Valentines Day is only 4 days away I thought. The note also reminded me that we had a houseful of company coming tomorrow night for the weekend. I knew that once the family was here my writing time would be replaced by cooking for the clan and shuttling people around as we did things or went places. I needed to deal with Valentines Day for Anne immediately I thought, as the weekend was going to be out of my control.
I never give her cheesy store bought cards for special days like Valentines Day. Sometimes I will write a personalized note on a blank photo card, photograph or I will write a note on a piece of artwork. I have written letters and I have written and illustrated original graphic - narratives. With a houseful of people on the way I knew that my valentines note best be done now. I knew a paragraph would take me at least 30 minutes to write, if it was going to be meaningful. This one had to be meaningful because it was our 40th valentines day with each other, this called for a heartfelt letter.
So before I ate anything or did anything I sat down to write a love letter to her. I learned something last Thursday as I wrote that note. I learned that the act of thinking about composing a Valentines love letter to someone I care about passionately after 5 days with no sex, would likely yield a respectable erection. Indeed it did. Also learned was the fact that a love letter written with an erection and a subsequent desire for lusty immersion of my cock in her vagina would probably yield writing that will run pretty close to being pornography. Indeed it did.
The letter acknowledged the magic of our connection, it acknowledged the depth of my commitment to her and it described the impact that she had on my life ….then it rapidly descended into eloquently articulated descriptions of sensual manipulation of her nipples, anus and vagina with loving hands. It detailed passionate kisses on her oral lips which would transition to passionate kisses on her nether lips. It described the feeling of my heated penis pumping a stream of hot man chowder into her hungry pussy. The letter finished with a promise of a Valentines Day gift of passionate clitoral suckling and g spot massage. It described an orgasm that would cause her vagina to contract in an ecstatic spasm forcing it to relinquish her own cum and my own injected male cum from her hot depths. The closing line of the letter was that it was redeemable for the gift of that orgasm any time prior to Sunday.
By the time I finished the letter, my cock was panting and drooling like an old coon hound after a days hunt in the field. Passion in me does not dissipate; I am like a watertight bucket. It drips into me and collects all day long from visual stimuli and from sexy and not so sexy interactions with women. Passion collects all day in me small and large amounts but it does not leak out or dissipate; it relentlessly collects and fills my bucket until I am insanely horny. When my bucket of passion is filled to the brim it has to be emptied; ideally emptied with the help of her hands, mouth or vagina.
I finished the letter at 6:45AM.
She got up at 7 AM and hustled around the house to get out at 8 so she could get to campus to get ready for her lecture at 8:30AM. Maybe it was my mood from the letter I had just written, or maybe it was her, but she looked particularly alluring running around that morning. She is very voluptuous. She has a really nice ass that a new pair of expensive slacks tastefully showed off; her sweater was not tight but it (and her bra) accentuated her 34 C breasts in a very sensuous but tasteful way. I wondered if her male students would notice as well. She is tall and lithe and has a very nice shape. I could see her being erotically inspiring to a horny young male college student that had an affinity for sexy older women, causing him to retreat into the bathroom to dissipate his lust mid lecture. Thursday is a day that she teaches, so I was home alone. Also on my mind that morning was my intent to do some new pics for the site.
So at 9:30AM I stripped down and got set up for the pics. It is always a rush to take naked photos for posting. This time the rush was particularly intense because I was feeling so sexual from the letter written 2 hours earlier. I got really turned on displaying my cock for the camera and standing totally exposed. I discovered with the first set I did that posing nude is a huge turn on. I decided to include a pre cum image to cap the set. The last several years of MMO’s and Kundalini has imparted on me the blessing and the curse of producing a prodigious volume of pre cum. For me to produce a handful of pre cum I need to get really aroused. So after the majority of the posing was done I sat down and watched a favorite DVD of mine. After 60 minutes of watching women inducing intense orgasms on a Sybian, I was sufficiently aroused.
I got erect after a few minutes of watching the DVD. I then lay on my stomach on the bed and pressed the underside of my cockhead onto the mattress. I did my deep breathing and concentrated on the feelings in my penis. I could feel my prostate swelling and begin to throb in time to my breathing. Soon my cock began to tingle and I could feel the familiar welling up deep inside me. In a matter of minutes I was breathing heavily and I could feel the pressure building. I rolled over on my back and continued to concentrate on the sensation deep inside me. The throbbing began to speed up and it turned into regular pulsing. I then did some kegels squeezing my swollen prostate. In a few minutes the pre cum was bubbling out of me in a stream. The pics in my thread #3 show that precum exactly as it flowed out of me. It was now 11AM.
After the images were processed I cleared my brain of eroticism (not easy) and committed to getting some work done. I worked straight through until 6:30 PM when she got home. It turned out to be a very productive work and erotic day for me. I made dinner and we passed a very quiet and pleasant evening. With company on the way I knew that she was too distracted for sex tonight or at least the kind of sex that I wanted us to have, so I reconciled myself to a sex free night. Indeed when I did come upstairs she was already in bed and sound asleep, exhausted from being on her feet and lecturing all day and doing last minute housework the day before to get ready for the company.
I turned off the light and went back downstairs for a few minutes to check in on SF to see what was up. That few minutes turned into almost an hour. I found Meli in her chat room. She kept 5 guys at bay in chat while we had a very thoughtful pm with me on relationships, love, and the intimacy of caring for some one and being cared for. It got me to thinking about the erotic intimacy and love that expresses itself as caring for someone. It mellowed me out. I ventured out into the threads to find that Strip Teaser and Duchess had put up new images in their threads. I say images as opposed to pics because these were more than pics they were very expressive.
I looked at these visual expressions of femininity. I was turned on by them, but not in a lustful way. I was turned on in a very warm and erotic way. I felt very personally affected by them and I wondered why. What was it about these particular pictures that caused them to have this sensitively erotic impact on me? I added my comments to the long chain of messages pledging themselves to these serene and tender ladies. I thought hard about the character and qualities that the pictures communicated.
After a few minutes of quiet consideration in my comfortable overstuffed chair, I finally understood. These particular images seemed to be intimate and personal. They were not raw and gynecological (although there is nothing wrong with extreme pink close ups). These images of both Duchesses and Strip Teaser were matter of fact, tender and sensual and not particularly revealing. There was a luxuriously feminine boudoir sexuality to them.
My thoughts cast me into a fantasy of walking down a long dark hallway. At the end of the hallway was a partially open door. The door allowed a stream of light to escape, piercing the blackness of my path and attracting me to it. I carefully and quietly inched down the hallway towards the door with my heart racing; I wondered what was inside. I stopped at the door, which was only open a few inches. I peered inside the softly illuminated room. As I looked furtively in the partly open door, my heart skipped a beat and my cock twitched to life. The glowing light revealed the sensuous naked female forms of ST and Duchess, as I saw them in the pictures. I was stealing a glimpse of unbridled eroticism. I was being given the privilege of seeing a very personal and private moment in their lives; a moment was not meant for my eyes to see. It was a glowing image of femininity; a languidly erotic vision of modesty and sensuality. That is the imprint that was projected in my mind. I had witnessed a moment of stolen eroticism.
The visual sense that was communicated in those threads was of eroticism and intimacy. They evoked a sense of femininity uncovered and of modesty betrayed, triggering a feeling of closeness and sensual warmth deep inside my male brain. My heart raced as I looked at these images causing my penis to stiffen in testimony to the soft and very real sensuous curves these two lovely ladies offered to my eyes in a very personal way.
I got into bed almost an hour later, with my hardened cock waving like a lusty flag pole before me as I walked. I slept soundly; awakening Friday morning spooned against my wife with my cock nestled between her cheeks. When I am this horny my cock drools constantly, so as I would have predicted, I left a large pre cum wet spot on her butt. She woke up suddenly aware of her wetted posterior, groaned and affectionately chided me for sliming her. After telling me I was a horny – leaky pain in the neck she rolled over in the bed and asked me if I could make through the day with that thing (looking at my craning penis) or should she look for me at lunch time … and she smirked. I moaned and left for the bathroom.
After getting dressed, I left my Valentines letter on her dresser with instructions written on the envelope to read it before Valentines Day, privately. The envelope had large capital letters on it which read: “not appropriate for sharing”.
Knowing that my leaking cock would present problems soaking through my pants at work I took one of my extra light lambskin condoms from my drawer, tore the package open and rolled the condom onto my penis. I put a second one in my pocket for the second half of the day if I needed it. My cock was intermittently erect and flaccid all that morning leaking almost constantly. I wound up removing the condom at 12 noon, it had about 3 teaspoons of my stuff in it. I decided to try and make it through the rest of the day bareback.
It was an uneventful working day; I wound up with a modest sized wet spot in my shorts, but I did not soak through thankfully. I got home early to greet my brother in law and sister in law who had driven from New England. They arrived at 3PM. This is my wife’s older sister, the one that she is closest to. Her husband is very different than me (he is a software engineer) but we get along really well,. The next day her younger sister and family would arrive, so tonight was a time for the two older sisters to talk . . . before the “pain in the neck” (as she was know in her youth) arrived tomorrow with her family.
After dinner the four of us ensconced ourselves in our living room with a liter of wine and an evening to get caught up. We had a rollicking good time laughing and talking about everyone who wasn’t there and stupid things we had done together over the last 35 years. The three of them did a number on the bottle’s contents and were pretty loopy by the time midnight rolled around.
My sister and brother in-law were exhausted from having driven all day and my wife was just loopy from the wine. So just after midnight we all went upstairs for the night. Anne took a shower and semi sobered up going downstairs to dry her hair. I took my shower right afterwards and came out of the bathroom just in time to come into the bedroom with her as she returned from he downstairs bathroom.
My cock was erect and aching at this point. My passion had been suppressed for days. She noticed my predicament immediately and laughed, commenting on the clear wet drop that was hanging off the end of my cock. She took my hand the led me to the bed, and urged me backwards to lie down on my side of the bed. Once I was on my back she layed on top of me, covering my long body with hers, kissing me passionately. She held my face in her hands, and lost herself in the heady eroticism of the kiss. My mind was hazing over from the intensity of her lips on mine. My pulse was roaring in my ears, it was like thunder. My heart was racing and I felt light headed. The heat of her body on mine told me that she was just as turned on as I was.
Before I could collect my wits, she began to make a kissing path from my lips down to my chin, down my neck to my chest. She then began to run her fingers thru my chest hair stroking my chest as she ran my hair through her fingers. Eventually her index fingers found my nipples. She began to trace circles around them occasionally making the circles small enough so that she was making tickling circles directly on my nipples. It felt exquisite. My breathing became very erratic as she teased, tweaked and pinched my nipples. My penis jumped every time she tweaked or pinched them. I gasped, my whole body jumping from her gentle fingers on my sensitive hardened nubs. I was now sucking in air in gasping gulps.
Then all of a sudden she pinched one nipple hard with two fingers and lowered her lips to the other one. She rolled her hot tongue around it and sucked hard pressing her tongue underneath it. I was luxuriating in the intensely erotic tension that she was inducing in my body. I was desperately turned on and franticly sensing what she was doing but I was also immobilized by the exquisite feelings. Then suddenly she firmly closed her teeth on my nipple and pulled gently. I gasped and inhaled sharply. It was if someone had put an electrode on my nipple and a second one on my penis. My entire body seized up in a contraction and chills covered me from head to toe.
She released it from her teeth and began to suck on it again hard drawing it into her mouth hard. The initial jolt across my body subsided and the sensation zeroed in on my penis. It turned into a throbbing pulsing deep in my asshole which was following a vibrating path inside me to the tip of my penis. The sensations washing over my body were so intense and pleasurable I thought I was going to go crazy. My toes were curling and splaying and I held her head to my nipple with both hands. I didn’t want her to stop and I wanted her to stop at the same time. My cock was throbbing.
She pulled her face out of my hands and away from my nipple and went down to my penis. She grabbed it firmly with one hand and squeezed it hard, causing a thick stream of pre cum to erupt from the tip. Just as it did she covered the head of my cock with her tongue and lapped up all the pre cum; it was just like it was an ice cream cone melting in the summer heat and she was catching the melting ice cream as it dribbled down the sides. When there was no more she returned to my nipple and suckled and bit it hard again until my prostate began to quiver and pulse again sending a slug of juice up the shaft. She then returned to my cock and squeezed it again forcing a thick coating of my clear passion to cover my pink cock head. Again she grasped my shaft firmly leaving the slime covered head exposed and lapped the thick coating from my penis as if it was ice cream, not losing a drop.
She kept this milking process up until my balls, perineum and cock were inflamed with sensations that clouded my ability to think rationally. All I could focus on was the sensation that was radiating from my cock out across my body. My thoughts, my breathing and my every part of me were irrelevant, all that mattered was my cock. My skin was tingling and the inside of my cock was sparkling and popping with pent up desire.
I was lying on the bed with my head 24 inches or so from the head board. She crept up towards my face and lifted her leg over my chest. She then inched forward and brought her knees over my shoulders, resting her vagina to a few inches above my chin. My shoulders were pinned behind her knees and her beautiful pussy was 12 inches from my nose and mouth. The tuft of hair that framed it was parted highlighting the tender pink fullness of her vulva and outer lips. The dark curly hair framed the silky soft - wet folds of her femininity; her inner lips curled around the mouth of her vagina in a musky colored ruffle. The pink turned to a darker hue as it folded inwards and formed the darkened mouth of her canal.
There was a trickle of her lust drooling from her dusky pink vagina, it pooled where her outer lips met at the bottom of her vulva. Her inner lips were swollen with lust and her vaginal canal was dilated and coated with dew. The mouth of her canal was glistening; it was weeping passion from deep inside her. Her lust for me was expressing the desperate joy that was smoldering deep inside her and inflaming her interior to radiate the steamy sexual heat that I felt on my face as I lay there trapped before her yawning pussy.
Her pussy seemed to be suspended over my face for an eternity. I wanted to kiss it lick it and savor it bury my face in it and be absorbed by it, but the position I was in kept it out of my reach. She seemed to be teasing both me and herself by holding it over me to look at and long to touch with my lips. Then as I lay there waiting to take her in my mouth her hand came between my face and her pussy; she extended her middle finger and dipped it into her canal coating it with her thick - lusty secretion; then she inserted her coated finger into my mouth feeding me the warm wet consequence of her arousal. She did this repeatedly as I sucked the liquid passion off her fingers like a calf at its mothers udder. It was tangy and sweet and salty and intoxicating.
She stopped after my chin and mouth were glistening with her secretion and placed her index finger on her erected clit and began to draw her finger back and forth over it lazily, stopping every so often to run her finger in a circle all around it. I watched her do this for several minutes. This each teasing movement of her finger over the sensitive nub seemed to taunt it to peek it further and further out from under its hood seeking more of the delightful stimulation it was receiving. As her clit stretched itself out like an awakening cat, her vagina opened wide in an erotic yawn, expressing to me that it was awake and ready to be filled and fed by my penis. It needed to suck my own hot liquid from me to sate the profound thirst that her passion stirred deep inside her. I could see the desperate need in the quivering yawning void of her vaginal opening, but I was pinned unable to quench its thirst and satisfy it. As I looked deep into the darkened tunnel to her passionate core, her finger continued to coax her clit to higher levels of excitement.
I could hear her breathing getting ragged and I could see her vagina quivering and opening and closing erratically as her finger pushed on her clitoris coaxing her feminine organ to the brink of orgasm. She continued to flick and tease her clit until her thick honey began to ooze from her; it was as if her vagina held a treasure throve of pearl like nectar deep inside her that was being warmed to ooze out by the afternoon sun.
It was thick and hot. It drooled out of her and pooled on my chest . . . its heat inflamed me as it ran onto my chest.
Then just as orgasm was imminent she thrust her clit into my mouth and proceeded to finish bringing herself to orgasm by holding my head against her inflamed organ. I latched onto her clit and suckled it drawing it into my mouth. She groaned and mumbled to herself as she claimed her orgasm; she grabbed it with her pussy as it exploded inside her. The waves of desperate pleasure reverberated back and forth through her obliterating all sensation but the blazing inferno of bliss that was raging inside of her. She relished the sweet tingle of orgasm that sparkled in her pussy. Her swollen lips and clit were enveloped by the tingling joy that was radiating from deep inside her aroused hole.
Her vagina clamped shut trying to hold in the ecstasy that was boiling inside it, but the intensity of the explosion inside her was not to be contained; her vagina contracted violently as the orgasm ripped through it and took from it what it needed, then it slowly began to dissipate. It had squeezed from her pussy all the sensations that it could. As her vagina succumbed to the afterglow of the orgasm her inner lips quivered as her cum bubbled from deep inside her. I lapped it as it oozed from her shuddering sex.
She rolled off of me onto the bed, facing the footboard and lying on her stomach. She was spent but I was not. Her vagina was a quivering and wet. I was the desperate one now.
We hardly ever do doggie style but this was the opportunity. Her beautiful heart shaped ass screamed Happy Valentines Day to me, so I decided to play Cupid and pierce her with my man arrow. I grasped her hips and lifted her to her knees. I then parted her lips and edged my rock hard penis to her opening.
She spread her knees apart to steady herself as I leaned forward and slid into her very very wet and open pussy. As I slid into her she groaned and pushed back against me. I suspected that she feeling of being filled might stimulate her to another orgasm. Indeed as I began to swing back and forth into her she began to moan and push back against me.
I held her hips and took my time drawing in and out of her. It was as if I was playing a slow waltz on a cello. The music that resulted however it was not of a stringed instrument, it was of my wife vocalizing her arousal as she was being coaxed to a blissful crescendo. She was so stimulated that it didn’t take long for her to surrender to the second passionate explosion. I watched her anus flex open and closed rhythmically as the orgasm drilled into her with a vengeance. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed hard on my penis which was being held tightly in the loving embrace of her aroused pussy.
My desperation and the intense pleasure that her contractions were reeking on my penis caused me to lose all control. I grasped her hips and held her ass firmly against my abdomen as I felt the passion boiling over deep inside of me. Then with a desperate pressure to release that had pent up inside of me for 4 days I released my torrent into her. The force of my orgasm scared me, it has so forceful it almost hurt. I felt it pump out of me in thick ropes that threatened to split me open. In several powerful spurts I emptied myself into her post orgasmic quivering pussy. I withdrew from her leaving her vagina leaking a cocktail of our combined ejaculations. We collapsed onto the bed, with me spooned behind her.
Neither one of us knew what happened. but the next thing we knew it was 3 AM and we were woken by the sensation of lying in a cold wet puddle. We got up and were forced to change both our sheets and the mattress cover.
Without a doubt this Valentines gift beat the stuffed Snoopy Dog that I gave her on our 1st Valentines Day 40 years ago. But now that I think about it … maybe not; that was the one that got me her in the first place. That night a few days ago could not have happened without Snoopy. You’re a good man Charlie Brown.
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