Posted by tonyp , Sun Jun 05, 2011 04:02 PM
As I have written in a number of these entries MMO’s or what I now refer to them as … SDO’s are a solitary experience for me. It had been really hard for me to do them with J participating as they require a lot of concentration, having her there is a huge distraction as I tend to focus more on her when we are messing around as opposed to focusing on what I am feeling. Beyond the concentration required to make them happen there is a lot of muscular control required to differentiate sensations and shutdown the ejaculation equipment and just focus on the orgasm part. She is such an incredible turn on for me it becomes very hard to keep from going over the top and cumming.
In the last three years that I have become particularly accomplished at inducing SDO’s by thought and contraction, with no inserting of anything in my anus and no physical intervention of any sort. I have only had them with J as a partner twice. On one occasion she was nothing more than a passive participant, the other she was involved with an occasional pat and comment. Her witnessing my intense sustained orgasm was sufficient fuel for my exhibitionist tendencies; having her watch me provided the motivation for two nice sessions, but they were not as hard and deep as some I have had. But this last Friday night was different.
D was at his sisters for the night so we had the house to ourselves. Our slingshot son has been a bit of a damper on our privacy. It is nice when he is gone for a few days. After a few glasses of wine that got J really relaxed we wound up upstairs in our room after dinner was done and everything was cleaned up. We wound up spending a wonderful hour and half or so of foreplay that included many of her favorite things. She was so relaxed and turned on that she let down her guard and submitted herself to me to stimulate her. I got her into the large recliner in the corner of our room and semi reclined her without the foot rest up. Parting her legs I went down on her with painstaking patience, bordering on teasing. After an extending amount of mouth work on her pussy she was literally dripping.
When I did finish her she was so comfortable and aroused that she had three successive orgasms in 20 minutes. Each successive orgasm was harder than the previous one; by the time she went over the edge on the third one she wound up stuffing a towel that was next to the chair in her mouth to stifle the shriek that accompanied it. Needless to say she was a dishrag when all was done.
Ordinarily she would dutifully jump up and offer to do oral on me or climb into bed and open her legs to accept me. But this time I seized the moment and began to massage her feet to keep her relaxed and in place. It worked …she was so hazy and warm from the orgasms that she relinquished her guilt and just laid there and drifted in and out of the haze as I massaged her soles and ankles.
After a while she was semi asleep in the recliner. I left her to go wash up. As is always the case when I do oral on her I had a raging erection that was dripping a stream of precum. When I came back to the bedroom she had transitioned to the bed and was waiting for me.
Climbing into bed with her brought one of those moments of closeness and devotion that felt so warm and blissful that we came together in a kiss that took my breath away and made my heart race. The intimacy and emotion in that kiss was amazing. We kiss a lot. Some kisses are perfunctory and some are so deep and sensual that they are like white heat, searing my consciousness and making me sweat with desire … this was one of those.
That kiss ignited a passion for her in me that literally consumed me. While the erotic part of me wanted to fuck her hard and fast, the sensual part of me wanted this moment to last forever. Unspoken I decided that this might be the time to see if I could make an SDO work with her participation.
So wordlessly I slid between her thighs as she lay on her side facing me and settled my cock between her thighs. Then to her surprise I nested the underside of my cock in the crease between her pussy lips. The wetness and heat of her pussy mouth was palpable from the hard orgasms she had just had. Instantly the warm wet heat of her sodden pussy caressing my hard cock sent a jolt right up my cock and made my anus flutter.
I could feel my prostate hardening and tingling as the sensation of her feminine pussy mouth embraced me just as her legs were. I kissed her one more time as if saying goodbye and nestled my face in the crook of her neck and began kissing the soft skin on her neck, while I hid my eyes under her hair.
Despite her arduous effort in the recliner she still smelled sweet and sexy, maybe more so as a result of the hard orgasms she had. She was so sensual and soft. Although neither of us said anything she knew what I was thinking. She put one hand around my back and embraced me while she put the other hand behind my head and stroked the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair.
Soon I found myself lost in the thick warmth of her femininity. My mind was buzzing and my prostate was swelled to the point that the familiar whisper of pending pleasure was ever so subtly flicking my penis and teasing the hardened gland deep inside of me making it tingle and feel really really good.
As I laid there I embraced her as she held me. I felt warm, loved and most of all I felt that I belonged to her. As she stroked the back of my head I lay still in her arms and focused on her sensual erotic heat, I was drawing it from her, my prostate was absorbing it like a dry sponge absorbs water. In a matter of moments my cock went familiarly numb and I was shocked to rational thought for a moment. I thought to myself that I was on the path to launching an SDO in her arms, it was actually happening, I couldn’t believe it! I struggled to not get distracted, maintain a relaxed state and surrender to the pleasure wave that I knew would soon build.
I savored the soft sweetness of her neck with tiny kisses as I held her back tightly. The tenderness of her caress and the loving embrace she held me with, fueled my adoration. The heat of her sexuality was flickering and teasing my prostate , heating it to cherry red and making the most erotic sensations radiate from it.
Then ever so subtly I felt a very very mild flicker of the beginning of a pleasure wave heating up my prostate. It was alike a flame licking and teasing a marshmallow over a campfire. As the heat of her sensual flame danced over the pink softness of my quivering gland, it hardened and contracted and became thick with sweet froth, just as a marshmallow over a fire does.
I struggled to maintain control and focus on what I was feeling. I stopped my kisses to breathe deeply, panting and gasping in the effort. My mind bounced back and forth between the enraptured sensation of her love surrounding me and the glowing cinder of pending orgasm that was burning deep in my anus.
I focused on relaxing and letting the pleasure wave build at its own pace, not wanting to force it. So I lay in her arms as she held me to her and I moaned quietly as the glowing pleasure got hotter and hotter. The delightful anguish of orgasmic tension was filling my anus and rectum. As the heat grew, the divine pressure of the wave behind it was making itself known. I breathed and shuddered as I tried desperately to relax and give my body the freedom to do what it could do. I struggled to keep from clenching my buttocks. I knew that the pleasure would be deeper and most intense if I relaxed and gave the voluntary contraction that would come the room to express itself So in my mind I focused on the desperately sweet sensation that seemed to be flicking at my prostate; it was building inside of me at a faster and faster pace.
It was becoming hard to stay still. I gasped and stiffened and embraced J hard as the pleasure wave reached such intensity that I thought I might lose control and cum. I focused my energy on my prostate and stopped kissing her neck. Then my rectum began to flutter and spasm and my prostate began to rhythmically pump in a slow and regular pattern.
I focused on the deliriously sweet sensation of the pumping. In my mind I embraced it and coaxed it. I gave myself over to it and extracted every bit of pleasure from each pumping spasm as it squeezed me. Still struggling to relax and let the contractions have their way with me, I felt the pumping speed up and the exquisite sensation of pleasure continue to build with each pumping spasm. The spasms just kept coming and coming, they grew in intensity with each one as I stiffened in her arms. She stroked my head as if she could soothe the anguish that filled me. Instead her ministration added to the intensity of the pleasure that was agonizing me.
The spasms were now coming rapid fire and the glowing pleasure that was wrapped around my prostate had turned it to a white hot coal that would not be controlled any more. After several back to back spasms jammed up against each other, the spasms suddenly released me and I felt myself go into that wonderfully desperate freefall that usually signals ejaculation. But as I was falling the sensation of exquisitely sweet and rapturous joy was blowing on me and ejaculation never came. Halfway down, instead of cumming I felt the spasms start again. Soon they were ramping me up to another climax.
Before the first pleasure wave crashed and waned I was climbing another one.
The second pleasure wave was more intense than the first. The speed of the spasms and their sweet anguish made me grasp onto J’s back like a drowning man fighting to keep from getting sucked into a whirlpool of sexual ecstasy. I held her tightly as the deep and hard freefall of the next cluster of orgasms tried to pull me from her. Then again instead of waning I was sucked into the next pleasure wave. The spasms pulled me to the top of that pleasure wave …then as the spasms jammed together in a flutter again like a cresting wave, I felt the sweet desperation of orgasmic freefall again.
I was losing all sense of time and place. It didn’t matter whether J was there or not, she was not a distraction. If anything she was just the opposite, the reassurance of her sensual soft body in my arms fanned the flames of my passion and the intense orgasms her passion inspired. I clung to her desperately to keep from drowning in the rapture that was washing over me. She held me tightly as the cycle repeated and repeated. I had hundreds of orgasms as my cock was flooding her pussy with precum. She kept whispering sexy comments into my ear as the creating pleasure tumbled me in her arms. Her erotic commentary was adding intensity to the delightful agony that was burning a path up my rectum and into my soul.
It was an hour and a half later, sweaty and exhausted I gave up and turned my mind away from the sensations that were crashing into me. My prostate was throbbing and my rectum was sore from contracting in sympathy with each orgasm. Even with my diverted attention the spasms continued to build, and ebb; they refused to let go of me. In surrender, I raised my head to her lips and kissed her. It was a silent acquiescence that I was done. I felt the spasms reluctantly recede like the tide. Her pussy was a slimy mess from my precum. We were both sweating and exhausted. My cock was still rock hard but it was aching in its need to be released from erection.
So as we lay there with no elegance or grace I grasped my cock and began to tug and squeeze. After four or five minutes of vigorous pulling and squeezing the rope of white hot cream spewed from me, splashing on my belly. It was masturbation of desperation and nothing else. There was no tenderness, no visions of sensuality, just the desperate need to empty my stressed gland and give it relief.
It was quite the night. We both took showers and came back to bed. As I drifted off to sleep I thought to myself that this was a first. The following morning her comment to me was: “wow, I think I finally appreciate what you have been describing to me”. And I did it without ever saying a word.
Posted by tonyp , Fri Jun 03, 2011 03:51 PM
J and I have been together for 40 years (we celebrated the 40th anniversary of our 1st date this last February) and we have been married for almost 38 years. We are as close as a couple can be, and always have been. Staying together was never a question, it was an expectation. We cared about each other and made a commitment to each other. I am convinced that marriage vows need to be revised to say “promise to deal with each others neuroses and overlook things said in emotional outbursts” as opposed to love honor and obey. We have had tough times, and we have had times when we disagreed vehemently. But we never said hurtful things to each other and we always made the conscious effort to overlook disagreement and find the good in each other during or after the disagreement. Sometimes it was hard but we always managed to do it.
Being in love isn’t always easy, and it certainly isn’t all hearts and flowers. For me, sometimes being in love means that I need to make a conscious effort to love her even when she is not feeling lovable. Sometimes it means foregoing my own pleasure in favor of helping her shed her anxieties and feel pure unadulterated passion and sensuality. What drives me to sacrifice is my intimate longing for her.
So intimate longing . . . what is it? It is a very deep and profound need to give her pleasure and to feel her pleasure vicariously. Imagine horny wrapped in emotional need and a thick layer of desire. Then imagine that package bound tightly with strings of deep intimacy and sharing. That is intimate longing for me.
In real terms what it means is that being apart from her stirs an emotional desire in me that both causes anguish but also arouses me. A thought of her fills me with an ache of sexual need that is offset by the need to give pleasure to her.
Sometimes that sexual need can involve sex culminating in the tangy sweet reward of orgasms in each other arms. There is nothing like warming the chill of longing that I feel for her body by bathing my penis in the warmth of her feminine canal while I am swooning in orgasm. That beguiling sweetness that is her seething femininity makes my cock convulse deep inside her pussy. It spews thick ropes of my own hot thick lust into her, coating the walls of her vagina with the consequence of my lust for her.
But there is something else much more profound that isn’t necessarily punctuated by the ecstatic anguish of my own orgasm. It is an attractive force that is switched on by impassioned touch and adoration for her. It makes me want to plant the gift of divine and blissful rapture deep in her pussy and witness it with my own clear mind.
Sometimes (not as often as I would like) I will resign myself to an evening of intimate love with her which will not necessarily culminate in sex, and not in an orgasm for me.
Skin to skin touch without an expectation of sex for me is an amazing thing. When I remove the rushed anticipation and anxiety of looking forward to orgasm from interaction between us, what is left is a profound longing for her that embraces my cock and makes it ache with bittersweet need but at the same time captures my thoughts and draws them to her. The blissful and sublime intimacy of touching her skin with my palms, lips, and tongue will make me swoon.
The tender and skillful touch of my hand on the woman I adore can induce a mental state in her that is hard for me to appreciate sometimes. As I knead her shoulders, her back, her scalp, and feet, I can connect her to me in an emotional bond that is hard as steel cable. It is evident in the lost confusion of her eyes, the hardening of her nipples and the blush on her cheeks as she lies listlessly in my arms.
The feelings of my large, warm strong hands kneading her inner thighs and breasts can induce relaxation and arousal in her that immobilizes her. Her vulnerability is cast aside as she opens her mind and her legs to me. The unfolding eroticism that is clouding her mind, filtering out all rational thought and forcing her vagina to open and bloom for her pleasure and my joyous witness makes my own heart race as I watch the miracle of her feminine sexual response.
Ultimately my warm lips on the weeping mouth of her vagina will draw the wet passion from deep inside her pussy. My kisses on the silken folds of her sex, inflames the depths of her femininity, kindling a desire in her that makes the honey of passion flow from her pink cleft like a rivulet in the warmth of the spring thaw. Her growing passion forces her to shed anxiety over her body’s appearance and imperfection, making her exhibit her most vulnerable place to me with wanton abandon. As her desire grows the scent of her aroused pussy fills the air between us but she doesn’t care. For me that scent is like tossing gasoline on the fire of my own longing for her. I revel in these moments.
When I remove the anticipation of orgasm from my mind and clear headedly focus on her arousal and desire, I can vicariously enjoy the sensuality of the feeling that is invading her pussy, igniting the sensual thoughts in her mind that will ultimately consume her body. I have the opportunity to participate in the experience of her arousal and enjoy the elevated sense of desire and connection that she feels for me.
The act of witnessing her sexuality revealing its power and need arouses me and makes the precum drool from the pink slit in my hard penis in a glistening clear warm string. But I am so into her skin, her vagina, her mind and sensations that are consuming her I don’t care about my own pleasure. I am consumed by hers.
When she is this relaxed and aroused, the distance between arousal and total surrender to extreme pleasure is infinitesimally small for her. The invasion of my finger past the milky white spittle of her pussy mouth, delving into her vagina will tease her g spot to harden and make her pussy convulse. Similarly my warm tongue and lips tugging on the rigid pearl of her desire, suckling it and pulling on it gently will send ripples of white hot ecstasy rushing into the depths of her pussy, like an erotic tsunami washing away the trivia of daily life.
My tenderly erotic ministration will send jolts of divine desire up her spine stiffening her body and making her shudder in rapture.
The connection I feel for her at these times is total. Her body feels like an extension of my own. As she sucks in her tummy and moans as orgasm fills her body my cock steels itself and twitches; it ‘s as if her orgasm is holding my cock in its hand as it is plucking the strings of her erotic song. As I caress her, the thunderous bolts of sheer ecstasy are crashing inside her. I feel blessed that I not only caused her to feel these sensations but that I can hold her, assure her of my love and kiss her as the reckless abandon of pleasure is crashing inside her.
This is what intimate longing is for me. It is the thought and the act of surrendering my own sexual needs to fully engage with her in the experience of her pleasure, her sexuality and her sexual response. It establishes a connection between us that is rooted of pure devotion and adoration. The thought of it makes me love her even more than I ever thought possible.
Posted by tonyp , Sat May 28, 2011 05:14 PM
As I said in the last post, as my arousal approaches peak, my cockhead swells and turns a dusky purple as it fills with blood. As it engorges it tends to lose sensitivity to touch and becomes very sensitive to heat.
When we are intent on having a deeply intimate Love Making session, one of the things that I (we) love to do is have me thrust and grind on her to get me as hard and long as I can get. Pelvic thrusting does something incredible for me. There is something about the “humping – thrusting” movement in my pelvis that really hits a switch in me and turns me on big time. So when I have been probing her and thrusting into her slowly and rhythmically for a while, I will get to full length and girth. As I said my cockhead swells and becomes really sensitive to heat when I am really aroused. Just before I get to the point of inevitability …I will stop before I “get on the escalator” that will make me cum. I hang back at that point and push deep into her so I can feel the back of her vagina grasping my cockhead.
This used to bother her before menopause, but post menopause … she loves it. She describes it as rubbing a sore muscle or massaging a tight calf. But it is deep inside her in an unreachable place. My rigid cock is the only thing that can reach it and she loves to have me deeply and gently pressing her there. I will ever so gently rock and push up into her …not really thrusting; it is more like applying intermittent pressure.
The longer I do it the wetter she gets and the hotter she gets. Her pussy will get so wet that it will exude her honey and coat my cock with it. I can last a long time doing this as there is minimal friction on my cockhead.
Usually when we are at this point I will narrate all kinds of filthy things. I will tell her about specific guys we know who are watching us; I will give her graphic descriptions of their cocks and give graphic descriptions of how turned on while they are watching us. I will build scenarios that we are at a sex club on a stage and the spotlight is on us and she can’t control herself as she does all sorts of nasty things for all these guys to see. There are a number of things that really turn her on when she is this aroused. Often she will respond with incredibly filthy comments, things that she would never say even when we are routinely fucking. I know that if she gets to the point of graphically outdoing my sex talk she is super turned on.
Many times I will pull my sodden cock out of her and go down on her to suck her glistening clit and lick her dripping hole. Many times I will finger her G spot if she will let me, but usually she wants the deeply satisfying sensation of me inside her. Like many women J gets very very deep satisfaction from holding my cock in her pussy. It is the gratifying pleasure of sucking on something sweet and satisfying that slakes a deep thirst in her pussy. It calms her and excites her at the same time.
The sensation of re entering her really - really slowly, sinking in deeper and deeper usually drives her to thrust up against me. If I am standing between her legs I can use the flat of my thumb to massage under the glans of her clit and press the underside of her clit with my well lubed thumb. That area under the glans of her clit where her curae split off of her glans and go to either side of her opening is the spot that is most sensitive on her. I will massage that and stay perfectly still as she presses her pussy mouth against me.
When she is at this point my narrative will sometimes shift to teasing. I will say things like: “ your pussy is aching to cum isn’t it”, or “I bet that your clit is just itching and tingling it wants to cum so bad”. Usually at this point she will only nod or groan or grunt an affirmation.
Sometimes at this point when we are both at the edge the abyss, I will stop everything, push hard against her, so the mouth of her pussy is forced against my pubic bone. It is an exquisite sensation of feeling her opening gripping the base of my cock while the sensitive and swollen head of my cock is being bathed in the wet heat of her. I have said many times that when we are at this point I feel that my cock has penetrated her so deeply it is being bathed in the pure white hot sensuality of her soul. I really envision that as I wallow in the pit of her sexuality.
There is a trust, and need that pushes her to invite me into her, to be inside her that is very moving to me. I have said it many times in this blog that we all tend to take fucking for granted. The act of a woman welcoming a loved man to enter her body and physically be contained by her is a deeply spiritual moment. It is a thing that I always try to be aware of when we fuck. It affects how I feel about her and how I perform for her.
When we are so totally into each other and the sexual heat inside her pussy is steaming and bubbling while she grips my steely cock, I will hold her face and tell her to open her eyes and look at me. The experience of looking deeply into each others eyes at this moment is almost indescribable.
The look on her face will be of confusion, anguish, questioning, vulnerability and desperation all at once. The longer I look into her beautiful eyes the more lost in them I become. As our mutual sexual tension reaches its zenith, I will often have an out of body type experience. It’s like my head is disconnected from my body. I am sure that it has to do with the flood of sex hormones my body is pumping into my bloodstream.
As orgasm is imminent …if we continue to gaze into each others eyes, the feelings of closeness are almost too much to bear. At times she will cry when we are at this thresh hold. For me everything at this point gets thick, and heavy. It is as if I am immersed in hot thick oil that slows me down and makes me weak and helpless. All I can do and all I want to do is push deeply into her pussy and cum hard.
Most of the time when we are at this elevated moment, she will cum first. I usually just need to grind my pubic bone on her clit to push her over the edge.
She describes her orgasm at these times as chilling; the blood rushes from her body to her abdomen and groin to feed the intense orgasmic spasms that are wringing her pussy and subsequently squeezing my cock inside her. These deep intensely emotional orgasms give her chills. Her ears will ring and she will shudder violently and stiffen.
Usually for me this is too much for me to resist. Nothing makes me cum harder or faster than witnessing an orgasm washing over her and jostling her like a stone on the beach as a wave crashes into it. If I have been standing between her legs I will usually lay on top of her and embrace her just as my orgasmic spasm is about to start. I know that I will cum hard at these times and it is difficult to stand.
Her embrace as I orgasm is an unbelievably bonding thing for me. It is commitment, it is a sensation of connection, it is an expression of closeness and it is a visceral stimulation that causes every gland in me to clench up and expel every ounce of my passion into her. It says to me that she wants what I have to give her, both deep in her pussy and overtly in our lives.
When I cum in these deeply intimate times I fill her with my essence both liquid and spiritual. I am spent and empty. She holds my cock and sucks my soul through my anguished penis as it helplessly pulses into her. We will kiss tenderly after I have emptied into her. I am drained of my passion, it has been sucked out of my cock by her greedy pussy; my cock softens and shrinks having delivered my desire to her in a warm thick stream that now sits in a pool deep indide her vagina. As my cock returns to its floppy passive state it goes from hardened instrument of desire to her little cute little adored toy. But the void that has been left by my exiting passion is filled by the love she gives me in her kiss. I relish post orgasmic kisses, I need them and I swim in their sweet warmth.
We will often drift to sleep after these deep sessions. They are mentally and physically exhausting.
There is something very mysterious and wonderful about mindfully fucking J and being deep inside her. Each time it is like a new experience. I find something sweet, sexy, sensual, intimate, endearing and erotic in the deepest most secret place she has. She welcomes me there to be as close to her heart as any man can be and I love being there with her.
It truly is heaven on earth.
Posted by tonyp , Wed May 25, 2011 09:46 PM
That above lecture can probably also be applied to a penis. Unfortunately or fortunately though, LOL your dad never sat down with you and gave you a lesson in driving Mr. Penis. Just as with many things in life when it came time to start one up, I suspect that most of you ladies kind of just got behind the wheel (so to speak), took it in hand or mouth, hit the ignition and stepped on the gas.
Well welcome to Uncle Tenyn’s Drivers Education!!! The good thing about this course is that there is no text book . . . just a site that we are all members of full of guys who are all too willing to show you what’s under their hoods. They will even rev them for you and burn up rubbers LOL. Sorry I couldn’t pass that one up.
I am going to offer you my own knowledge, gleaned from 50 years of driving my own rig. Truth is I didn’t get very good at it until my mid forties. Mother Nature gave me a Ferrari and I spent most of my life dubbing around in an empty parking lot with it. I learned how it handles in tight turns, I have learned to put the cruise control on and lean back and watch the scenery go by, I have learned to shut it off and coast down hills while sticking my head out the window to relish the wind in my face. Man I can do some amazing things with my rig now …. I would like to share some of what I know with you ladies so that you can wow your guy with your knowledge.
So as is the case with all drivers ed courses ….lets learn about the vehicle!!!!
Your floppy Ferrari is probably between 2 to 5 inches long flaccid. No matter, the equipment that rises to a prodigious 10 or 11 inches in raging erection can shrink. Your guys Cadillac De Ville will shrink to a Mini Cooper in a cold draft. Think of it as a floppy Christmas present, the packaging hides what it really is. Or you may want to think of it as a transformer …. If you know the right moves you can make it into some very different than what it appears to be.
So what are the first steps to transforming your Mini Cooper to a White Freightliner or a Peterbuilt? Ladies …it is Stimulation.
As you probably know stimulation starts before you put the key in the ignition. Although your Honda doesn’t rev and roar its engine when you wave a road map in its headlights, your guys junk will rev when you give his brain an inkling of what is just down the road ahead. No roadmaps here . . . a peek of nipple, cleavage, and sexy lingerie …each car is different. The fuel that gets a Cadillac humming is different than the fuel that will do fine in a dune buggy. Different tastes. Learn about your guys tastes before you get behind the wheel . . . make him want to give you the keys to his car!!!!
Ok getting behind the wheel….
The most important thing to start his engine is stimulating the right spots on his penis during foreplay. The most exquisite sensations he can feel are from his foreskin, his frenulum, the frenar band, and his glans. If your guy is a convertible, like me he lost the foreskin and he drives with the top down all the time. Same never mind …go for the frenum and glans. Each of these parts has their own feeling, and each contributes in its own way to a guys experience of arousal, sexual tension and orgasm.
It took me years to learn that emotional intimacy and tenderness on my J’s part leads to accelerating sexual tension on my part. There is a famous Architect named Mies Van Der Rohe. He coined the phrase less is more. That means that you don’t gun the engine and floor it, you start it carefully and slowly and enjoy the mellow sounds of it. Let the oil work its way up into all the moving parts until they are juicy and slick. The light touch, kisses on the penis head, massages around the base, pay attention to the mud flaps. Many guys like women to play with their mudflaps.
Although I am a convertible I have know about four door sedans even though I don’t have one. A foreskin has an inner and outer layer. The outer foreskin layer contains nerve endings which respond to gentle touching during the early stages of sexual arousal. This helps to trigger an erection or make his erection harder. The nerves of the inner and outer foreskin contribute to his arousal bbig time and turn his Mini Cooper into a Nascar. These great little switches are turned on by stretching, or when the foreskin rolls over the surface of the glans when you fuck or during masturbation.
This gliding process works amazingly for guys who are lucky enough top still have original equipment.
Using your pussy or in your hand slide the loose skin of his penis up and down the shaft, stimulating the glans and the sensitive erogenous receptors of the foreskin itself (truth is this works on us convertibles too . . our skin slides a little). On the outstroke the glans is partially or completely engulfed by the foreskin. This is known as the gliding mechanism.
The gliding mechanism is Nature's intended mechanism of fucking; it contributes greatly to sexual pleasure. Also, since more of the loose skin of the penis remains inside your pussy, your natural lubrication is not drawn out to evaporate, which makes sex easier without using artificial lubricants.
His soft top is a really sensitive piece of equipment. As I got to know more and more about the sportster between my thighs I came to rue the day I got rolled into the chop shop.
The foreskin is kind of a block heater though. It will get you started but it aint gonna get you all the way home. His primary triggers are found in the frenulum and ridged frenar band. Even us convertibles have these parts and vestiges of some of them. The frenulum is the cleft under his cockhead and the ridged band is a ring that encircles his penis just behind and underneath his corona. The Corona is his “mushroom” - helmet.
The amazing thing about a guys ridged band is that it doesn’t respond to friction, it responds to pressure. I use my ridged band to launch myself in SDO’s. It took me until I was almost 50 to learn to treat my frenulum, ridged bad and corona all differently.
I think that stimulation of my corona is most significant in the later stages of fucking, when I am penetrating J’s pussy as deeply as I can. Because of my length, my cock head bumps her cervix when I am deep. It is engulfed and caressed by the end of her vaginal canal, it feels wonderful and warm. It's like putting my foot into the end of a sock and having the sock squeeze my toes, and the corona is sensitive to squeezing. When I am deepest in her and my emotions are running at their highest, I get chills and an an almost out of body sensation of white hot pleasure. When I am cranked sensations from my glans contribute to both the intimacy and intensity of my sensual experience.
So the tansion is high and we are shifting into overdrive. I guess by this time the car analogy is no longer valid and an astronautical one is more suited. Mr Penis is no longer a Ferarri it is now a pink (or brown or yellow) missle. To start the count down to lift off there are a few other idiosyncrasies of the rocket you need to know about.
The Corona or cockhead is most erogenous part of the penis and is extremely rich in nerve endings; it senses heat more than other part of the spaceship. When my arousal is peaking my cockhead swells exponentially and its entire surface becomes more heat sensitive. When I am deep inside J and she is really aroused herself the inside of her pussy is an oven. I find that if I slow myself way down, don’t thrust and just lay still deep in her it is blissful. I reach deep into her with the full length of my cock; I can feel her heat. Because of my length I get my cockhead nestled in the back of her vagina. The effect is that her pussy engulfs my cockhead, caresses it and gives me the hottest wettest and most blissful sensations. It is like floating in a warm tropical lagoon. I can stay hard motionless, deep inside her kept afloat by continuous intimate tender kisses.
When I am deep inside her sensing her steamy heat and kissing her I routinely have out of body experiences. I feel like my head is separated from my body and everything is in thick, hot and heavy slow motion. The sensation from my penis is pure erotic heat that engulfs me. It is clearly my bloodstream being flooded by endorphins. This is one of the greatest gifts that the last several years have given me …I call it mindful fucking. Its allowing the complex piece of equipment I have between my legs to do its thing and grant me incredible peace and pleasure in the process.
My next goal is to get to the point that I can do SDOs while I am deep in J. The problem I have is that the combination of her sensuality and the intense pleasure from pressure on my ridged frenar band from her pussy walls would overpower the sensation in my prostate and my prostate orgasm would yield to my penis. It would be more than I could resist and I would shoot in her.
Ok so how do we ignite the afterburners so we can launch? It starts with the frenulum and it is accelerated by the rim of my corona. The frenulum, the cleft on the underside of my cockhead is where the pleasure receptors on my penis are at their most concentrated, making it the most sensitive. These parts are where friction with a lubed hand or inside my lady gets me to the edge.
With me after prolonged deep penetration and the dreamy – thick heavy arousal that it induces …… that is when the friction will do it.
As arousal builds the more sensitive parts become duller and the less sensitive parts become more engaged. For me the soft area on the underside of my penis gets really tuned up. It senses pressure; the firm grip of her pussy mouth on the underside of my shaft is really erotic. I will often slow down to visualize it in my minds eye or if I am standing between her legs I can watch my cock being swallowed by her gaping pussy mouth. Focusing on that pleasant grip around my shaft produces intense pleasure for me.
My cock head, frenulum and rim are all very sensitive to rapid stroking and friction as I have said. Ideally, this would be a pumping action in J’s wet vagina, not much pressure is required. I usually start from my still contemplative penetration, modulating speed, humping her slowly, speeding up and slowing down for maximum pleasure, grinding my pubic bone on her clit in the process.
Pressure is especially effective on the underside of my cock and just behind the ridge of my corona. If you want to really ramp him up, have him hold his cockhead just inside the mouth of your vagina so his ridge is just inside you and squeeze him with your pussy mouth, it will feel great on him and J tells me it really excites her as she can feel a lot from the legs of her clit around her opening.
How to improve his orgasm? Naturally having him jerk off or having you give him a hand job is a fast and easy way to cum, but the fast path to cumming may not be the most intensely pleasurable for him to experience and you for the excitement of watching him sink into an ecstatic abyss. The most pleasurable orgasms are synchronized between his brain and his cock and they are achieved by a slow build up, that you can orchestrate.
At this point I am going to loose the rocket ship metaphor and take on the image of an orchestra. And you ladies are the conductor. The goal here is to conduct the orchestra and follow the music to arrive at a crescendo that makes his orgasm vibrate the rafters inside you. To make that happen you need to know the instrument that you are working with and you need to know how to make the music around that instrument make it sound better. It is an art of teasing the instrument to give you what you want while you and the player are interacting and communicating. You need to look in each others eyes to see what notes are being played and see what he needs. His cock is not as important as his brain here. We have returned to where we started from. Only this time instead of teasing it is intense and erotic interaction. You are fucking him with your brain.
He will give you subtle and intense notes if you lead him, like a conductor without words. Touch, facial expressions, sounds, body movement and embrace are some of the signals that will make his trumpet sing.
When I get to this point my body is gone, and my brain will gradually melt away; all I am is cock. Hard, demanding cock. All of my cerebral thoughts and body awareness dissappears in the moments before my crescendo. My brain is in my cock and it is desperate to do what cocks were designed to do …stream hot cum into an eagerly waiting pussy.
When orgasm is imminent my entire cock becomes a unified sensory organ there is no subtlety. It wants hot wet friction, it wants to see her eyes rolling as she looses control, it wants to witness her body stiffening and shuddering as orgasm pounds relentless inside her pussy. The trumpet blows a shrill desperate note that signals the end and pure white – hot passion spills forth.
Then when the deed is done and my passion is in a pool inside her, my Mini Cooper pulls up next to me and I drive off.
The nice thing about my Mini Cooper is that it gets good gas mileage and it is cute. She loves cute things.
Posted by tonyp , Tue May 24, 2011 08:12 PM
I am a verbal exhibitionist. I get aroused by being vulnerable and exposing those intimacies that are supposed to be kept to myself. More so when a woman shares her intimacies with me, I feel vulnerable when some one is intimate with me, but there is a tangy sweetness to the edge that I feel. Secrets. Those things that nice people don’t think about or aren’t supposed to think about but we all do. I do. And they fire my arousal.
Longing . . . . for J when I haven’t seen her for a while or an afternoon. The sight of her lean form coming towards me when we meet for a rendezvous lunch. The feel of her in bed cuddling up to m, not for sex but just to be near me. The contact of her bare skin against my own, stirs me, races my heart and hardens me. That’s understandable. But what of the longing I feel when I see and appealing woman in the street? Someone I do not know. How do I explain the overwhelming feeling I have to embrace her and feel her in my arms, not to do anything weird or aggressive but just to hold her and inhale her sensuality. I do not know her, I would never do anything like that obviously. But the power of a woman’s femininity to inspire those emotions in me and stirs my erotic mind and makes me think of undoable things. It is so mysterious and scary, yet so wonderful. It makes life worth living. Femininity is a very intense attractive force, it so intense and invasive.
These are two powerful forces in my life. To a great extent they define my sexuality and who I am.
Posted by tonyp , Sat May 21, 2011 10:25 PM
This last week I was traveling mid week and had a chance to apply some lessons that I have learned recently. Although I have made the effort to set the stage for myself and arouse myself before a session, I have never gone over the top to prepare. The guidance I got from one of my guys last week had me try something that I never did before. First was elaborately setting the stage to create a mood and secondly applying some touch techniques that sent me thru the ceiling.
In the mood department it involved getting warmed up and getting totally relaxed in Jacuzzi in my hotel room then massaging my pelvic area (balls, base of penis and abdomen . . not penis) to engorge them with blood and warm my junk up without erecting my cock, although the thought of a session hardens me anyway. Next I turned off lights and lit a scented candle. Third I put on new age music on my computer, real ethereal stuff. Turning down the bed I laid face up and meditated deeply. I have been letting the meditation go recently, this was good to rededicate myself to it. The guy advising me on line on this is really into mediation. The exercise was one of activating and sensing parts of my body for 30 minutes and then doing very slight rectal contractions to gently squeeze my prostate until I could feel it swelling and erecting. Focusing on the pleasurable sensation of my prostate erecting I put two fingers underneath my cockhead, resting them on my frenulum, the cleft under my cock head. Then I took two fingers on my other hand and firmly but gently pinched my left nipple and held it.
His one peer on line is really into Chi; he explained it that I was creating a sensory pathway between two critical disconnected erotic hot spots …my penis and nipples. There is a longer much more complicated explanation for it but I won’t bore you. What followed was an amazing sensation. My prostate swelled exponentially as if it was being filled by a hose. The sensation was flooding into me so hard and fast I gasped audibly. The sweet, strong, piquante sensation of building orgasmic tension was almost overwhelming. I began to verbalize and vocalize immediately.
In seconds my prostate was pulsing and pumping pre cum and my anus was popping and flexing as my penile bulb was pulsing in syncopated rhythm to my prostate. The pleasure wave just kept building and building without twitches that lessen the build up. The wave was enormous and it was not cresting …it just kept building and building. I did forced breathing as the intensity of the pleasure was causing me to hold my breath. As I forced inhales and exhales the fire inside of me was burning hot. I could feel the crescendo approaching. Then it happened, the pleasure wave crested and I tumbled down in a series of anguished and blissful dry orgasmic spasms. There were dozens of them as I tumbled down.
When I reached the bottom I continued to hold my frenulum and pinch my nipple and in seconds, unbidden without thought or erotic imagery, the build up started again and reached the same height as the first one; then it crested and followed the same cascading ecstasy. This went on over and over again for at least 15 sets. They were hard and intense. I was spewing precum and as was the case in these new intense ones I had been having my penis went flaccid as the orgasms intensified. There was no respite between waves.
I opened my legs wide and desperately tried to relax as I know that relaxed sex organs gives them the ability to flex and contract fully. The deeper their contractions are the more pleasurable the sensations are. I spread my legs wide and gave myself over to the forces that were taking control of my body. This went on for almost two hours. The sweat was rolling off of me and my belly was totally slimy with my precum. My anus was exhausted and sore from repeated spasms and pulsing. I gave up and stopped. But small after flutters continued for at least ten minutes.
This was very unusual as I never do a session on my back. I usually need the pressure on my penis on the mattress to sustain the SDOs. The other thing is that this was the first time I involved my nipple entirely during a session.
It was another milestone. I have been reading more on Chi and manipulating it for orgasm. Yet another page has been turned … I am learning much in the process.
Posted by tonyp , Wed May 18, 2011 09:56 PM
I was on a return trip home from Philadelphia when I found myself driving north thru New Jersey, past the community where I lived until 1959. In a fit of nostalgia, I decided to stop at our old house to take a picture to show my kids. However I knew in my heart that the picture was really a ruse to get me to go see what I really wanted to find. It was a big old boulder that was a landmark in the neighborhood that I lived in until I was 8 years old. I made the detour. I had not been back to that place in almost 50 years. After a serious effort getting my bearings amidst the suburban development that had displaced pastures, dairy barns and woodlots, I found the street and ultimately, the house.
While I was truly moved standing there looking at our old house, I knew that what I really wanted too see wasn’t the house; I wanted to see the primary resident of the open public space just beyond our yard. It was the boulder that we used to call “THE ROCK”. Thinking back on it now, I realize now that that massive, solid boulder probably was only 4 feet wide and 5 feet tall. I was very little at the time when it was an integral part of my life. I had to work hard to climb up onto to it to sit down to gaze at the world below. I wondered if it would still look big to me now.
I took the picture of the house and thought about that structure and the changes in my life that happened there. Then I went out behind the house to look for my dependable – solid old stone friend. I walked past our yard to the public space and the boulder. With great anticipation I turned the corner looking for the tree that I remembered sheltered the boulder. I came upon the site and discovered that both the tree and the boulder were gone. My shock and disappointment was naive and embarrassingly significant. Boulders are supposed to be big, heavy and permanent, how could it be gone?
That boulder was not only a friend but it was a landmark in my 8 year-old universe. More significantly, it was solid, unmovable and it was dependably, always there for me. It was there when I needed a place to lick my wounds after my mother yelled at me for some dorky thing I had done, or more likely forgotten to do. It was there when my report card wasn’t so great and I was feeling bad about my prospects and myself for the future. It was the place that I went when I wasn’t picked to play in a game. Most noteworthy it was the place I retreated to when I was 8 and a half years old and I was trying to sort out one of the most isolating complexities of my life till then, the incomprehensible news of the death of my father. I sat on it that cold October afternoon while my world changed around me. It provided the stability and resolute assurance that I needed at that moment.
The dependability and permanence of that rock in an unpredictable world was important to an eight year old. Beyond me, that boulder was a nexus around which the busy life of all the kids in the neighborhood revolved. It marked a meeting spot for after dinner summertime hanging out. It was the meeting spot to meet for the walk to the first day of school when summer was over. It sat there waiting for us to come home from school each day so we could play around it until it got dark and we were called home to dinner. It was home base for hide and seek on Saturday afternoons. It was a wagon or a car to shoot our cap guns from behind when we were playing cowboys and Indians and cops and robbers. In essence, the rock was a place where we came together to grow up and collectively escape the world and privately sometimes to deal with the world.
Now, where my boulder once sat so resolutely, was an ignominious bench and some shrubs. As I stood there mourning the loss of my old granite companion, I wondered how many of my old playmates of 50 years ago thought about that rock. I wondered if anyone ever came back in search of it as I did . . . only to be disappointed, as I was. My boulder buddy was gone.
Dejected, I dropped glumly onto the impertinent bench that had the nerve to displace the proud ancient rock at the throne of the neighborhood. I thought about THE ROCK and those times gone by. I realized that at 58, here I was again sitting in this spot trying to sort out the complexities of the universe, but this time, I was really alone. Maybe in THE ROCK's absence, the act of me sitting on that bench became my own tribute to THE ROCK and the changeability of the seemingly unchangeable.
It was then that I realized that the only place that that big old rock really still remained was in my own memory and the memories of my playmates wherever they might be scattered across the globe. I wondered how many of them were still alive; if they were alive did they remember THE ROCK? I wondered if my sitting there could proxy for them in the act of remembering, because they no longer could be there.
As I sat there contemplating my missing dependable old boulder, I acknowledged what I already knew too well. I knew that places are in a constant state of change, but regardless of their physical state of change, places do remain intact and ever unchanged in one place . . . our memories.
It struck me as I sat there at this “bench memorial” to my old stone buddy, that the only way that we can really revisit places that were so important to us so long ago is through shared memories of those places with those people who were there with us. By reuniting to share memories I thought, we recreate the places and times of our past and savor the sweetness and the sadness that they hold for us.
Paul McCartney turned 70 this year. I guess it was inevitable that our rebellious rock idols of our teen years in the sixties would become the philosophers and sages in the new millennium when we are in our fifties. Paul wrote some lyrics a long time ago that we probably didn’t appreciate back then when we first heard them.
However they resonated with me at that moment, sitting there where my rock used to be. The two snippets of lyrical wisdom that we listened to forty years ago are: “My past is ever present” and “You are going to carry that load a long time.”
I take from Paul’s wisdom, that we are all in each other’s lives every day in our memories; furthermore that the joy and angst of those memories are carried with us for a long time.
I realized that day there on that bench that I would have never found the peace that I once found sitting on that rock even if it was there. After almost a lifetime, it could no longer be there for me. I had changed and my needs were more complex now. And that is OK, because what is important is that it was there when I needed it. However, the 8 year old in me still wonders where it is though.
Posted by tonyp , Mon May 16, 2011 04:04 PM
For anyone who has been reading my blog since last summer, you will have noted a couple of things that I wrote about in the last 20 or so entries. First there has been a noteworthy deepening in my sensual - erotic perspective on the world around me. I am acutely aware of it through my attraction to women and my observation of feminine charm. I have not felt like this since my teen years. I have been swooning at all things feminine and all the wonderful women and girls around me. The observation and appreciation of the sensuality of women even in mundane daily life has my mind wandering. With a few ladies in particular, the infatuation has extended into serious fantasies (borderline real thoughts) of infidelity; fortunately none of them have materialized and probably never will. My sexual antennae seem to be hyper extended though.
As an outgrowth of the above I find myself walking around with an anguished longing for J ... I have another blog entry started on the nature of longing; it is just about ready to go, so I won't go on here. All of these things are not a distraction though … they are fueling my writing and my orgasmic acuity.
The biggest distraction has been a recent corner that I have turned in the sexual realization journey in the last 16 years. Through my interest and success in multiple orgasms I have connected with a half dozen guys who are in the same camp that I am in in orgasmic practice. They are in the UK, Canada and the US. All are between 40 and 62. All are married. There is a certain sexual maturity that binds us all as well as a unique appreciation of the spirituality and mystery of female sensuality and sexual response. All of us have had roots in Zen and Kundalini Yoga. Admittedly I am a novice in the group; a few of them are into serious diets, daily meditation and intensive sexual practice. All are accomplished MMO practitioners.
We have formed a group on Yahoo and we are exchanging information daily on multiple orgasmic practice. Through our dialogues on line I have been growing exponentially in my orgasmic ability in the last 4 months, I feel like I am pursuing a graduate degree in advanced orgasm.
Since this began in February I have not used a prostate massager … all of my MMO’s have been self induced with no prostate contact. My skill at willing them to start has grown exponentially in the last two years; in particular the last 4 months have witnessed my skill increasing very significantly. I have learned to will them to happen without intense effort. They have been getting so incredibly intense it is hard to do them in bed with J at night. I shake and moan uncontrollably and sweat heavily while I have been having them.
The orgasms are slower to start but they now grow to such intensity that they go on for a minimum of two hours now. A few weeks ago I had a session in a hotel that went on for 3 and half hours. The significant change has been that they are so intense now that mid way through them my bloodstream is flowing with hormones that cause me to loose my erection. I am now having intense dry orgasms with a flaccid penis. My penis is responding as if I have ejaculated even though I have not and I go on to another hour or more of spasms.
Lastly but most significantly is the actual practice itself. I am no longer doing as strong visualization of erotic scenes. I have learned from my peers to focus more on sensations and my own anatomy to trigger and sustain the orgasms. From my group I have learned that I am not doing MMO’s, I am doing Sequenced Dry Orgasms (SDO’s). Instead of waves of spasms I now look at them as chains of connected pleasurable sensation. There is less down time between sets of spasms as I have learned to link the end of one set to the beginning of the next, causing the session to be a series of connected spasms, each set triggering the next set with minute or two respite and build up between them.
The spasms themselves have also changed. As I am loosing my erection mid way through them, I transition halfway through a session with the orgasms having nothing to do with my flaccid penis. As my penis softens the orgasm is dominated by the sensations in my other male sex organs, my anal canal and my nipples. The center of activity is a volley of pleasurable contractions between my prostate orgasming and my penile bulb orgasming. The spasming of these organs causes intense pleasure and copious precum to run. My anus and rectum are also flexing and popping sympathetically as the orgasms are happening.
The growth and depth of my experience is a result of my interaction with these guys on line is profound; I have gotten much more into my head. The intense sensual perspective I am experiencing is a direct result of these stronger orgasms. They are ten times more intense than orgasms I have from intercourse. I have learned a lot about my other sexual activity thru these orgasms though. I no longer have intercourse for the sensation of orgasm, I have it to be close to J. I have become a much more accommodating lover as a result. This has had a profound impact on J’s desire for sex and her attitude towards me.
The truth is I don’t really care if I cum when we fuck. My ejaculation matters only if I desire the very erotic idea of expressing myself into her. The orgasms that I have in her are not done for orgasmic sensation. They are done to be close to her and give her pleasure and to feel the wonders of skin to skin contact inside her … a very spiritual act in and of itself.
It has been a wonderful 4 months. I have grown a lot. It has drawn me away from here a little but I will be back in the groove soon. In the meanwhile I am maintaining my dialogue with my Sequenced Dry Orgasm Group on a daily basis. Each day I learn more.
Who would have thought at age 60 my appreciation of sex would be as profound as it is. Even more amazing is that it is continuing to grow each day still.
Posted by tonyp , Sat May 14, 2011 03:11 PM
I am a sensual man. I am acutely aware of the silky heat on my skin; it arouses me. As I do this most mundane and unsexy of tasks I feel incredibly sexual. I am sweating but I am not uncomfortable, my sweat makes me feel human and earthy and part of the unfolding mystery of renewed sensuality. It is the same sensual feeling that wraps around me when I am consumed in the ardor of making love to you. As I mow I think of the night before, the warmth of your femininity and its impact on me. When everything in the house was buttoned down and the lights shut out, I took my shower. When I came out of the shower and came to bed, you were already there. You lay in bed reading intently. I noticed that were lying on top of the covers, your winter night gown was gone, replaced by your summertime oversized tee shirt and no panties. The tuft of downy pubic hair that covered your peach was peeking out from under your tee shirt. You are so sexy in your summer sleeping tee shirts.
I raised your shirt to fully reveal your tummy and vulva, and lowered my head to your sexy mound. I tenderly kissed the sweet moist lips between your thighs, inhaling the musky scent of you. Your hand came to the side of my head. I was sure that you were going to push me away or slap me. Instead you stroked the hair at my temple lovingly. My kiss was intended only to be an affectionate expression before I got into the bed. But the tender stroking of my head and the warmth of your feminine sensuality began to heat and rise from your furrow. As you warmed, your loving thoughts brought the dewiness of your adoration with it, to the mouth of your pussy. As I gently kissed your lips the wetness of your desire and love expressed itself on my lips.
Languidly our lips were meshed in a mutual expression of our love, the lips of my mouth and the lips of your womanhood pressed against each other sucking bliss from the intimate contact. Between kisses my lips separated from yours pussy as I breathed in the air that sustains my life. The air I sucked in was tinged with the musky tang of your flowing desire. The testimony of your adoration was drooling from the lower crease of your furrow and damping the sheets beneath you like a rivulet from a spring rain.
Just as I separated from your lips to replenish myself, your feminine lips took respite in the momentary intermission. Freed from the adoration of my lips they opened to reveal the hot pink glistening canal that leads to you’re your most intimate secret place. As I gazed into the gateway of your sexuality, it yawned at me gasping. But your vagina was not gasping for air, it is gasping for sensual attention.
My warm breath falls on your pink furrow just as the rays of the sun fall on the blossoms of the earth. Like the flowers in the spring your pink blossom stretches as it reaches for the warmth of the sun and quakes like it was being stirred by the morning breeze.
Your book has been discarded …it is lying on your chest open and ignored. You are lost somewhere wandering in the sensations that are welling up from the depths of your cunt and whispering your need wordlessly from the sweet lips that open to my view. The silent words that your pussy is whispering are lost on the room but they are not lost on me. I hear them but not with my ears, I hear them with my soul. I lower my face to your pussy mouth; it is damp with lust and affection. I kiss your weeping crevice and whisper into it. I tell it wordlessly of my own desire and the stiffening root that is hardening between my legs. I whisper of the warm liquid seed that is welling deep inside of me in response to your whispered desire.
The warm expressions of my arousal and desire for you penetrate your sexy canal. As I make love to your pussy and testify my love for you to it, it is sweating in its own desire. The scent of your sexuality is inflaming me and making my fleshy root drool in anticipation.
You pull my head up away from the rich earth of your furrow. You are on fire; the heat of erotic need has filled you with a thirst. It is a thirst that will only be slaked by my thick manly cream. Your pussy waits desperately to suck the sweet relief from me until it is sated. It is impatient.
I sense your thirst, and I am humbled. I know that the desperation that is concentrated in your crotch, a desperation that makes your pussy scream with need. It is a desperation for me; a desperation for the familiar reassurance of my penis penetrating your cunt, granting you relief from the pervasive erotic itching that has gripped your pussy; a sweet irritation that is making you squirm. You squirm in anticipation of the agonizing bliss of my repeated probing of the sweet anguished flesh deep inside of you will culminate with the relief of your climax and the welcome spilling of my milky reward into your desperate pussy. You wait for that moment that you will be able to suck the warm liquid from my cock and savor it deep inside of your cunt as you lay in drunken sleepy satisfaction.
As I raise my body over the top of you my cock hangs down, weighted by the blood that has engorged it; it is sizzling hot.
Momentarily I ponder the miracle of sensual desperation that a man and a woman share at a moment like this. I know that you are desperate to feel me inside of you and equally desperate to feel the pulsing of my penis as your pussy grasps it, knowing that that pulsing is the filling you with my essence. Equally I feel the need to be caressed by you and fill you with the liquid expression of my passion. It is a ritual that is as old as springtime itself.
It is a mysterious force this need I feel to penetrate you. Just as the warm wet earth draws roots down into it with the promise of life sustaining water and nutrients, your weeping pussy draws me to you. I feel your feminine magnetism holding my cock and inexorably tugging me towards my vaginal destiny. I feel my aching penis, swollen with lust being pulled to your wet warm pit; I am lured by the promise of the succor of the loving caress of your cunt. Its warm embrace will draw the thickened hot seed from deep inside of me, forcing my penis to regurgitate it into your thirsty hole.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to embrace you and possess you, claiming you by implanting myself in you. I feel a need to be inside of you, it is overwhelming. There is no time for teasing and tantalizing. Lodging my purple shiny cockhead at the vestibule of your vagina your feminine force draws me into you. I penetrate the opening that moments earlier I was kissing tenderly. Now I feel no need for kissing, I feel the need to conduct an ancient ritual, a ritual that has bound men to women for thousands of years. A ritual that silently ties me to you, a ritual that is not sealed with words but is sealed with sensations that are so pleasurable they make me loose all sense of time and place.
I lean into your pushing my pelvis down onto you. My cock is the stiffened column that separates us. Soon the lust that we both feel forces that column to sink into you. With a pop it parts the mouth of your pussy and slides into the slippery canal eliciting a gasp of bliss from you. The gasp becomes a moan as you embrace me tightly. Your embrace tells me of the exquisite sensation that my invading cock is pushing into your cunt, raw hot animal lust inspired by the season and our biology. It is an unyielding force that demands that we fuck; it demands this erotic choreography that we both know. Yet there is something else in your desperate embrace. It is an expression of your love and need for me. I can sense that the pleasure you are feeling as I slowly drill into the soft core of your femininity; it is a caress that says you love me, and need to hold me and tell me of the depth of your feeling for me. Itr is an embrace that communicates the ultimate sensation of pleasure that consumes you as you are burning on a pyre of passionate ecstasy.
I sink my root into your wetted furrow. I am not seeking nutrients from you though, I am seeking your passion. As I sink deeper into you I feel that passion, it is palpable. I absorb your desire through my cock. I am saturated by the desire and need; it coats my cock. I feed off of the sexual energy inside your cunt, your engorged organ is a seething pit of erotic lust and I am sinking helplessly into it.
The desire I feel inside of you consumes me. Slowly I feel the erotic passion enveloping me, cutting me off from all sensation of the world around me. The daylight of awareness is slipping away from me as I penetrate you; it is like the setting of the spring sun. As the light disappears from my mind, all that is left if the reassuring warmth of you womanly furrow; you are my earth. I am loosing all sense of everything in my world except you and the divine sensation of your hot cunt grasping my penis.
You have consumed me. I am lost in you; I do not know anything but the reassuring heart thumping sensation of the inside of you. For a moment I lay there wallowing in the magical intoxicating spell that you have cast on me. But I do not lay there for long.
Gently you begin to squeeze my penis; the walls of your cunt are grasping it and tugging at it as you draw your pelvis down, pulling my cock with you. I am startled back to reality. Tentatively we begin to dance. The choreography it awkward at first until we fall into a rhythm; it doesn’t take long. As we embrace I kiss your neck and we sway and bend with each other grinding our pelvises together. The steps in the dance are simple, I bury my cock in the wet depths of your pussy and you press your clit against my pubic bone as we bend and moan together. We both hear the music but it is not audible music, it is sensate music. It has no notes, tempo or arpeggios. This music consists of waves of pleasure that rise and fall as we grind against each other.
As we dance in the bed in each others embrace, the friction of our passion is stirring our desire. As I draw my penis in and out of your anguished cunt, the friction is inciting such deep pleasure in you that you break your silence with mewing moans and sighs. Your hand is on the back of my head in a grasp that expresses the tenderness you feel for me and the passion that is filling you. My unrelenting cock is pushing your body to feel pleasure that only comes with this wonderful dance we are doing.
Soon you are filled with more pleasure than your body can hold. I can sense that you are at the brink. I slow my thrusting and shift my body upward so that the upper ridge of my penis is drawn across your clit. As I penetrate you it is like a violin bow across a string on an elegant curved and sensual instrument. The effect is the same. The vibration that results culminates in your crescendo.
You stiffen and vibrate, opening your mouth plaintively to sing your song of rapture, but nothing comes out. You grimace as the crescendo explodes inside your pussy and squeezes your soul. You struggle to inhale and give the pleasure the air it needs to express what you are feeling. Then it comes. It is a chilling hot shock of white hot pleasure that starts in the pit of your cunt and attaches itself to your spine. As it travels up your spine it crackles and sparks and spreads the warm agony to the rest of your body. When the sensation finally reaches your mouth, your entire body is aflame in the steamy hot grips of pure orgasmic pleasure. The crescendo inside you is overwhelming you, it will not be ignored. As I relentlessly drill into you, you sing a shrill song of the exquisite sensation that is now burning in the pit of your cunt. Your vaginal mouth is contracting rhythmically as the waves of pleasure rise and fall inside you; at the same time your anus spasms in sympathy with the divine agony that each wave brings as it crashes inside you.
Wave after waves of pleasure are crashing on the sandy beach of your soul, making you stiffen and shudder as each one crests and falls. I continue to hump you, entering and withdrawing from your quivering pussy like a fevered pile driver. The orgasm has filled your pussy with your pearlescent honey; it coats my cock and provides a slippery hot channel for my thrusts.
The heat of your cunt smoldering in its ecstasy; the sight of you twisting in sweet agony coupled with your tortured embrace overwhelms me. The sexual heat in your cunt ignites a fire in me. I can feel the fire building and expanding, turning into an inferno. The heat is so powerful, the cum in me begins to boil, seeking the relief of expulsion.
Pressing down into you I root myself in your earthy warmth as my body prepares to plant my seed deep in your furrow. Unlike a plant that sucks the richness of the earth into itself, I shudder and begin to pump the thick sweet richness of my cum into you so you can absorb my passion. As we embrace each other I hold my breath grunt and pulse thick hot ropes of cum into you. The relief and exhilaration of filling you with my cum as you are swimming in a sea of ecstasy and pure bliss is spiritual for me. I struggle against the pleasure that is consuming me to gain control of my thoughts and actions and kiss your sweet lips. The sensation of your lips against mine as I am exploding in your pussy ignites an orgasm in my brain that sweeps consciousness from me. I am somewhere in a haze, someplace where all I call feel or sense is your pervasive love.
I think that I am ready to die right here and now. Laying on top of you I collapse emotionally and physically on to you and into you, I am yours body and soul. Tears fill my eyes and peace fills my heart. As the after shocks of the orgasm wash from me my penis softens in your pussy.
Your cunt is a fleshy vessel that has been filled with our mutually expressed passion. I roll sideways, still inside you as we embrace in that unearthly moment that follows orgasm. It is a time that is defined by peace, adoration, commitment, and contentment.
Wiping the tears of joy from my eyes I lay quietly next to you basking in your radiant femininity. I feel the warmth of your body, I am reminded of the earth radiating warmth into the night air. And just as the warm earth feels soothing and relaxing when I walk barefoot on it, my bare skin against your sweet body feels equally soothing and relaxing.
So as I finish mowing the lawn, the suns warm rays on my back remind me of the heat of your sexuality of the night before. I am careful as I mow to avoid the stems and stalks of the plants at the fringe of our garden. As I maneuver around them I think of my own stalk and pleasurable time I had planting it in your garden last night.
I am yours heart and soul and the warmth of spring reminds me of that every moment of the day and night..
Posted by tonyp , Sat May 07, 2011 08:23 PM
The duality of J’s vagina. As I have been lying with my face between J’s thighs drinking the warm desire from her quivering lips this last few weeks, my writing has made me think of the miracle of her vagina. As I tease her glistening pink flesh with my tongue and kiss the silken lips that drape the mouth of her feminine flower, I tease her and keep her temporarily suspended in pre orgasmic anguished tension. She thrusts, quakes and stiffens in a futile effort to hasten her pussy to grant her the relief of climax, she chases it. I tease her keeping her on the brink of climax until her plaintive moans tell me the time is right. Slipping a finger into her slippery canal I massage the hot spot that will drive her to the edge and make love to her clit with my lips and tongue. The resulting sensation make her trill a song of ecstasy as eruptions of pleasure explode in her cunt and explode in colors of red, purple and orange.
I have observed J in orgasm, from what I have seen it must be like falling, a feeling of riding on a roller coaster all the way to the top and when she goes over the top, getting that intense feeling as she is dropping down into lightness and unknown excitement. The shuddering and trembling and shaking she does reminds me of a ride on a roller coaster. She has told me that the blood rushes in her ears and her ears ring when she is having a particularly intense orgasm.
She has described the sensation to me as starting in her vagina and boring into her and wrapping around her skin at the same time as "warm waves of pleasure". When she is totally gripped in this intense pleasure and her vagina is drooling the saliva of her passion, she will vocalize all sorts of filthy and affectionate things. She will curse at me, moan obscenities and express her agonizing ecstasy to god with all kinds of intermingled curses.
When I coax her to orgasm with my mouth I envision it as tickling her ever so gently with the tip of my tongue. Teasing the smooth silky skin in the vestibule of her vagina and stroking her inner lips and her vaginal opening ever so gently with the tip of my tongue. Softly and slowly massaging the smooth tender flesh at the mouth of her pussy until her hole is weeping its desire. Then reading her body language I respond when her rising pelvis tells me she is ready. When she signals her urgency and her need, I will go faster and faster...until she is right there. Ever so subtly her body will tell me she is ready to go over the edge. Then when it is just the right time I will wrap my lips around her hardened clit and suck it firmly into my mouth, holding it with my lips as my tongue encircles it, holding it gently. With her clit held tightly and wrapped in the secure warmth of my tongue, I firmly tug on it as my tongue massages the under side of its glans. I then slide my finger into her dripping sodden canal and massage her hot spot and all around the inside of her opening until she is squirming. When she is at the precipice of orgasm, the skin on her chest will flush, her nipples will harden to stone and she will shudder and tremble until something deep inside her pussy pops and releases the warm flood of orgasmic pleasure. The gush of sensation is accompanied by a seeping of her hot sticky passion honey. The pleasure reverberates in her pussy and spills out sending waves of anguished joy over her skin
It particularly drives her crazy if I grasp her hips and hold her pussy firmly to my mouth and work her as she thrusts her pelvis up and down in response to each wave of pleasure that washes thru her. I keep my mouth affixed to the seething pit of her ecstasy as I relentlessly tease her to stay suspended in the quaking bliss of climax. I can keep her twisting in divine agony for several minutes as the intense orgasms drill mercilessly into her soft pussy.
Her orgasm from cunnilingus is one of selfishness. Her sensation of the pleasure she experiences involves her and her alone; it ends at her skin. The focus of the experience is the seesawing grip of tension and relief that is tugging at her clit, between her legs, her inner thighs, her nipples, her neck and her bellybutton.
J’s cunnilingus driven orgasm is a hard, solitary and intensely pleasurable experience.
Then there is the orgasm from making love with me. On the contrary it is a truly spiritual. experience for her, and by association me as well. I am a mirror. When J cries I will tear up. When J has a gripping orgasm my penis turns to stone. When she is enraptured in the warm love of orgasm from penetration I am moved and taken with her. Although I certainly experience my own orgasm when we make love, I vicariously experience hers as well. It is very much a mutually enjoyed event.
The highest level of intimacy that J can have with me is accepting me to be inside her. It has always been that way. Entering her is a privilege that still moves me. The act of welcoming and desiring my penis to penetrate her body and having her accept my fluids, delivered in the throes of passion, deposited inside her speaks volumes of her trust, love and adoration, and desire for me. There is no other act in human interaction where a woman will accept bodily fluid from a man and actually relish it once it is in her.
The most intense spiritual state that a woman can achieve is most definitely during the act of making love to someone she cares deeply for. I describe it as the experience of perceiving and accepting that which is beyond herself as being a part of herself. The expression of making love dissolves the apparent boundaries between her and me.
When the connection of shared being is combined with physical sexual stimulation during our love making, the stimulation acts as an energy source which powers both of our emotions; these emotions include love, adoration, lust, bliss, joy, naughtiness, satisfaction, peace and other delightful sensations. The ultimate sexual/spiritual connection occurs when physical sensations are at their peak of pleasurable intensity. Consequently we try to maintain our peak of physical sensual sensation for as long as possible. For J, this means prolonged multiple orgasms. For me it means delaying my gratification until I want to scream, hanging on the edge of ejaculation until I ultimately let go into her.
The deepest levels of intimacy are involved, when we make love. This means that emotional walls come down completely. Dropping our walls is the result of trust, respect and appreciation of each other. Because of the lack of walls, when we are deep in the spirituality of making love we feel free to say and do all sorts of things we would never say under other circumstances. We express deepest intimacies; we look in each others eyes unembarrassed, we express filthy things in loving ways, we do filthy things.
The physical techniques we use to produce the prolong states of peak sexual arousal just mentioned involve me reading and sensing what she is feeling and vice versa. I feel it though my skin contact with her, I see it in her eyes, the beating of her heart, the erection of her nipples, the appearance of her skin, the feel of her vagina and the look of her opening, the noises she makes and how she flexes her hands and arms. It is critical that I am completely aware of J’s state of arousal in order to maintain her on a plateau. This means I must be in constant and acute communication with her body.
All of us can be acutely aware of our lover’s body. It is easiest during conscious love making of two long term lovers; when two partners have been walking the same erotic experience for many years as we have, we both have learned to sense the others sensual needs and responses. Familiarity doesn’t breed boredom, it breeds knowledge. It enables two lovers to feel the same emotion.
First we start with generating sexual energy days ahead of time. We do this by creating "excited anticipation" of the sexual encounter to come. It means she must go without sexual release for a few days to feel very motivated sexually. For me I will MMO intensely for three days to accelerate my arousal. Two to three days of MMOing will affix my arousal at a very high level.
Because she is slower to warm up than I am I will make a concerted effort to arouse her; over the course of perhaps two or three days, I flirt and tease, to stimulate her desire. Any direct physical stimulation consists of a peck on the lips, a pat on her tush, and maybe a light kiss on her vaginal lips when she is half awake in the morning; just enough to stimulate the beginnings of her arousal. I do romantic things. I will massage her shoulders massages or otherwise engage in intimate, not-quite-sexual behavior.
Once we are both equally aroused, the next step is extended foreplay. We burn incense, light candles, put on some romantic music or otherwise create an atmosphere of "special intimacy." Physically, I begin with very subtle stimulation. J loves to get goose bumps. I will strip her of her night gown and run my fingers ever so lightly on her arms, inner thighs and breasts until her body is overcome by wave after wave of chills, this relaxes her deeply and makes her mind melt.
I take my time and pay close attention to the affect my actions are having on her; getting her to let go of everything and be here in the moment with me is the key. I want her to be aware of the warmth of my skin, the beating of my heart, the strength and gentleness of my large strong hand on her pussy. The effect here is to get her to focus on me as opposed to her vagina, clit or nipples as is the case when I eat her. Making love is about communication and what we are feeling sensually and emotionally. The goal is to think less, and feel more connected. I continue gentle foreplay until her desire to have me penetrate her is overwhelming.
Ultimately when I penetrate her I do it slowly, with attention to all of the subtle sensations I can induce. Slow and steady is the rule. When I am extremely aroused it can be difficult to refrain from more aggressive action, but her orgasm requires gentle, steady stimulation of her vagina, her clitoris and her mind. I can’t push her. An occasional circular motion of my finger on her pearl as I am drawing in and out of her will slowly ramp her up.
My object is to bring her right to the height of arousal until the transition to orgasm is inescapable, and then apply relentless slow, steady stimulation to her trigger spots. We have learned that J can’t "reach for" her orgasm, but instead she lets me coax her closer and closer to the edge, then she just gives into it and lets it happen. It’s about receiving and accepting her orgasm and allowing me to have the privilege of giving it to her.
When the orgasm begins to trickle into J’s pussy, she focuses her attention on all of her sensations, both emotional and sensual; she expands her feelings into the space around her, which includes me. I will continue the same, steady stimulation and "push" my emotional and sensual sensations into her with my thoughts and with my erect – hot penis. I do this most effectively though with my eyes. I search her eyes for what she is feeling and tell her wordlessly what I am feeling. I express my desire for her, my adoration and the pleasure she is giving me. We can both feel our energies combine in a sea of excitement, tension and adoration.
The steady stimulation will produce aroused "ripples" in her vagina, where the intensity of her sensation gradually rises and falls. As J’s arousal builds she usually embraces me tightly, clinging to me. Unlike cunnilingus I am part of this experience with her. As her arousal ramps up to climax she will cling to me in desperation. Partly to maintain the stimulation my penis is stirring in her pussy, but partly to hold be as her sense of euphoria is building. Our choreographed dance is critical at this point. I will slow down and she must be more aggressive to sustain the sheer pleasure of conscious fucking. J needs to insure that she receives just enough stimulation to keep her pussy engorged and sensitive, but not so much stimulation that she exhausts all of her sexual energy into one powerful climax.
When her orgasm arrives she describes it as flowing into her vagina. It feels like she is being filled to the point of bursting with unmitigated ecstasy. As her orgasm crests she will cling to me as the pleasure waves rush into her open pussy. Although she is clinging to me physically for the passion and reassurance of her bliss, I am releasing her to the arms of rapture. I release her to the safe strong arms of a higher power that takes control of her awareness, her vagina and her spirit. I am there with her as the rapture pervades her pussy, opening it and savoring it like a juicy piece of meat. It finds her spine and inches up her spine leaving a tingling trail of sparks behind it. The rapture carries her off to be consumed in flames of sheer sensuality as I watch. Her eyes glaze over as myriad sensations flash and smolder in the depth of her vagina. As the she is wrapped in a cloak of euphoria, I loose her to this powerful force that is now fucking her as I am making love to her. He now has her.
I hold her as she is devoured by the intense power of spiritual lust. Her pussy weeps in anguished joy, drooling the liquid of her desire around my cock as I hold her shuddering and quaking form. I am now clinging to her out of jealously, I do not want to loose her to this mysterious lover I cannot see.
Witnessing her rapture is too much for me. I am so totally turned on I can no longer control my orgasm. I erupt in her vagina as she holds me firmly. I am streaming long thick ropes of my cum into the warmth of her pussy as I am kissing her lips with lust and desperation. The pulsing of my cock drives her further into the arms of rapture as the haze of otherworldliness fills her mind. But I am there with her.
As I lay in bed last night pondering the experience that I just described from the night before. I thought of the distinct mutually shared experience of making love to her with my penis and the sheer solitary intensity of orgasm she gets from having me eat her out. Her vagina is an amazing organ. It can allow her to experience our love and lust and tell the difference.
When thoughts of infidelity, and fantasies of unrealized sexual forays in my life occupy my thoughts I think of the nights and the love and lust that we share. It keeps me in adoration and it keeps me on the straight and narrow.
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