If you really want to be a player, you have to train for it. Being a schmuck and proud of it is pathetic really when your partner bears the brunt of your flaccidity.

Sex is just like any activity wherein you must be at your best or lose respect of your peers or your partner. Unless you want it to just be a master and servant relation which is, if you ask me, one of the most boring sort of partnerships where no mental development could be attained at all, nor any emotional and spiritual advancement whatsoever.

So it was my rest day from the office and my woman usually expects us to have time for each other. However, despite of having no sufficient sleep the day before, I had accepted my buddies invitation to have a drink. We did have a great time, lots of laughs, and I had not drank for quite a while, so I relished it. I then had to meet with my woman, who dutifully accompanies me to the university to sign up for another semester for my Master’s degree course. When that was done, Kenny G’s Silhouette started to play in the air.

We had a great start. She let me shower first, she had to check her messages from her people from her restaurant business. When I got freshened, she went ahead and bathed. Maybe I should have kissed her nipples first and pussy, but when she went to the bed, she bent over and invited me to penetrate her vagina while her white round buttocks inveigled me. How could I forget that even she did offer me herself that way, nothing sets the mood than a hot, teasing foreplay. Instead, I lost my desensitization that I earn by exploring her body first when I let myself have my innate way. I went crazy, who wouldn’t, when her hot bod was pointed to me that way. However, I kept stopping for breath, panting, and I had frustrated her for not allowing enough rhythm to turn her on and burst into liquid heat.  That’s when she just got exasperated and turned her back at me, frigidly.

What a frigging loser was I! What was I thinking!?

If you were only there, there I was, mewling like an alley cat just to get my piece while she just fumed at what she suspected as an unwarranted buddy alcohol binge. I knew she had smelled it through my skin and breath even though I did brush my teeth and showered thoroughly, and that I had neglected informing her of this little all guy gathering, which I should have.

I resumed kissing her whole length of body and kept on caressing her inner, lightly furred, delicious hidden delta. With her legs closed as she lay on her side I did slide my manhood and swooned at her delicious inner loveliness. When she finally opened her paradise cove, I devoured it like a hungry lion and gently but lusciously let her feel my ministrations come in and out of her eager labias while she closed her eyes and moaned her approval to the envious ceiling. I closed the light and we had our mouths on each other’s genitals. In the dark we lost track of time while we mutually licked and sucked with our hot tongues and deep intakes. When we got our fill of that hot oral exchange, I turned on the light and went back to her lovely center so that I could probe her wetness between her milky legs. It was a long time, I had the patience and the desire to enjoy her body orally more.

She violently pulled my head down when she had lost control. I drank everything from her like divine mead.

Still, I could have lengthened our experience. I had put in my manhood and started to rock her. Lord, how beautiful she is when she is orally served! How her skin glowed and how sexily her lips part and her hungry eyes stare when I sex her again and again lovingly.

Alcohol may strengthen brotherhood, but it saps energy for being her Big Brother.

I broke water, so to speak, and with a yell, I had to spill it all over her belly as she, laughingly, accepted, but, knowing her knowing me, that’s not my usual style. I had to doze while again she just fiddled with her phone, ugh! I woke up with a bad headache for all the beer still there and then this.

When you do such regrettable foibles, small things that could affect big relationships, you have to be prepared for the danger of being single again as some nasty payback gets into her mind and punishes you for good. Oh yeah, there are a lot of women out there who just might fancy a man about town like me, but she is rare to go by, a real gem of a woman. I got my just deserts when she ogled another guy and I could not risk being a dictator by scolding her for it. Yeah, I could pummel the damn chump but what would that give me? A day in court? Moral damages, fines? You don’t make your woman stay by punches. You make her stay by consistently being the Ready Man.

Oh well, you live to fight another day. Will she be understanding after all I have done for her?

A bright little red number not limiting you but expanding your horizons

just a little below the hips with stretchable fabric so I can pull down the neckline

And help me to your generous offering of your fulsome glorious aureolas

Your neck gets brighter as you reach for the stars when the sensation of my lips

races within your nerves and ignites your fireworks

A kind vulcanology awaits between your loving legs while I seismologize your skin above.

Next I’ll shop around for a new blue dress

Dress you up as a sailor my mate for a voyage cir-come-navigating your world

Your body is a wonderland, John Mayer was right

Love it when you let me explode inside you my Love Goddess, My Bestfriend

We are equal in this battle between selfishness and sacrifice

I stop myself from killing myself so that new life will phoenix within your orbs

Burn myself to mindlessness so that our joinings will be sentient

Like molecules becoming Einstein, wonderful.

Yeah, I suppose when I say a new woman I’d name names just to specify

Like a new Jay Low, or a Mar-High-A Carrie, or even an Awe-Drew Heavyburns-Barrie-Moor

But no, you are the same but not quite

Same face, same eyes, same lips, same labial lips, same voice

But I differentiate still I don’t know how

Maybe it’s the dresses.

It will be like this until we go back to being friends, the best of friends, till forever with…Eternity.

“Let’s get outta here.”
“And then what’ll we do?”
“Just talk.”

Talk my buns. As soon as we got in I sought her lips. She didn’t want it. Soon I discovered, a kiss for her was for a loved one. I was not loved. I was a toy for her. She loved her husband more than me. Fair enough.

I pulled her blouse up and sucked her nips.

“No, I can’t do this.” Oh yes you can.

She now began to tussle my short hair. No resistance now when I undid her jeans and disrobed her, although I saw a hint of panic in her eyes. It was banished when I took everything off and my Apollo so handsomely erect.

“Oh my god, your cock!”

She sat as I knelt before her on the bed. Her hot, ticklish, wet, vibrating mouth woken me to afternoon delight. Man, she knows how to deepthroat. I felt for her labias, wet. I stopped her and did the Vibrating Frog Position.

“Oh my Tom!”

I slid Apollo into her Venus, her legs up and my legs folded under me, my heels erect, just like a frog, and so easily I pumped her for speeds like 150 mph. In no time she quaked and spasmed, her face a beauty of pleasure at being fucked secretly and efficiently. It was like that for two hours until I lied on my back and she aimed to make me come, in her mouth. She pushed my big head in her tight lips and sinewy tongue, I was watching her beautiful face enjoying me orally. I just let her, hands free. And then I blew, ounces of hot sperm. I told her not to swallow, but to just let it pour all over my Apollo. We slept, did an encore. She gave me 300 bucks.

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.

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.

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…

Sister cannot hide
Feeling hot inside
Didn’t take long
She also I ride.

Softening my hardness
Into a softness
For your hardcore
Soft sensuality

Hardened by your soft
Yearning for hard
Embrace against soft attention
Of a hard heartred crowd

Softly I harden
To your soft fluid
Current of hard lightning
Softening my nerves

So hard I soften
Your hard licked soft
Softly through this hard
We are now hard and soft.