My eyes were heavy and relaxed in sheer contentment. I laid there on the bed and sensed her presence was near but not next to me. The air was warm but I could feel a briskness to the air that was wafting into the old world hotel room from the outside. I stared up at the ceiling and wondered where I was.
The surroundings were unfamiliar yet I knew that I was in a hotel room and that I was supposed to be there. I lay there in the bed, on the sheets, partially intertwined, fully unclothed. I felt the breeze moving over my body. Thinking her, I turned my head to see the impression left by her amazing body still on the surface of the bed. The pre-dawn light now slipping into the room and splitting the darkness into shadow and faint light. I reached across my chest and placed my right hand into the area where she had been sleeping moments before to discover that her warmth, though dissipating, was still present.
I felt her moving in close proximity but I didn’t try to find her with my eyes. I remained in that position for a few moments, my thoughts searching to recall any details about her and the time that we might have shared. I strained to detect her fragrance on the adjacent pillow but could smell nothing. I couldn’t recall a single millisecond of time spent with her.
I could feel her breathing and I sensed the slight movement of her body nearby. I lifted my head a few inches from the pillow and caught a glimpse of her in my peripheral vision on the veranda. The French doors were pulled all the way open. She stood, leaning against the wrought iron railing. The orangy-pink hues of the sky silhouetted her body providing me with a perfect outline of Melinda’s figure. Her hair was reflecting the colors of the sky.
She stood there, wearing one of my shirts. I am so much taller than she that the length of the tails extend nearly to her knees. She had her arms through the sleeves but it was hanging slightly off her shoulders, unbuttoned, revealing the base of her neck and the surrounding area. Her dark hair draped over the fabric in beautiful contrast to the light color of the material. The stillness of the square beneath the balcony seemed to capture and hold her attention.
I watched Melinda, observing how she enjoyed what she was viewing with the beginnings of morning activities. I delighted in her and felt myself smiling. She felt me and turned her face towards me, catching my gaze. Her melancholy expression rapidly morphed into a warm and inviting smile, shining incredible light on me, filling me with loving warmth. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. She raised her hand and motioned to me, inviting me out to her with her gesture and smile.
I arose from the bed and touched my feet to the stone floor. The coolness matched the slight breeze blowing into the room. I stood and took steps towards her. She extended her hand to me and I gave her my left hand while placing my right around her. I pressed my naked body into her left side and back. I was fully exposed to the people below. Had there been anyone else on their balcony, I would have been seen, entirely. I am not one with exhibitionist tendencies – quite the to the contrary. But there I stood, embracing Melinda.
She held my left hand with both of hers. I watched as she raised my arm slightly, looking down and the back of my hand. Her left thumb and middle finger began to touch my wedding ring. She traced it. She started to rotate it. I noticed that the band design was different, unfamiliar yet I knew that it was mine. It fit my finger perfectly. I noticed that Melinda’s ring was also different but I couldn’t get a good look. I felt myself as though I was present in a dual capacity. I was enjoying setting this in the first-person and yet I was observing us from a few steps in front, simultaneously. The peacefulness calmed me. The lack of urgency struck me. The pace of this moment seemed right. It was what I imagined our love could be like.
I was flooded with love from her. My heart was racing yet I was entirely at peace. Melinda, I knew, was mine to love freely, yet I knew nothing of how we came to be. I felt a sadness accompanying my joy. Had I forgotten everything?
I strained to remember when my eyes began to open and found myself laying in my bed, surrounded by darkness. The confusion hit me for a moment and then began to fade, displaced by the reality of my surroundings.
In the recent years, I have come to realize that I am one of the few who dream and (can) have vivid and detailed recollections. This can be a double-edged sword, especially for a man who suffers terrible nightmares.
“I want to feel you inside of me, now” she said followed with a few coughs. It was very different from normal but it was also more than I could take.
“I want to feel you inside of me, now” she said followed with a few coughs. It was very different from normal but it was also more than I could take.
Sickness has been making its way through my home over the last few days and I was feeling bad for Melinda as she was feeling terrible.On the previous night, we both had worked out earlier in the evening and saved our post-exercise workout for when we were headed to bed so that our bodies would be fresh for each other to enjoy. We showered individually and once in bed I began kissing and inhaling, relishing the flavor and scent of her skin. Melinda took my cock into her hand and began caressing and stroking me. Because of the late hour, I knew that she wanted to enjoy our love-making but was also ready for sleep. Suddenly, she began to apologize and asked to stop. Nausea had swept through her body and she couldn’t move ahead.
I felt terrible for her and while also sensing a slight bit of rejection in the pit of my stomach. For a moment, I paused and tried to focus on her and how she was feeling, completely understanding that she was feeling ill and that it had nothing to do with me. Still, my thoughts went immediately to self-doubt, “am I repulsive and make her feel ill?” It was a ridiculous thought and I put it aside and asked my wife if there was anything that I could get for her while assuring her that I was fine with stopping.
The next morning, I left Melinda in bed asleep as I departed for work. Later that afternoon, I was fully aware that she was afflicted with some sort of a cold or mild flu. When headed for bed, having sex was the furthest thing from my mind. Melinda and I had both been reading a blogger friend’s description about manual and oral stimulation that we wanted to try (when she was feeling better). The description was quite hot and very specific yet was a departure from anything that we have experimented with before. As with the previous night, I headed for the shower to wash the sweat from my earlier workout off of my body.
The way that the shower in our en suite bathroom is positioned, the line of sight into the bedroom is very limited. The room was quiet and I could tell that Melinda had already turned off her lamp. The room was still lit which meant that my own lamp remained lit. I hung the towel and walked toward the door an reached to toggle the light switch while catching a glimpse of something so amazingly sexy in my peripheral vision.
Before I tripped over my chin, I pulled my jaw back up to my face while staring at and walking toward the bed. Melinda was on her knees, straddling and relaxed into a few of our bed pillows, comfortably awaiting me with her sexy and quite naked ass aimed directly at the bathroom door. She was resting her head on another pillow while her eyes looked back toward me. I could see that she had a considerably broad smile, decidedly pleased with my surprised reaction. She looked between my legs and noted that I sprang to life. “Are you feeling better?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, “I just want to feel and enjoy you. I missed you last night! <cough, cough>”
I was a little concerned, “are you sure about this?”
“Don’t worry,” she chimed, ” I am not going to kiss you and share my cold with you. This way, I am not tempted with your face being so far away from mine!”
Her logic seemed reasonable to me and I bent down, leaning my face in between her legs. I pressed my face to her inner thighs while my hands caressed her cheeks. My tongue began to trace the skin surrounding her opening. I wanted to give her a clitoral orgasm and began to work towards that with my tongue. “NO!” she coughed, “I want to feel you inside me! NOW!”
Without any hesitation, I climbed to my knees and positioned myself behind her gorgeous ass. Her pussy was glistening from her own wetness and felt my cock being grabbed and pulled towards her. She was guiding me inside of her which is something that I love. Amidst all of the stroking and thrusting, Melinda’s pleasure-prompted sighs and moans were disrupted by the obvious affects of her illness. When she coughed, her pussy would grip my cock as if were held and squeezed in her fist. The sensation was amazing but, emotionally, I felt terrible for her.
I continued thrusting inside of her. She warned me to not go to deep in this position. Before too long, she spread her knees further apart and pushed her chest and face into her pillow. Within moments, I could feel her body trembling and the muffled sound of pleasure. Melinda was enjoying a wonderful orgasm while I continued. My nerves seemed hypersensitive within seconds of her climax and soon I was building toward the point of no return. “Yes, cum inside me! Cum inside me!” Melinda exclaimed. My body suddenly froze. I couldn’t thrust anymore with the powerful release began. She sensed my orgasm as my cock pulsed inside of her, “Yes! I feel you cumming!” she exclaimed.
We remained connected for a moment or two. Melinda signaled that she was done and wanted to get dressed and go to sleep. As if on cue, her coughing returned with vigor as she walked to the bathroom. She turned back to me with a smile. “I love you, Will.” Still processing the entire activity, I grinned back at her, “I love you, too, Melinda!” We slipped into and beneath the covers. Melinda fell asleep within seconds.
Though I was thoroughly amazed that she wanted to make love while feeling terrible, I felt a little guilty for it. Today, she emailed me and told me that she was feeling much better and that the reason had to be the sex from last night.
Hopefully, she will still need to feel better tonight!
Warning: This post contains graphic content (including imagery) and should not be viewed unless you are 18 years of age or older. Though the content is interspersed with both clinical and more conventional (i.e. bedroom) terminology, I try to keep the language as neutral as possible.
This was written to encourage couples to reach beyond the realm of complacent sexual intimacy. Spicing up the relationship doesn’t mean that couples look outside their relationship, instead choosing to deepen their love and expressiveness and transforming from the realm of simply receiving. Giving IS receiving and this activity is one that I have enjoyed with my wife.
What is it about creampie eating that makes some males so excited? Is it the thought that this is truly eating the forbidden fruit: or is it the strong desire to please our ladies? Either way, some men want to eat creampie prior to cumming but most shy away after. This article is about the joy women receive from creampie licking and how to teach your man to get over the creampie blues. Most couples report that their relationship and love making rocket to the next level once the creampie blues are understood and overcome.
The vast majority (99.9%) of men, an orgasm is immediately followed by, for lack of a better term, the Post-Orgasm Blues (POB). POB is a very legitimate feeling. It is the feeling you get after orgasm that just makes you want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, turn the game back on or do anything except think about sex. You cum and immediately you lose interest in sex for a little while. There’s no escaping it. POB is a physiological response caused by cascading hormones in your brain. You have little to no control over (without training and encouragement).
The orgasmic cycle and POB physiological response is described (source):
An orgasm (sexual climax) is the conclusion of the plateau phase of the sexual response cycle and may be experienced by both males and females. Orgasm is characterized by intense physical pleasure, controlled by the involuntary, or autonomic, nervous system. It is accompanied by quick cycles of muscle contraction in the lower pelvic muscles, which surround the primary sexual organs and the anus. Orgasms are often associated with other involuntary actions, including muscular spasms in other areas of the body, a general euphoric sensation, and frequently, vocalizations.
Post orgasm is often experienced as relaxing, which is attributed to the release of prolactin. Male and female brains demonstrate similar changes during orgasm, with brain scans showing a temporary reduction in the activity of large parts of the cerebral cortex. Sexual drive is greatly reduced after orgasm.
Prolactin (PRL) or Luteotropic hormone (LTH) is a peptide hormone primarily associated with lactation. In breastfeeding, the act of an infant suckling the nipple stimulates the production of prolactin, which fills the breast with milk via a process called lactogenesis, in preparation for the next feed. Oxytocin, another hormone, is also released, which triggers milk let-down.
In the heat of passion he think he wants to clean out your vagina, but it’s easier said than done because POB can be pretty powerful. Biology trumps desire almost every time.
And let’s forget about the homophobic angle here while we’re on the subject of creampies, shall we? Since when is cunnilingus a homosexual activity (well, unless you’re a lesbian–but that’s another post). I’m not saying that creampies aren’t out there on the fringe – but there’s certainly nothing homosexual about them. Eating a creampie might make him kinky, submissive, or even a little humiliated but it doesn’t make him gay. It makes him a better lover.
So…is it possible to train your man to defeat POB and eat creampie? That’s a good question. You and your partner will be happy to hear the answer is a definite YES. The effects of POB can be overcome. Your brain can be taught to do anything it naturally says “no” to. It takes practice, encouragement, understanding and the most important thing, desire. Not all men have the desire, but if you are with a man who has a desire to eat creampie then you owe it to yourself and him to overcome the POB’s because your sex life and that of your partner will be greatly improved. Consider yourselves one of the lucky ones. Creampie eating is one of the closest, trusting experiences any couple can do. Once he overcome the blues you will want to make it part of your lovemaking routine. Most women say they wished there men had confided in them years ago.
Here are a few proven ways for beating the post-orgasm blues. Most females take to these suggestions quickly and normally report that they take an active role in being the initiators in sex. A female’s sex drive is much higher than that of a male so your frequency will increase dramatically. After all, practice makes perfect. Also, most women report enjoying the feeling of control they are have over their partners. Because of this, creampie-eating will become a constant part of your sexual repertoire.
Just do it. This sounds simple, but caving in to POB really is largely mental. If someone rang a fire alarm right after he came, he could muster the energy to get out alive and maybe even spare some energy to put on clothes. He is not in coma, so snap him out of it and have him clean you. You know he has a strong desire and now it’s your turn to cum.
Consider creampie eating part of lovemaking, the middle part. Part of the problem for him is an orgasm is a nice stopping place, like a period to a sentence. If you considered it a comma, you would just go on. If he is able to make you cum first, you always had to keep your sexual drive high enough to let him do his deed. Now is the time to change that. When he cums, its your turn, have him slide down as if you are ready for the next phase in a continuous lovemaking medley and you are not done yet.With this attitude, you can keep going all night. Ladies – here is where you can truly take an active part in coaching your man. Men who have a cum-play desire to eat creampie, already love cunnilingus. Take charge and have him lick your vulva. Get hot and get wet but do not let your orgasm come. Have the discipline to stop him and tell him to enter you and thrust inside of you hard and deep. After he releases insist that it is your turn and push him south. Not only do you get to enjoy and orgasm (or two), but you will be squeaky clean.
Change up the times of that you make love. If you always have intimacy at night, he (and you) will already be tired before you begin. The POB just adds to his exhaustion and he drop happily into sleep. Why not try a “nooner” or a “wake-me-up?” His energy level will still be high and he will have a better chance of defeating the dreaded POB.
Why not take a rest? Who says that ten seconds after his last ejaculation spurt that he needs to be heading south? Spend a minute, two minutes, ten or fifteen — whatever it takes! — then slide down. OK, so you will have drained a little but that’s perfectly fine. Collect any leakage and place it on your clitoris. You don’t want to make a mess and you sure don’t want him to miss any of his treat. This also allows for more excitement for you. Make him lick your fingers clean while he is taking a rest. I also suggest that you shave. It makes cleaning up your vulva easier and (most) men love the “clean” look. Besides, trying to lick clean matted pubic hair is almost impossible.Talk it over with him. This desire has been around for years. He has confided with you a very personal wish. Let him know your feelings and you love the idea of him licking you clean. That alone can resolve emotional issues such as embarrassment that masquerade as POB. Tease him by telling him “your going to lick me clean tonight”. This will keep both of your sexual excitement high. Take him by the hand and say, “time for your creampie” and lead him off to the bedroom when he least expects it. No more just watching TV all night. Also give him encouragement, which can be helpful. Tell him you’re going to sit on his face afterward. When he is down there licking you clean, talk to him:
“That’s it honey, lick me clean!”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“It feels great!”
Give it a practice run. Have him thrust inside you for a little while and then lick you a little. Thrust some more, lick some more. Keep it up, and after he cums, it is just another part of the cycle.
Ladies – treat this like basketball tryouts; that something this good is worth fighting for! Make him earn a position on the bench. Be his coach. Coaching is about verbal instructions, lots of reinforced behavior change, being tough, caring, aiming for perfection and practice, practice, practice. If you feel semen running down the side of your ass, tell him that he is missing some and make sure he licks it up. I suggest in the early stages of overcoming his POB, make him clean you out as often as you can. .
Ladies treat your man’s desire as a gift. You have an opportunity to take control in your sexual activities. There are women in this world who have never experienced an orgasm. You are blessed with a man who has a unique desire that needs to be embraced and developed. Having a man lick your vulva is one thing, but teaching him to love eating creampie, gives you a very special position of authority in love making. Generally, you are in control. You are the last one to cum and you no longer leak all over the place. Enjoy your new found role in love-making. Good luck and don’t take “no” for an answer. In no time flat your lover will be enjoying himself and, rest assured that you both will be.
You have every reason to trust that my body craves connection to you, that..
…my eyes cannot be averted from yours.
… your beauty overwhelms me.
…In you presence, I will do anything you ask of me.
…I am yours to do with as you please.
Have you ever had one of those conversations with your spouse, partner or lover about what the depth of your love could enable you to achieve? Have you given thought to what sorts of feats you would accomplish to demonstrate the love you have for the other? Have you considered what barriers or obstacles that you could blow through in order to span a measure of the distance to demonstrate to him or her what extent you are willing to travel for them?
Obviously, with a blog title of The Essence of Love-Making and the subject matter that lies within, there is one very erotic action that would be raised as one of the questions that I referred to in the previous paragraph (more on this particular question later). What are the barriers that preclude us from demonstrating absolute comfort with our partner? I suppose that I could make this more specific…does your love compel you to do things that you would ordinarily view as being “gross?”
I find myself increasingly laying down what was once uncomfortable (or, gross, if that term works better for you) in favor of wanting to not let my own inhibitions stand in the way of my affection. Let me list a few of examples below along with how I now (or desire) to respond.
Deep, passionate kisses first thing in the morning (forsaking morning breath). If we both have morning breath, why does it matter? Kiss away! Kiss freely!!
Full contact, bodies pressed together, hugs when she is sweaty from a workout. Unless I am wearing a suit and preparing to head out for some other special occasion, I will hug her. If she is finishing an athletic event (running race, triathlon, etc.), you had better believe that I am going to hug her in celebration! The question is, does (or will) she hug me?
Making love after a full day (i.e., not showering before intimacy). I know that some couples (especially depending upon what sort of work either does) will absolutely avoid physical contact until after their bodies are clean. Unless I have been out camping for three days, I have no problem with getting our bodies together for passionate sex without a shower. If we both are days without a shower, it truly doesn’t matter.
Oral sex without an immediately prior shower. (see #3). I do enjoy her fragrance and I have no issues with being “down there,” especially if the intimacy is spontaneous and uncontrollable. My natural inclination is to head south no matter what and give her all the pleasure that she desires and can handle.
Kissing after oral sex. For me, this is an absolute no hesitation move. If she goes down on me and takes me to completion, not only would I not resist her kiss, but I need her to kiss me! The same is true for the roles to be reversed. After I pleasure her, I am going to kiss her deeply. Our love fluids are no longer a roadblock for me – instead, they are an on-ramp to the next intimacy freeway!
Wake-up sex following a previous evening of sex. This isn’t a consideration for me. Of course I am ready for sex first thing in the morning. I do like the messy nature of it all and to be with her through all of that is heavenly!
Wake-up oral sex. By now, these situations seem silly. Why would I not go down? I want to wake her up with oral!!
Oral sex following penetrative (i.e. intercourse). Again, this is ridiculous considering the nature of my blog and what I absolutely enjoy doing. It went from a goal to something that is a facet of making love. A means to take intimacy to new levels.
Wake-up oral sex after a prior evening of sex. This is something that I have never tried nor experienced. The idea is sexy yet there needs to be a measure of intimate trust that will allow for me to do this. Does she trust me with her body? Would she let herself be vulnerable to my oral desires? I want to experiment with this one day.
There are other, less sensual expressions that rise to the top of my consciousness such as: sharing food from the same utensil. How about the ultimate in food sharing…biting from the same apple (a la Adam and Eve)? What comes to your mind? What do you see yourself doing or wanting your other half to do?
Nothing about the human body (male or female) is offensive. Seeing two people engaged and connected in intimacy shouldn’t be considered crude, crass or disgusting (as some would say).
Making the decision to share one’s very personal details about their intimacy and desires is not one that is made casually and carelessly. This blog is the embodiment of such a decision.
I am a very sexual man who is deeply and purely in love with his wife and the intimacy we share with each other is only a part of what constitutes a very healthy marriage. Making love is what I do with her. While some might express what they share with their partner as having sex or “fucking,” that is not how we experience what we do by bringing our bodies, hearts and souls together as one. Before you, dear reader, might consider that as a sleight to how you are with your partner, the truth is 180-degrees away. What you do and how you describe it are your business and I would never disparage you or anyone else for that.
I love my wife and I crave and desire her body! She is physically fit and extremely sexy. She is more than satisfying for me – visually and physically. I do not dream of other women. I do not crave or imagine another woman taking her place – not even for a quick encounter. My wife’s beauty transcends her captivating physical features and yet she is hot. I see men checking out her ample (but not overly large) breasts when she walks by or even when they engage in conversation with her. I see men double-take as she passes by as they crane their necks to get a view of her tight and defined ass. She is a runner and as result, my wife has fantastic legs. When I am going down on her, I can’t help myself but to caress her inner and outer thighs as my tongue pleasures her. As far as her intimate bits, her clitoris, vulva and labia are perfect and seeing her naked body excites me in an instant causing the most obvious of physical response.
I too am physically fit and though my wife would fawns over my appearance, I do not see what she sees. I am not going to use this venue in any attempt to garner affirmation from folks (I have seen this with others and it is just not me). I recognize that my wife is in love with me and she is very much like me and is aroused by her partner’s physical appearance. It would be incredible to have her partnership within this blog and perhaps that might occur and in doing so, she could speak for herself as to what she enjoys. Forgive me if I hold back on self-descriptions, in the meantime.
As I launch into my various topics, I will be very descriptive and expressive with regards to intimacy. I will be including photos at times and I hope, dear readers, that you can see past my bluntness and how I love the female form. I am not into pornography and do not dwell on imagery of others’ sexual encounters though the images do help to illustrate discussion topics. Any photos shared are not intended to be crude or offensive as I find intimacy as one of the most beautiful aspects of humanity. Nothing about the human body (male or female) is offensive. Seeing two people engaged and connected in intimacy shouldn’t be considered crude, crass or disgusting (as some would say).
Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from you.