balls

“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 up against you.  It’s playful,” he said.

“Oh, ok,” I said.  “But they already did that earlier today.”

water

“I think your balls need water, because you’re going to ejaculate.  So then your balls are all like–ok, quick!  We need to make more semen!  Get more water over here!”

I giggled.  “Yeah,” I continued.  “They need to pull water from other parts of your body, to make the semen, which will not get sperm added to it, right?  Destiny-less sperm.  Your balls need to plump up again, for sure.”

I pat my spouse’s balls.  “Need more semen, asap!  Let’s get going here!”  I giggled more.

He was beautiful, sleepy, kind, caressing my side and shoulder.

“Yeah, your balls talk in that funny voice, for some reason,” I continued.  “Your balls are a middle aged, white construction worker with a beard, for some reason.  Wearing a pink hard hat.  Ha ha ha.”

repeat

We cuddled more.

“How do you balls feel…now?” I asked.

“They want you,” he said.

“Aw!  These balls think the same things over and over.  Darling balls,” I said, touching them gently.

“I’m so lucky they want me,” I added.  Soft and vulnerable, his balls are a joy to touch.  “Do they like me best today?”

“Yes, they like you best today,” my spouse said.

pretend

Lately I like to beg for it.  I want it, but I pretend I want it much more than he does.

“Can I put just the head of it in my mouth?” I ask.  “Can I suck it like a lollipop?”

“Yeah,” he says and accepts my mouth on his dick.  His breathing changes, and he loves my attention.

Then I might rest, with more cuddle, and he touches my tits.

Then I beg again.  “Can I suck the head again, and then maybe down the shaft somewhat?”

He says yes again.

“Please, let me suck it all the way,” I beg a little later.  I blow him, and he comes down my throat.

good slut

“Tell me I’m a good slut for you?” I ask.

“You are such a good slut for me,” he says, petting me.  I like our life, especially this part of it.