A certain social media site gave me grief about a pic I tried to use. I tried again a few hours later–still I was not allowed. The AI thought the pic was too breasty, I guess; there was no nipple, so I thought it would be ok. So I got frustrated and used this hot
“There’s something I’d like sexually,” I told my spouse, thinking of breast play. We were lying in bed, doing post-lunch, cuddly and close. “Can I tell you about it?” “Yes, please,” my spouse said. “Well I was thinking maybe tomorrow… If you would touch, lick, suck on, and play with my breasts. Breast play for
This post prostate massage is part two of semen donation, a speculative fiction story about my spouse in an alternate world where good sperm is rare, and sleep disorders are common. I think there will be another part after this. prostate massage “Yes, I’m 45 years old,” he thought as he woke up. “And today
“Can I lick your fingers like they’re little clits?” I asked my spouse. We were having sex, and he was standing by the bed. “Yes,” he said. I’d been kissing his hands, but I started to lick his fingers, that last finger segment, pretending they were little clits. Felt erotic and lovely. “Mmm!’ I said.
“How are your balls doing?” I asked my spouse. “They want you,” he said. We were in bed, naked–cuddly and close. “They want to make semen for me?” I asked. “They want to slap up against you,” he said. “What? They want to slap me? Mean balls!” I said, smiling. “No, they want to slap
Lately we have sex every day after lunch. It’s been a month or so like that. Rarely there’s a reason we have to do it later. This reliable date is comforting and good for my mental health and my spouse’s also. There’s nothing to consider, just joyful siesta. We refer to it as post-lunch, post-lunch
“I wish the golf course was a public sex forest,” I said. “Then we could go there and do it more outdoorsly, and outside.” My spouse was standing in the kitchen, eating the pasta I made him for lunch. He paused, the fork lifted halfway to his mouth, and gave me a weird look. “Ok,”
“Where do you want me to lick you?” I asked. “Everywhere!” he said. “No way!” I said. “I’m not licking your sweaty armpits!” “Oh, fun!” he said. “No!” I said. We were smiling. “Well, maybe if you just took a shower, I would.” We were cuddling in bed, pondering licks. “What about your asshole? Do
This morning I was hearing voices more than usual as I was trying to sleep. I’m a voice hearer all my life–it’s part of what disables me. They were loud, but not angry or screamy. Yes, I’ve been a little too up lately, so it makes sense to have extra voices. I heard a voice
These are some conversation bits pertaining to sex that may involve water. camels “Did you drink water?” I asked. “Yeah, I drank a lot of water,” he said. “Oh, are you a camel?” I asked. “Does that mean you want two humps?” It was sweet. He was standing by the bed and smiled at me.