, the discharge of which he finds at this moment. It is at these moments when I feel him driving me apart and rubbing him with a soft suit that I experience strong, squirting orgasms. I let him do anything; I’m not a fan of anal, but when he’s wearing this outfit. My back door is open to him, and it brings me a lot of satisfaction.

What I like the most is the moment when we are both getting close to the finish. His furry paw most often lands between my thighs. His fingers that touch my clitoris, coupled with the soft glove that surrounds them, are like a dot over and the best sex a woman can imagine. You can really call me weird but I love it. After all, every woman loves cuddles and hugs with a little delicacy and spiciness.

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