“Can I tell you what I’m thinking about?” I asked my spouse. I was having a fantasy about being watched. “Yes,” he said. We were in bed having sex–not our usual bed at home, but at a rental place. My spouse was spooning me and touching my breasts. His big dick was poking onto my
“I finally understand topping now,” I said to my spouse. Lying in bed long after waking up, I was having a slow morning, staring out the window. I was looking at the tall pear tree by the bike shed, in the rain. “The pears are only reachable on the bottom part of the tree,” I
“If I was hugging him while he was wearing a suit, and I was getting off on that, what would that mean?” I asked my spouse. We were talking about money, power, and sex. “I would think you were getting off on safety,” my spouse said. “The suit is a way to be safe.” “Yeah,
When you left here, it was messy and painful. Your choice to have sex with our housemate was part of that. I think you anticipated a fun, hot, lighthearted encounter. Maybe no one would know. Probably you had zero idea what the consequences would be. I’m sorry you made that choice. I hope sex with
“Can I touch your balls, if I feel curious about them?” I asked my spouse. “Yes,” he said. I moved my hand to the sweet softness. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel affectionate toward them?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. I pet them with love. “Can I touch your balls, if I feel
My spouse and I had a date. We got naked–he cleared the bed, including moving the blanket to the chair. We both were lying there and began to cuddle sweetly. Then I asked if we could have a masturbation party. “Yeah!” he said. disability I’ve been in extra pain lately. Is my disability getting worse?
“Why don’t you get a vegan cock and balls, and I’ll eat the vegan cum?” I asked. My spouse was craving baked goods, so I suggested a local donut chain that used to have a cream filled donut called cock and balls. It was funny and daring. But we live here now; I hadn’t been
“Open it,” I said. I was lying in bed after a shower with the fan blowing on my body. I was drying off my cunt, my ass, and the place between my abdomen and mons. And the creases between my thighs and cunt. So good to get wet and clean, then nicely dry. It’s beneficial
My spouse and I were on a long car drive, playing driving games. Suddenly I remembered a years-forgotten game I made up when I was young. You have to rank five things. I asked my spouse to rank these five things by sexual preference. smacking my ass by hand smacking my ass by flogger consent-non-consent
I love queer sex, and am not keen on straight sex. But maybe it’s a false distinction? That’s what I’m pondering today. I think of queer sex as dynamic–it changes mid-scene and over the years creative–we have to do different things than insert a tab into a slot showing up as my whole self transformative–it