V.L.O.G. Valentino’s Life Orgasmic Graciousness

When a mother figure is somewhat absent from your life, especially when she’s a working mom, a lot of things are left untended for a boy.  I came across in Psychology 101 Freud’s Stages of Child Cognitive Development which I find unnerving but sexy, and probably a surrogate explanation for why I do what I do.  Sigmund said, I quote, “If a child was particularly neglected in one of the stages, when she or he was not totally satisfied in the craving that characterized one of the stages, then, that child, in this case, me, would have to compensate for that lack for the rest of my life.   

By way of inductive reasoning, let me get to the bottom of this. 

I crave oral sex. Always have. I used to stare at girl’s crotches of tight jeans or smooth lycra fabrics, and daydream how I’d like to slowly take that off and feast on the hot female possession underneath, pubic hair and all. I love to look up short skirts and thinking I’d poke my tongue on the gauzy panties.  I used not to care whether they noticed I was really staring. I had reasoned, ‘hey, I’m thinking no wrong, man.’  It took quite a while for me to be discreet.  

When I got the chance, my, I treat myself, and my sexual partner, with gusto. I do it gently, light licks on the clitoris and on the slit, my tongue somewhat dry, or I become what Elvis sang about, ‘You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog.’  I poured saliva on my love’s vagina and roughly, deeply poke my tongue, press my lips, kiss and kiss your mother like there’s no tomorrow. 

Golly, the moans? Music. When you pull my hair? It’s a head massage. The taste? A bit salty after a shower. The fragrance? Shampoo used when bathing. When you push my face deeper into you? My servitude with a purpose. I would feel useful, needed, wanted. Isn’t beautiful? Beautiful, beautiful lovemaking, with all the ingredients thrown in. 

I think my Oral Stage of Cognitive Development was not satisfied. My psych teacher told us, if a child was not adequately breastfed, then the child would have a greater chance of ending up smoking, chewing gum, or sucking one’s thumb. Funny, I did all three, and more. I am oddly grateful that I wasn’t satisfied. 

I sucked on my wife’s fingers, one at a time, until she couldn’t take it no more, she’d immediately disrobe and ride me.  I took my sweet time sucking and lapping at her breasts until now, and she would kiss and bite at my nipples, too. I think we’re both the same, I mean, our mothers (I love my mom nonetheless.) both left us to work overtime, for us.   

So, me and my wife, we mutually pleasured each other.  Before, when she was still shy, we’d have lovemaking with the lights out.  She’d lie on her side and tell me to lick her, and direct my bod to lay beside her, with my Apollo pointing like a red,juicy elongated tomato near her face. As I attacked her with my tongue after much groping, that’s when I feel the sensation of my Apollo feeling the cold air-conditioned air of our room and the warm wet electric sensation of her eager lips playing with it, alternating across its length. My mind gets flooded with sweet sensations orally and genitally. Meanwhile, I would slide and slide my wet nectar collector across her intimate valley, feeling warmth radiating from inside, especially when she’s ovulating.   

When she’s coming, she taps my head to lick her faster, deeper, and harder.  That’s when I tasted hot, salty Venus juice ooze from her vaginal lips, and find its way to my nose and cheeks. Her whole body shook. Like a vestal virgin crazed with lust, I felt I might come in her mouth, due to the hot intensity she gave my Apollo.  That’s when I gently inform her to stop, level my service firearm at her bull’s eye, and get to work. Really work. I miss her. It’s gonna be two months before we pleasure each other again. The first night was always a blast of come, my white semen overflowing from her delta.  Fidelity pays, you know. 

Dinzy, the maid, fair as a goddess but quite unfortunate in economic status, was nonetheless blessed.  For more than six months we indulged in our subterfuge. Finally, she left Auntie’s service, went back home to their province, where a long time admirer was just waiting for her.  He was an old rich policeman coming from a politically connected family, with a first name that translates into ‘hero’.  Indeed, he was her knight in shining financial armor. 

The two were immediately wed.  he bought her a house and sent her to college, much to the chagrin of the old man’s legal wife and legitimate children. 

Once in a while Dinzy would text me to meet her, so that we’d be in each other’s arms just like we were at Auntie’s. Little did I know that the money she spent for our dinners, movies, the gifts she gave me, and the overnights at classy hotels were her husband’s.  I thought the cop had clamped down on her spending because she stopped seeing me altogether.  I began to receive threats on my cell phone so that did it for us.  I wouldn’t push my luck either.

When she told me everything on the cell, I was happy for her because at least she could live comfortably like a princess while her old man showered her with gifts.  I just hope since we’ve stopped having sex she’d be careful not to push his hand because she told me, even though the cop did cunnilingus very well like I did (she’d imagine it was me, she said.), she wasn’t satisfied with his size, after being used to shout her orgasms with mine.  I didn’t know what to say when she told me that.  I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time (an odd mix of emotions back then), but I recoursed to just leaving her with sound advice. I told her, ‘love him, girl’ and so many other tips to maintain a man’s trust.

I miss her once in a while.  Writing this refreshed lots of hot memories of her.  Which I would write about soon.

Now, I’m far from my wife, I miss her so. Now, she’s a lot hotter than Dinzy.  Love makes wives sexier and all the more delicious. Can’t wait to let my lips kiss her clit and slip my tongue in and out of her vagina.  Aah, I miss you my love. I’m so hard right now I can pleasure any woman all night long. And the morning after.

I’d like to ram this into you so that I can feel you possess me like the bitch boy that I am.  I miss your hot body so enjoying my body. I could feel you blood warming to feverish heat and the sweat salty to my licks on your gadang female body, so very young and supple even after nine years I’m your husband, friend, and lover.

Aah, I’m so sexually male right now. I just let it flow over me and it’ll pass without incident.  I’ve my thesis to finish here, so.  And I not so like just a teeny weeny bit how the women here are so not so subtle about their charms and thinking in these parts.  Imagine, no hot chick’s blogging here! What kind of sexy intelligent woman is that who doesn’t blog?

Okay, enough for now. I have to nurse this erection till it softens.  It usually takes hours. Yeah, I know, it’s a bit freakish. Well, a man’s gotta evolve something to keep up with women.