“Did you like me coming on your dick yesterday?” I asked my spouse. We were lying in bed, naked and cuddly.
“Yes,” he said. “I really liked that.”
“Why do you like it?” I asked.
“You look so beautiful,” he said.
I imagined myself below him, trying to be quiet. Nest in rapture, emoting and moving about with total ecstatic overwhelm, senses filled completely, all circuits closed and complete.
“How do you feel, when I’m coming on your dick?” I asked.
“Feels wonderful,” he said.
“Does it feel happy? Do you feel surprised? Do you feel validated?” I asked. I imagined the validation, that he was a good lover, spouse, partner, and sex-haver. Such a good pleasure-giver.
“I feel happy,” he said.
“Ok–happy,” I said, trying to imagine my spouse’s happiness. “Is there a specific type of happy that’s sexual happy?” I wondered.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sexual happy.”
When I came on his dick that day, I got an intense cramp in my left hip immediately. Poor timing! But too common.
I felt that intense world-transforming goodness, plus overwhelming hip pain-panic, and right away asked him to get off me. So he didn’t have the chance to ejaculate into the cunt that just came around his dick, unfortunately.
“I wanna do that again,” my spouse said.
“Yeah, me too!” I said. “All you need to do is rub my cunt a lot beforehand. Then I will be all ready.”
I smiled at him. “I was pretty orgasm-starved too. It had been a few days,” I added.
Do you like this pic of my legs and foot in bed, seen past my naked breast? I was thinking of my breast as a planet, and my nipple was on the horizon. Felt important, this round, beautiful left breast planet.
It’s one of my favorite pics I’ve ever seen of myself. Too bad it’s so private and I can’t show it to many people. But I show it to you, dear reader.