“Is this what you like to see, when you come home? Some nice pussy?” I asked my spouse.
He had just come home from running errands. I was lying in bed naked, legs spread, with a small fan blowing on my cunt, drying off after a shower.
“Yeah!” he said, admiring.
He climbed onto the bed and began kissing my naked body. First he kissed my right breast. Then my tummy and abdomen. Then my right thigh.
He reached into his pants and adjusted his erection.
“Too bad we don’t have more time,” I said. “What time is it?”
I smiled. We knew what time his dick thought it was–pussy time.
“For my dick, the time is always now,” he said.
honest
Yes, I like that idea, of dick time being always now. Perpetually in the present sounds like a form of enlightenment. Why wait? An erection is not an emergency, but I see how it can feel that way.
I’m fortunate my spouse wants me as much as ever, after all these years. But I don’t feel lucky–it’s not luck. We’ve worked hard to stay honest, real, changing, learning, and in motion all this time.
Love is alive. We have to keep it that way. Like anything alive, it’s changing. Thank goodness for that. Being friends with change is so important, I don’t understand how people survive who resist it. Change is desirable.
pussy
My vulva is easy to love. My spouse adores my pubic hair. It’s become more sparse over the years. I like him to touch my pubic hair gently, especially on my labia. The sensation is sweet.
He’ll pet the mons, and I’ll request, “Touch my lips. Deeper.”
He’s the only person who has ever patted my vulva. I enjoy that sensation also. He’s the only person who’s ever grabbed it–yes.
No one has ever loved going down on my like he does. I don’t let him go down on me very much. But I’m happy he loves me with his tongue.
voice
“What would my cunt say, if it could talk?” I asked my spouse
“It would ask for me. It would say my name,” he said. “In a deep voice.”
I laughed.
“My vulva has a deep voice?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
Whatever is power, that’s what my cunt is. What amazing work I’ve done to reclaim my own body, which I didn’t understand as mine until I was an adult.
