dick

Dicks have always seemed weirdly vulnerable to me.  Balls too.  How could it make sense, to have something so important hanging out so awkwardly.  A dick undeniably there, and balls, so tender.

I heard balls need to keep cool, for sperm to be viable.  So, uh, I guess so.

It’s weird because dicks can do so much violence.  Yet I think of them as delicate and too easy to harm. 

Many times I’ve looked at a dick and said, “I’m really glad I don’t have one of those.”  The way they get big and then don’t fit in clothes right–the unsubtle nature of a boner.  Unpredictability of erections–yikes.

my own boner

When I have a boner, mostly nobody knows.  You need to be looking right at it, or feeling it with your fingers or tongue.  

I know just from the sensation, that I have a boner–it feels like it’s glowing.  I need privacy about that.  Luckily my clit is little, and I can keep it to myself.

spouse’s dick

I was thinking of my spouse’s dick.  It’s been eight and a half years, I have loved that dick.  It’s the nicest ever.  It’s downright dreamy.

I remember our introduction.  My spouse had driven me up a mountain.  We were off trail, about to have sex for the first time.  We took off our clothes and made a nice clothes-bed for ourselves. 

My spouse was about to show his dick to me.  He told me how there was an error with his circumcision, so his dick has a quirk.  

I was curious and open, as you would expect.  I enjoy the quirk; it’s no problem.  We had sex, then.  I made him come–he made me come.  The deed was done.  The rest is history. 

Like John and Yoko but with less drugs.  And I sing better.

heft

My spouse’s dick is delightful to suck.  Thick and long enough to have some heft and substantiality–not so big that it unduly hurts me.  Fits well in my mouth and into the opening of my throat.

He is very tasty–yum.  A pleasure in the mouth and the cunt, the hand, coming on my neck or on my tits.  Coming on my back, on my ass.  On my face, in my hair.

His dick seems slightly pushy but totally kind.  This dick knows what it wants, but won’t non-consensually hurt anyone to get it.  

The dick is very free to want who and what it wants.  But it favors me.  Yay.  It leaves nothing to be desired.

I like how it is my spouse’s and does his bidding, but has a slight independence from even him.  I respect that, respect its needs and behaviors.  Deeply, I respect my spouse’s body, and all it’s been through.

Thank you for coming here, for surviving all these years to bring such joy to me.

great comfort

“I’m writing about your dick, by the way.  In case you need a vision of that sugarplum dancing in your head,” I said.  

He drank some water and went back to bed.

Dick is a great comfort, at our house.  I’m happy to have it in my mouth, to come on it.  Holding it in my hand.  This is life–sex, making dinner, dancing.

Dicks are unsubtle, is my bottom line.  But I’ve learned to love the blatant, poking out, not to be ignored, powerful push with need to ejaculate.  And the cleanup, physically and emotionally.

song

This song prominently features an ouched dick.  Normally I don’t find pain funny and am not a slapstick kind of person.  But I laughed until I cried.  This is my gift to you.