I would like to invite my spouse to participate in this ritual worship of the breasts. Ok, it might get messy. Please have a soft napkin or tissues handy. My vision for this ritual is we get into a frame of mind where my breasts are simultaneously my breasts and some kind of cosmic Great
We were lying in bed naked, and I wanted to have sex. But I’ve been moody, stressed, sad. Sex seemed like work. I knew once I got horny, I would be happy. But my arousal was low. I tried to flirt. “Is there anything you want?” I asked. “My dick wants to play with you,”
I had not come in a week. That was unusual. I was lying in bed, clean from a shower, naked. My spouse was out, and I was lying on my back with my legs spread open. I thought about masturbating. Yes, a masturbation session sounded perfect. We had sex the day before, but neither came.
“My mouth is sore from you fucking it,” I said, as we cuddled after sex. I said it more like a purr, full of feelings. the sex He visited me in the bedroom. I wasn’t on my phone, reading, crafting, or writing. I was just lying there, thinking about sex. He stood by the side
My dear friend txted me that she rubbed one out in about thirty seconds. I told her I wished to be involved. She said I was involved– she told me about her masturbation. I felt loved and special. “I’ve never come that fast in my life,” I told her. My cunt is good at overwhelmingly
“You have no idea how good that felt,” I told my spouse, breathless. He’d been sucking on my nipples gently, and touching them, as I masturbated. He was standing by the bed. The pleasure was extra intense, and my orgasm was an extreme state. Like I was losing my mind. Difficult to be quiet–too much.
From believing porn was bad, to considering making porn for money, my first encounters with porn, and what I think of it now–I’ve been on a journey that has taken me to some strange places. Actual experiences, dreams, and fantasies have fueled my sexual imagination, but porn has too. early I hadn’t made up my
In this post, I talk about my first orgasm. It’s vulnerable and tender to reveal. What if you get aroused, reading it? That’s ok. I’m allowed to talk about my own past, and you’re allowed to have a reaction. If you beat off, imagining me having my first orgasm, good for you. I might beat
“Your arm is so pretty,” I said, admiring its muscles and smoothness, his beautiful light brown skin. “If I was so pretty as you, I would just lie in bed and masturbate…all day!” We shared a smile about that. I get confused, sometimes. My friend built a staircase-porch so beautiful; I told him–if I could