Archive for July, 2007

A Change in the Pace

{ July 28, 2007 @ 12:10 pm } · { Sex, Sexual Experience, marriage, monogamy, responsibility, sexual technique }
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Looking back to the early days of our marriage, I remember that my wife really wants to take it hard. I would ram my prod lancer into her with so much strength she virtually bounced from the bed 6 inches into the air. I pushed my cock right up the end of her vagina that she screamed with pleasure as her insides swallowed my manhood with gusto. And when she came, she slapped my ass like a jockey spurring her horse to gallop, I re-slammed my hips onto hers with such speed I think it’s not an exaggeration that I got the hummingbird’s flapping in mind when I did so.

After the first, my continuous momentum with provoke multiple orgasms in her, with her scratching my back, biting my neck, sucking hard at my ear, and leave my man-boobs smarting from her nails. I was always a great sight for a woman to derive pleasure from my manly moves. I take pride that I am indeed a great lover. My unique scimitar shaped cock always tapped at her G-spot just above the opening opposite the back curve of her vagina. My hips had always been bandy and flexible, which is very obvious in case you see me gyrating at the dance floor. Plus my correct breathing, my body becomes a virtual orgasm machine. Her moans of increasing pleasure are music to my ears.

Now, it’s different, after her first orgasm, she doesn’t slap my ass like a jockey’s. She takes hold of my love handles with her hands, and controls my thrust so that I moved like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores of Boracay. I now make the sensuous slow dance of a male stripper. With just a few slow but surface to surface connections of my phallic head to her G-spot, her eyes flutter with ecstacy, and groans her oh-ohs all the more huskier. Now I don’t have to ride her like a locomotive, but just like the first speed of a rodeo machine. I could feel acutely the sliding of my good hard cock into her nethermouth, making me forgot the assholes of the world and just concentrating on the heaven she spreads out for me. I don’t say fuck when I fuck. I say, “You’re so good, Honey, oh this is soooooooooooo goooooooood!”

And since I work hard at the office, I don’t come in her in the weekdays, but in the weekends. That’s when I unload probably so much come compared to my ejaculations when we did it everyday. I could see my white semen overflowing after she enjoyed my hot come spill in her hot vagina which she likes so much, and I get turned on again when she lathers the smooth sperm all over her pussy. I get hard again and shoot my cock into her salivating vagina until I get limp and parked in her carwash.

Man, I’m such a good fucker.

Sweet Jealousy

{ July 22, 2007 @ 7:55 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Since I started working in the company, my wife showed changes in her treatment of me. This started when she saw the pictures I took of my office colleagues, included therein were some office hotties that could make a man drool, but for me, their physical sensuality had no effect on an oversexed man like me. But for wifey, I suspect they posed as a threat, in a manner of speaking.

Her reaction manifested in the most familiar territory we’ve been in and out for nine years: the bedroom. She has been overdoing herself, riding me hard, working me like a woman in a very fiery state of arousal. I don’t really mind her doing me like an experienced porn star, but, I’m a guy who is pretty easy to please really. Yeah, I go for the kinky stuff once in a while, but basically, I would want to do them on my woman, not the other way around. I’m not into S & M, but if ever I would delve in that world, I think I’ll take the M role. Dunno, it’s just how I am. I can go on an erection for hours without really thinking of coming for myself, because really, the fun ends when I cum. Sorry, I rambled, violating the rules of paragraph unity.

Going back to my wife, yes, I began to notice she was overdoing the act, that was already making me feel so much pleasure, I almost came sooner than I wanted, if I hadn’t pulled it out in time. She had been meeting my thrusts, she’s moaning really loud, and kissing me all over like I was ice cream. Again, this was all good, but I could really sense, deeply, that she was only doing this to keep me, and me not going for those hotties at the office. It hurt me a bit, because, for a sec, I thought she thought, mildly, I couldn’t be trusted not to thrust a hottie who happened to fancy my moustached red lips and dark, going-down-on-ya-sweetie eyes. So I thought, I have to assure her.

I couldn’t really discuss it with her, because I know, you know, you’re women too, she wouldn’t admit it, right? Fishing it out of her, my suspicion of her jealousy would just be like tackling blue fin tuna in the middle of the bay, with the fishing rod line screeching. Made me uncomfortable, too, trying to deny the nothing that was there. Am I making any sense? Well, what I did was, I sent her a text message, here it is, verbatim: “Babes, you need not worry about me at the office. The girls there don’t care about me like you do, and I don’t care about them like I do for you. You don’t need to do much to please me. Don’t worry, I won’t spend a single cent on them.” This may sound a little obnoxious, but of course, affairs usually involve cents, and more, so, this was like a self-ultimatum to prevent complications in the future. Here’s her reply: “I trust you, Babes (Whew, a sigh of relief from me.), but I can’t avoid feeling jealous of them (Aha! Told you, my hunch was correct.), it just is natural for me to feel. But I trust you (read: Don’t make a wrong move or you won’t see your kids ever.).

So, all I can say, is, in relationships, anticipation is very valuable, especially in sensing your partner’s unsaid obviousness. It pays to pre-empt a problem, although that too, involves emotional risks.

As for her going back to her usual lying down on her back and me humping her soft creamy white spread legs and sinking my ever-reliable hard-head into her heavenly wet-hot red panty lips, I’m set on to discover that tonight. See yah.

Latest Scoop

{ July 2, 2007 @ 8:44 am } · { Personal Confessions, Sex, Sexual Experience, love, marriage, monogamy, sexual technique }
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Last night was great.

I guess, I can never get enough of Wifey, she’s getting better the more we grow older. Her face looks younger every after she comes, her lips redder with every taste of me, and her pussy ever getting hotter and tighter like a virgin’s.

Since I reserve my mojo for five working days, I now work at an office, with high pay (I deserve it!), and got plenty of money making plans in the works, I am charming, handsome, and sexually gifted after all, and the women, they sense it.

Saturday, geez, she oral checked my Apollo like for hours, getting me to thinking, where didya get your oral craving this time? Is it the chocolate that I bring after work? Dark chocolate that melts in her mouth? Her lips are so slippery and smooth, I swear I’d come in her if I didn’t know she doesn’t want it. Then the sudden tightening that had me forgetting who I am, oooh! I came just seconds inside her, but she forgave me with a mouth caress.

Sunday, I made up. We did a sixty nine because I want to taste pussy so much. When she came, she sucked so fast I had to pull out or it’s gooey time. Her pussy tasted so good, next weekend, gotta have more.

Then, I entered her backstyle, man, she’s tight! Her moans reverberated in her house (she owns it, not me), and I fucked like a rotor whenever she screams “I’m coming! I’m coming!”, sweet Mary, nine years we make love, and her voice always sounded like the first night. For like two hours, I worked her ass, she on her knees at times, then on her elbows. Soft feminine form accepting my hardness, yes!

She laid on her back, obviously exhausted from her multiple orgasms, I pushed, whew, what a rush, then pumping like 100 mph! My Apollo easily bumping the inner end of heaven. Her vaginal lips clasped my girth so tight and smoothly, I was sure, five days worth of hot man fluid would fill her fulltank.

So I did, and with a force so strong it weakened me. Not really that much. I sat above her closed eyes as she felt me and my lava swimming inside her, scalding and reviving her hot womanhood like Venus incarnate. I watched as she mashed her breasts while I still was snug in her furry resort. Then I collapsed beside her, numbed of thought and slept dreamless.

I woke up to hot eggs, herbal milk mix, and fried rice and some sweet meats, while she hummed, preparing my clothes, in her nighties. Got a hard on that instant, just wanna ram her backstyle on the side of the bed. But there’s work…need energy for work.

I don’t really feel so good about Mondays…