New Year, New …

Well, if you’re reading this, you made is out of another year too.
I’m not much for resolutions, so I’m not making any.
Happy New Year!

10 Things I have done that you probably haven’t

Took the lead from Heather over at Extemporaneous

- Slept with a girl, then later had her ask if I would sleep with her roommate (which I did!…:)).

- Finished playing a soccer game with a ruptured testicle, THEN went to the doctor.

- Seen Elton John with his pants around his ankles. (No, this doesn’t relate to my last post)

- Been engaged three times, but only married once…

- Never been to my Prom, but went to someone else’s in a different state.

- Given a report on sexual behavior in front of your English class, which included a girl you had recently slept with, who was pregnant but said it’s not yours.

- Got married in a tuxedo…at the magistrate’s office.

-Competed in a national tournament for Photon (Laser Quest predecessor, and far better)

- Bowled a 299 game in league (still have the ring to prove it)

- Am pretty sure your first sexual encounter was arranged by a group of your friends, but have no proof.

Anal sex…

Hello, I’m heterosexual and I like anal sex. And not just performing it, but receiving it.

There, I said it. That wasn’t so bad…

I actually wrote this a while ago, but chickened out.  Then I read this from Catalina and figured “What the Hell!”

Now before you start responding, I am not into guys. Toys, yes, but not real ones. I prefer my dicks to be strap-ons. Sorry.

There is just something incredibly unique about it. Personally, the massaging of my prostate is quite enjoyable. The feeling can be intense. I would imagine it is much like the g-spot, not nearly as sensitive, but very intense as it is probed and massaged. Also, it’s very relaxing. The anus is a very tight muscle group, and the practice of relaxing it can be a massive stress reliever. So guys, maybe it’s YOU and not her that needs to be fucked!

From the other side, it’s quite enjoyable to give as well. While the vagina has a lot of texture and stretches, the anus and its muscles are stiffer and smoother. During anal sex, not as much sensation is placed on the head of the penis, so the feelings are deeper and more intense.

And that doesn’t even begin to cover the “naughty” nature of it…

It’s can be difficult to tell your significant other that you want her to fuck your ass, but once you can talk to them about it, you might just get lucky!  If you have never done it, don’t worry…there are plenty of “small” toys available.  The hardest part is acceptance.  If you like to have your ass touched, it does not make you any less of a man.  Just get past it and get on with it!

I think my favorite plug is calling my name…

Present, part 2…

While I gave my wife a few moments to recover, I picked out a couple of other toys, neither she had used before.  One was a set of anal trainer beads, while the other was a substantially larger dildo that I was previously using.  After prepping both toys, I used what was remaining on my hands to massage her ass.

“You said you weren’t going there!” she said apprehensively.

“I said I wouldn’t fuck your ass while you were tied up. I never said I wouldn’t go there,” as I slowly inserted the strings of beads, one by one.

Before she had much time to process the strange presence in her anus, I pressed the dildo up against her clit and slid in down into her dripping pussy. She gasped as I pushed the head in, and then pushed the shaft in slowly. While there was enjoyment, it was obvious that this was a bit too much for her. So it was time for me to take my first shot at this opportunity. Lifting her legs up to my shoulders, I finally plunged into her.  It was different than usual, having been stretched a bit by the dildo.  It wasn’t terribly long before both of us were reaching orgasm.  After thinking about things for so long, it was nice to put flesh to flesh and take advantage of what I needed.  But this was her present.  We weren’t done yet…

We used to enjoy massage and oils, before kids, but that would have been predictable. At the local shop they carry massage candles, low-temp candles made with solidified oil instead of wax. I had let her smell the candle earlier, but she had no idea it was for something else. After a quick temperature test on my inner arm, I sat down beside her. I proceeded to quickly run a line of oil from her navel up between her breasts. A quick gasp from the warmth and a smile as I began to spread the warm oil across her breasts.  I alternated between dripping oil and massaging her body, head to toe, experimenting with how the oil reacted from the height of the candle. 

“Roll over,” I said, helping her navigate the move as she was still tied to the bed. Positioning her, I proceeded to enter her from behind, which she particularly likes.  Relaxed as I was it was relatively easy to maintain myself, allowing more focus to be spent on pleasuring her.  Alas, after a time, my sport-worn knees could no longer maintain the position, despite how much we were both enjoying it.  At this point, I leaned in over her and undid the ropes from her wrists, allowing us both to roll on to our sides.

“Did you come?” she asked.

“No,” I replied.

“I can fix that,” she smiled.

She began to pleasure me orally, which was quite enjoyable, but she’s been fighting a sinus infection, and was having a little trouble. That’s when she surprised me. She pushed me back on to the bed and climbed on top of me. Not that she’s never been on top, but it’s not usually her idea. But there she was, and she was working me over with an energy that I cannot recall ever seeing (or experiencing). While she had planned on pleasing me, she was not wasting the opportunity to get a little bit more out of it for herself. I began trying to put it off, enjoying watching and feeling her take from me instead of waiting for me to bring it. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer and gave her what she wanted, filling her up for the last time that evening.

Somebody once said that the joy of giving is better than receiving. I like to think that there was great joy here in the giving and in the receiving, from both parties.

Happy birthday…

An Early Present…?

My wife had never been tied up…

Happy Birthday!

I sent her a simple text message:

Come Home
Shower
Wait for me, naked…
You are to do what I tell you. You must trust me.  You have no choice.

My wife tends to be on the (sexually) conservative side.  I figure after thirteen years of marriage, it’s time for that to begin to change.

I met her as she climbed out of the shower.  Taking the towel from her hands, I helped her dry her hair, squeezing her long tresses in the soft cloth.  I reached under the towel and grabbed a good handful of hair.  She looked a little surprised as I pulled her head back and kissed her deeply.

I led her out in front of the mirror and she looked as I covered her eyes with a flannel cloth. I began to rub my hands across her body as I led her to the bed. Carefully situating her near the edge of the bed, I laid her down and began to place quick kisses randomly across her entire body. “You’ve been letting yourself go lately,” I said. “We need to clean that up.” With that I proceeded to groom her, first trimming then shaving her entire pubic area. I could see that she was becoming aroused from the attention; the gentle vibrations of the trimmer, the massaging of the shaving cream, the smooth strokes of the razor, and the soothing of the lotion.

After cleaning up a little, I figured it was time to move things up a notch. I sat on the bed above her head and began to rub her cheat and arms. I gently pulled her arms up over her head, and began to wrap a scarf around them.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“So the ropes don’t hurt you,” I replied.

Nothing was said as I began wrapping the ropes around her wrists, one towards each corner of the bed. Nothing fancy, but I do have a sufficient amount of experiences with knots. She wasn’t going anywhere…

“Now that I have your attention, I have not been very happy lately. You want me to be happy, right?”

It can be hard to read expressions when half of somebody’s face is covered, but even the silence vibrated with a ripple of fear.

I moved closer. “You want me to be happy right?” as I smacked her on the outer thigh.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Now that we have that settled, there are things you are going to learn. But you can’t learn everything tonight. So tonight, you are going to learn how to be fucked.”

I picked up on of the smaller toys and proceeded to begin, slowly sliding it into her.  (One nice thing about using a toy is that you get to watch without having to share the person with another man.  The way the perineum flexes or the labium moves as a penis moves in and out is difficult to see when it’s your penis! Not to mention, it is a lot easier to lick her clitoris without another person in the way.) After working the toy most of the way in, I moved in to begin pleasuring her clit with my fingers and tongue. Typically my wife likes to involve her hands at some point, so just knowing that she had to leave it all up to me way highly arousing. It took a little longer for her to relax, but she finally succumbed to her orgasm.

Fortunately for her, this was not the end, but that may be a story for another day…