Sex and Science: Paul is Forever a Part of Me

The science of sex.

Pamela, One of my dearest friends was diagnosed with brain cancer more than a year ago and thankfully, following surgery and enduring a lengthy and difficult treatment process, she has been declared in remission (thank heavens!!). One of her physicians gave her information as part of her treatment to educate her in terms of the possible origins of her cancer (there is no history of the disease in her immediate family).  Within email and printed information was something that really stood out to me. In helping her to cope with the fears and listen to her questions over the last (now two) years, I read the information she was provided and have been giving it a different, more questioning consideration as it relates to my love for Paul and our intimacy.

It is a fact that Women Absorb And Retain DNA From Every Man They Have Sex With. The linked article (not one provided by Pamela’s doctor) was a contextual discovery that I made in seeking to learn more about the microchimerism study and it details some interesting facts. Like some of the women in the study, my dear friend has never given birth, let alone ever been pregnant. However, she is one of the most sexually active women that I know (if not the most sexually active – way more than I am). Pamela, before her symptoms surfaced, was having sex with different men on a regular basis. She would have a man in her bed in the evening and having morning sex with her next door neighbor (who is very married) before heading to work. We spent coffee dates talking about her men, how they make love and many other aspects of what she enjoyed. I often wondered if there was ever a cost to her activities. She was always careful and knew the men very well and ensure that they were medically clean. Pam is like me, very against having sex with condoms. She understands how much more closely connected intimacy brings us to our partner when there is no barrier between us and we get to receive their semen inside of us.

I have always known that when I have received semen inside me during intimacy, the energy transference that occurs is palpable. I could sense it from an early age. When a man ejaculated into a condom while inside of me, I never experienced the feelings that I do without the barrier. I can discern a different sort of transference when I receive semen into my mouth but nothing of the sort that I get receive, vaginally. I wasn’t at all shocked to read in the article about the DNA that is carried into us via the sperm.

“Every male you absorb spermatazoa from becomes a living part of you for life. The women autopsied in this study were elderly. Some had been carrying the living male DNA inside them for well over 50 years.

Sperm is alive. It is living cells. When it is injected into you it swims and swims until it crashes headlong into a wall, and then it attaches and burrows into your flesh. If it’s in your mouth it swims and climbs into your nasal passages, inner ear, and behind your eyes. Then it digs in. It enters your blood stream and collects in your brain and spine.”

Paul had a vasectomy several years ago which means that his semen carries no sperm when he cums. However, I still receive the energy from him and it remains with me for hours. Could it be that because there is DNA in his semen, it is still absorbed through the lining of my vagina and uterus, becoming a part of me? I don’t know the answers but it is certainly something that I know. I carry Paul inside me and I am his emotionally, spiritually and physically. I will carry him in this body for the rest of my life and I am thankful for this. His semen is truly a gift.

While I am on this subject and loving the idea of my husband’s semen and sperm (DNA) being blended into my own, I saw these videos a few months ago was captivated by the what was being captured. I can’t explain why I found these so fascinating but seeing the act of intimacy at the moment of ejaculation is so captivating. I picture Paul’s cock releasing each pulse of cum as I receive him. The feeling of him sliding into me with each spurt and knowing that this is a permanent gift that he is giving to me is fulfilling.

Don’t you just love science?

 

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Meeting My Needs is in Sync with Meeting His

I got almost nothing accomplished from my list and it seems that spending the entire day reading blog posts and chatting with people on the computer and from my phone put me into a very heightened state. I messaged Paul several times throughout the day (most of the time this is very unusual behavior for me) and resorted to sending him a sexy pic or two (maybe it was three?) if only to get him to respond with some sexy talk. The night before, we spent hours making love and Paul’s curiosity was piqued and he wanted to know what was behind all of my excited behavior. “Babe, you came several times last night,” he wrote, “you seemed to be very satisfied with before we fell asleep.”

Paul was right. Last night was the culmination of my needs and desires colliding with my giving husband’s delightfully fulfilling attention. Needless to say that we both possess the inane motivation to experience our partner’s ecstasy. Years ago, Paul was not the man he has since become. Though he would try to attend to my needs, more often than not, once he achieved his orgasm, his interest faded and he was incapable of going any further with me. He tried to push through and sometimes he could enter me again and could fuck me longer but as I got louder and my orgasm would build, he would suddenly be overcome with pleasure, releasing into me again. Exhausted from cumming, he would need to rest and my needs went unmet. He couldn’t even spend time touching me to take me where I needed to go. I know Paul’s heart for me was so genuine and he wanted to take me there but we were so out of sync from each other. Last night was the antithesis of who he was back then. He is a different man and I am blessed with orgasms when I want and need them (and I don’t need them daily; just feeling him inside me, the close contact and experiencing his release in me is often times more than enough).

Paul knows my patterns very well. When I have more than one orgasm, I am usually sated enough that I am able to get so much done around the house and take care of almost everything and anything on my list of to-dos the next day. But today was different. As I lay in bed after Paul left for work, I was still feeling so ticklish deep inside of me; that feeling I have when I am overwrought with desire to feel his body close to me and to experience him moving inside of me. I could feel Paul’s semen was still flowing out of me. As I rolled over in bed to enjoy the sunlight peeking in, I could smell the scent of our love-making wafting up to my nose. The sweet aroma of his semen mixed with my wetness caused me to get caught up in reliving all that we enjoyed together. Paul’s hands moving on my skin; the warmth of his touch. My heightened sensitivity as he kissed his way from my lips, down my neck and chest, tender sucking of my nipples and gently moving towards and ultimately finding my pussy! It was heaven. It IS heavenly! I still had to get out of bed and I really didn’t want to. “Why couldn’t Paul just call-in today? Why couldn’t he have stayed home and played with me?” my thoughts were swirling in my head.

I reached for my phone and sent my husband a message telling him how much I love him and couldn’t wait for him to return to me. This is where my need for him cause me to deviate from my day’s plan. Knowing how much Paul fawns all over me and my body and loves seeing me in the daylight, I took a few pics and sent him one that I thought he’d really enjoy. I got so aroused thinking about his reaction to opening his text to find my naked body illuminated by the morning sun. I took a few more (even a close-up of the result of last night’s aftermath) and sent him a couple more pics before I got out of bed. Still checking my phone, I noticed a few comments on our blog and responded to them. I also noticed some comments to our online photos and responded to them. I was getting more turned on. I couldn’t stop thinking about Paul and how my need for him was increasing. “I must be ovulating,” I thought. I looked at the calendar and sure enough, I was right there in the midst of my physiological need for my partner’s semen inside of me. But there was something more that I needed. I had such a powerful lack that kept me from being able to break my thoughts away from sex. I managed to make breakfast, enjoy a few cups of coffee and to get a load into the wash as I constantly checked my phone for a response to my texts to Paul.

The phone rang which meant that I was about to have a much needed break from the continual erotic buildup that I was experiencing. My mom started complaining about her issues with her plumbing and the gross man who was there to fix things. Since my father passed away, mom has been very needy (in every way) and constantly calls me to complain and to ask Paul for help. In the last two years, my mother’s grief has transitioned to loneliness and the desire be around men (which I think has a lot to do with her high sex drive being unmet). I secretly hope for a nice, handsome older gentleman to help her with whatever needs to be fixed and to give her the loving that she needs. Our call went on for nearly an hour as the plumber worked on the kitchen sink and drain. As she talked, I heard the familiar notification chime telling me that Paul had responded to my pics. I pulled the phone from my ear to see that he sent me a pic in response – his cock was enormous and seemingly struggling to tear through his khakis! I hung up with my mom and tried to get to something done but I kept looking at the pic my husband sent to me. I couldn’t help myself as this went on all day long.

It was getting late in the day and I really wanted Paul to come home to me. I spent far too much time interacting with people online and probably getting a little raunchy with my conversations (my best friend told me that I needed to fuck Paul as soon as he walked in the door and to stop involving her in my excitement, “just have an orgasm already!”).  Throughout the day, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what is so different about today from any other time that I am ovulating. Paul was so good to me and really took good care of me last night. “What am I missing?” I wondered. After awhile, it occurred to me what might be at the root of my incessant desire. Somehow last night became entirely about me. I was the center of Paul’s attention and I never once spent time focusing on his needs or my desire to give to him. I was so overwhelmingly caught up in receiving the pleasure that he was giving to me that I didn’t get to have the time that I need giving to him. As I stared at that sexy pic of his hard cock bulging through his pants, I found myself licking my lips, ravenously in need of having him in my mouth and being flooded with his cum.

I needed him badly. I envisioned the taking his cock out through his zipper, caressing it, stroking it, running my wet tongue up and down the length of his shaft before I take him all the way into my mouth. The anticipation of feeling the warmth and the texture of his skin beneath my tongue. Hearing his moans of delight when I slowly guide my lips over the head, stroking my tongue on his frenulum was I slide him in deeper. Feeling him growing increasingly firm and expanding in my mouth is such a delight knowing he is drawing closer to the point of no return. His breathing quickening and his hips harden as he begins to anticipate climax. The moment he begins to spurt!!! I couldn’t wait for Paul to get here! Not only was Paul’s semen still flowing out of me, so was my own wetness.

The moment I heard his key inserting into the door, I was so ready for him. A half hour ago, I tried to picture how he would see me when the door opened and couldn’t decide what to wear when it occurred to me that my indecision was the best decision! I took everything off. I didn’t need to be alluring and mysterious. Paul knows every inch of my body. When I am able to, I usually greet my husband dressed in whatever I have been wearing since I got dressed. Today, I wanted to meet him at the door as he left me. The key turned and slid the tumbler in the lock and he pushed the lever down and unlatched the door. As it slid open, I awaited him wearing my anticipation and a smile. Our eyes met and his face was instantly alight. I pushed towards him as he stood on the porch, wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as if he’d been gone for months! He smelled SOOOOO good!

I felt his hands on my ass (he adores holding me there) as he pulled me tightly against him. I broke apart from our kiss and slid down to my knees, landing on the welcome mat in front of him. I looked up at him to see that he looked over his shoulders just as I lowered his zipper. I began to reach inside his boxers to retrieve what is mine. I heard a car drive by and Paul was fighting his concentration while being aware of the neighborhood activities happening a few yards away from us. His cock quickly hardened making it difficult to pull through the fly of his khakis. Once I got him out, my tongue began to taste him. Even though it had been many hours since Paul showered, he still smells wonderful. The scent of his cock is overwhelming. I breathe him in as I take him into my mouth. I hear him gasp when I close my mouth around him and tightly move down his shaft.

He feels so perfect in my mouth. His thickness spreads my jaw apart just enough to be on the borderline of discomfort but still he feels perfect in me.  The head of his penis grazes the back of my throat as my hands reach into free is scrotum and balls for me to caress. Paul let out a very audible moan as I began to pay attention to his balls as I stroked his cock with my mouth.

Either he was very excited or nervous about having his fully exposed wife sucking his cock on the front porch in front of anyone who could see but I felt his penis get very large and extremely hot. I knew he was drawing close to orgasm. Within a minute or two of having him in my mouth, I started tasting his early semen releases which only continued as he drew closer to cumming. I pressed more firmly with my tongue against the bottom of his shaft which kept it riding from the head to the base of his cock as I moved back and forth. He swelled up and within an instant, the first large pulse of his semen flooded my mouth. I continued as he moaned. Spurt after spurt of his sweet cum pumped into my mouth. Paul held my head tenderly as he moved his cock between my lips. I couldn’t contain it all. As he pulled back slightly, his cum would escape my lips and run down my chin. After the last bit of Paul’s semen was left in my mouth, I pulled off of him and stood up to kiss my baby’s lips. I hadn’t swallowed any of it.

My sexy husband reached his mouth to kiss me and I hurriedly swallowed all that I could before his tongue penetrated my lips. We kissed with the same hungry passion that we did when the door pulled upon but I wasn’t about to give any of my cherished prize away from is first orgasm. Paul, not to be denied licked my chin to get what had leaked out (before his orgasm was finished). Paul kissed me again as he lifted me, carried me into the entryway and closed the door behind him. He set his bag down and took me to the bedroom.

Paul wasn’t done with me and I was definitely not done with him!

A Woman Fully Satisfied and Yet, Still in Need

Last night, Paul and I had what I felt was one of our most pleasurable and fulfilling evenings of intimacy. Right from the start of contact, his hands touching my cheek and neck were causing me to quiver with anticipation and even though I was gifted with multiple releases, my desire to be in full contact with him didn’t wane. I am still completely on fire for more of Paul!

While he was away at work, visions of my husband’s body kept flooding my mind, washing away every thought (even those that were far too important to set aside) and causing a deep stir inside of me. Throughout the day, not only was I utterly and completely incapable of thinking anything but him, the intensity of my desire for him only increased. It became excruciating the longer this continued.

I know that I am not alone in my need to spend time hearing my husband’s voice as he slowly and gently caresses my body. I am not unique in that I need him to carefully take the time to just be with me in full contact as we allow our bodies to become one together long before I feel his warmth inside of me. I need this long before his tongue locates every cell within my skin that is awaiting hungrily, his saliva-laden desire for me. I need it all.

We spent hours and almost all of it was in the form of Paul meeting my every need with his entire body. His arms embraced me tightly. His legs wrapped around me lovingly. His hands explored me as if they were seeking me for the first time. His lips moved from mine and to the far reaches of my legs, torso, back; everywhere!

Paul gave to me in every way imaginable. I received him. I took what he gave to me which was all of him. Paul gave to me in ways that should satisfy every woman who is blessed with such love. I say, “should” because when we finally collapsed in the wonderful exhaustion of perfect passion, I remained in need. I still need more of him this morning which is inspiring me to write of him.

I spent hours after his departure this morning driving into the same need of my husband that I experienced throughout yesterday. My body was utterly ravaged with his love and desire and I have discovered the source of my lack of complete satisfaction. Though he gave to me as I wanted, he didn’t fulfill my every need.

I want my husband to cum in my mouth and I want this NOW!!

I am sending the kids to their friends in a few minutes in an effort to have myself ready for his return from work. He will be greeted with the most amazing kisses he has ever received – my body will fully enshroud his at the door; not a thread covering me. As soon as our lips separate, I am going to give my husband the pleasure that he gave to me last night but he isn’t going to get all the way into this house until I have my mouth full of his semen!!!!

His Pleasure IS MY Pleasure!

I have read (perhaps far too) many blogs by women who really seem to have issue giving their man oral pleasure. Maybe that is just my perception; a conclusion that I draw after reading through their words and complaints about feeling degraded or subjugated by taking their man’s penis into their mouth. I wonder if it is the act of kneeling beneath a man or having to be positioned between their legs and feet. I have also given into the notion that because the male sex organ doubles as a vessel for releasing liquid waste that to place such a body part into one’s mouth is unclean and therefore, demeaning.

Just to be fair, I have read so many blogs written by other women who feel as I do that giving our man oral pleasure is also a pleasure for us. It might be best if I just speak for myself, considering the varied feelings on the subject.

Paul and I have been together for years (a really long time and yet we still behave like newlyweds) that started as a monogamous relationship that grew into a passion-filled marriage. If you have been reading any of our previous blog posts, you know that we have an amazing intimate life together. The phrase making love is highly subjective; it has different meanings to different people. To me (and I know, that Paul is the of the same mindset), it means to surrender to my partner with all of my mind, body and soul in bringing him pleasure. To be more specific, I want to give him full and complete access to all of me – every part of my body is his for his taking – and my heart and soul melt into his in the process. We become one, together. In offering to him my body, I also receive all of his. It is entirely mutual. Even if we are not in balance (one of us might be a bit more tired or fighting an illness while the other is healthy or rested), there is a sort of compensation that happens to bring us into alignment. In terms of giving pleasure to my husband, it is something that is more instinctual rather than motivated by a thought as something that I have to do for him.

When I see Paul, I am filled with immense desire to have contact with him. I see his eyes, jaw line, lips, neck and hair and I longingly stare at him with my desire pouring out of me like perspiration. He is a beautiful man. Without fail, my eyes follow his body lines downward and I gaze at his muscular ass and thighs, hoping to get a glimpse of the outline of his cock through his pants. When I do see that gorgeous manhood, I freeze and my mouth and pussy start to tingle. I want him. It baffles me that some of my girlfriends see their husbands’ penis as a grotesque tool that merely serves a mechanical purpose. I see Paul’s cock as a God-created work of art that was given to me to love and cherish. In addition to the incredible pleasure that I have received from it, I have been given the other most important people in my life by it (my children). His cock, when combined with my body, make the most amazing life inside of me. How could I see his cock as anything less than spectacular?

When the kids are all in bed and we have time alone, I can’t help but allow my hands to find their way to his cock. If we are just watching a movie, I can sit there next to and pressed against Paul, caressing his cock through his pants. Feeling him swell beneath my touch is empowering. Knowing that my husband is aroused by me fills me with energy. Some evenings as were sitting together and I am stroking him, I am compelled to get to his cock. I unfasten his belt and the button of his pants, slide my hands inside and pull his gorgeous cock out into the air. Seeing that large head and shaft, firm and erect, I continue to stroke him. The beads of pre-cum that form at his tip glisten and I dip my index finger into his wetness, bringing it to my lips and tongue. The sweetness of his semen is even present in the scent of the precious liquid. After a few times tasting his semen, I cannot hold back. The magnetic draw is far to overwhelming and I bend down to take him into my mouth.

This is just how it is for me. I love my husband’s cock. The perfect example of how I am with his cock was seen in our friend’s post that I shared not too long ago. Holden and Camille continued their them and showed Holden’s sexy release in their pics and that led to me getting a mouthful of Paul’s seed just a few hours later.

What is it about semen that makes me this way? I confess that the first time that I ever received a mouthful of cum it was something that I didn’t anticipate. Yes, I fully understood biology and how the male body functions but I was still unprepared for the manner in which his semen pulsed into my mouth and flooded me. The unique taste combined with the warmth was unlike anything I’d ever known. I didn’t know to swallow it so I quietly spit it into a handful of tissues. What remained in my mouth wasn’t bad at all. After a few moments, I began to enjoy it. I felt how aroused I was from being excited to give my boyfriend an orgasm with my mouth. His sounds, the feeling of his cock swelling and getting hot in my mouth just before he began to pulsate – it was all incredible. I made him cum!

From that moment, I was so enthralled with giving him pleasure. I felt how much in control over his body I was. Having him in my mouth meant that he had to have a lot of trust in me. He was vulnerable from the moment I had him between my teeth and yet he let go of any fear of harm that could come to him. Today, it isn’t the power that I have or his vulnerability that factor into my sucking Paul’s cock. It is the desire to take him to a place that I want to get him to. It is the desire to feel his body respond to me that motivates me. It is the need to receive his semen into my mouth – every drop of this man’s cum is made for me and I want it! I want all of it!

I hope that those women who bemoan giving their men oral will find it within themselves what a treasure it is to give in this manner. I won’t begin to generalize but I can’t help but see how delicious and sexy cocks are. Loving your husband’s cock and his cum is a reward, not a duty.

No Rest for the Aroused. Little Sleep for the Needy!

We have fallen into a bad habit of going to bed entirely too late in the past few weeks. For some reason, we cannot seem to get our kids and thus, ourselves to bed at a decent hour. The hot summer nights leave our non-air-conditioned house very warm which makes the idea of laying in or on the bed less than enticing. Despite the heat and lateness, Paul and I are entirely incapable of withholding our intimacy regardless of how much later into the night our sleep is pushed.

I need my sleep. Paul needs it too but he gets up for work regardless of how little rest he was able to get on a given night. Aside from going to bed late and making love before sleep, Paul has other concerns (that I won’t discuss, here) that cause disruptions or keep him from getting even a few hours of sleep. When his alarm sounds and he rises from bed, my sleep is also broken at that point. While he is showering, shaving and getting ready behind the closed-door of the bathroom each morning, I am struggling to fall back asleep.

For the last few years, Paul and I have been making love on a near-daily basis. Between my cycle days, we may miss one day each month. Last night as we lay together after making love, we tried to remember the most recent day that we missed an opportunity to be intimate. In the last three months, Paul and I have been starting our days with magnificent sex. On work days after he is showered and smells incredibly amazing, he bends over to kiss me goodbye and his hands trace my body. While his lips press against mine, his fingers part my pussy and dip into my wetness and within seconds, Paul’s cock is sending me into ecstasy. After we cum and he pulls out of me, I am sated and throbbing yet I am so ready to fall back into deep sleep. Paul dresses and heads off to work with a smile on his face!

Because of the late nights and being absolutely satisfied and filled with the love that Paul left inside of me, I fall back to sleep and don’t wake for a few more hours. The rest of the day, Paul’s reminder of himself is apparent. I smell his scent on my skin and the fragrance of his semen mixed with my wetness floods the room when I change for a run or shower. I am tired and relaxed. After a run, Paul’s love is still flowing from me. Though I complete what I want to accomplish and my distractions are minimal, my prevailing thoughts are of his return and the desire to be wrapped around him once again and yet, we repeat the late night once more. From the moment he walks in the door, his embraces and kisses, soft caresses and squeezes of my ass are incessant and wonderful. Ever indication that we are giving to each other is that we cannot wait to tear off our clothes and reunite our bodies in heated passion.  And still, we remain up late.

As I write this, I am dreaming of Paul’s chest and hands. My desire to trace his muscles and caress his nipples and gently kiss his torso is an almost overbearing need. I want his hands around me, gliding over my ass and the small of my back as our tongues meet in our kiss. That moment when we can finally be together tonight, skin to skin. Time passes so slowly but the anticipation for our union compounds. I am aflame inside with desire to be taken by my husband. I need to feel his hands upon every inch of my body. I need to feel his weight on me as he moves inside of me, thrusting and withdrawing as his animal instincts command his motions. Senses-overload when his tongue meets my pussy again tonight. My body will quake with shuddering release. Paul doesn’t have to think about a single action. His body, hands, tongue and cock know me and how to deliver me into climax though I wish that I could hold it in that mouth-watering build-up where I am at my most insatiable. When I feel my body and soul move over the edge, I know that I am no longer in any form of control. I am at the mercy of pleasure and it will get to the point where it MUST cease or I will lose myself.  Paul senses my need for cessation and moves his body to enter me again and I am taken to another realm of heaven.

My meandering thoughts are too much for this to make sense to anyone. It doesn’t seem intelligible in the least as I read back through what I wrote.  This post was only meant to pour out my heart as I lament my need for being in bed much sooner than we have been.

I am weary from it all and yet I only need more with Paul.

Deep-seated Fantasies. How to Bring Them Into the Light to Discuss

Since Mel brought it up in her last post, Giving Him Fantasies Means that I too, Receive!, I thought that I should continue on with the notion of desires and deep-seated fantasies.

We have been married for years and have been loving each other with increasing passion from the outset of our first meeting. If we were to (foolishly) attempt to compare our intimacy from our first time to what we enjoy together today, it would be mind-blowing. If I possessed any sort of foresight to what we do in bed today, I might have been intimidated. Now, with the talk of fantasies and what we secretly desire, I most certainly would have been riddled with fear.

I have been around most of the world and seen many places (and some very strange customs, behaviors and people).  I have traveled with people who had no issues, cares or fears with engaging in the sexual proclivities and entering into acts that are what I would consider to be extremely risky. I have been to bars and nightclubs in far-off lands and seen live sex acts performed a few feet away from a very good live band. Unfortunately, I have witnessed sex acts that included unwilling animals that made my stomach turn (memories that one wished could be bleached, burned or gouged away).

Regardless of where I have traveled, I have been in situations where, if I was so inclined, could have found myself in bed night after night with beautiful women. I don’t fancy myself to be anything special or some sort of manly man who possesses anything out of the ordinary that attracts the opposite sex. No matter what the situation, being with another woman has never appealed to me. Monogamy for the sake of being monogamous isn’t the driving force behind my desire to remain dedicated to Melinda. I love her with every cell of my body and every fiber of my being and because of how I feel about her, being intimate with her (and only her) is natural and normal.

I know that during our relationship, Melinda has been as dedicated to me as I am to her. The manner in which we throw ourselves at each other – carefree and without holding back – the spiritual connection has limitless depth. We can’t seem to find a point where we stop discovering newness between us which is hard to fathom considering how long we have been together. Before I continue, let me insert into this thought that neither of us is without flaw nor fallibility. We have both screwed up and made poor choices that have impacted each other and we will continue to do so – we are human. Regardless, we continue to grow and remain open to each other’s desires, needs and even fantasies.

Fantasy. This term is considerably subjective. What it means to me could vary wildly from what it means to Melinda. What lies within the meaning is the crux of what we have been talking about as of late with our pillow-talk. It is interesting that after we conclude our love-making and we are cooling down and the sweat and love-liquids still cover our recovering bodies, the idea of fantasies come up. Our pleasure-needs and desires are sated. Our fleshly thirsts, quenched. Our hearts are filled to overflowing. Our guard is completely relaxed. We lay there, talking openly about thoughts that spring forth from deep within.

We just got through with fulfilling one of my fantasies – the mixture of my cum and her wetness still coats my face and lips and I can still taste the wonderful flavor in my mouth. Melinda gives me my fantasy almost every day. “Paul, what deeper fantasies do you have?” she asks. “I know that if we both talked and listened, there is something more that you want us to try,” Melinda asks. As we talk about what it is that we do within our intimacy, neither of us has yet to blurt it out, directly and yet I sense that we are both thinking the same thing. It is odd that two people who have been moving into the most open and honest communication that we have ever experienced, suddenly are dancing around like a high school couple who are trying to figure out how to get the other one into bed without appearing eager or easy.

Here we are, not an any real impasse or stand-off but trying to determine the way to discuss one thing that I believe we both want to talk about. Regardless of whether we take actionable steps, we both should be ready to talk about this together.  Fortunately, we have a stretch of days with the kids being away and we will be spending a lot of time together, exploring each other and giving as much pleasure as we can give to one another. We both have been looking forward to these upcoming days and it seems like the most opportune timing to let the subject naturally arise. In terms of breaking the ice, I think that I will do so by sharing a couple images with this post to spark the discussion.

I know that this is a very different concept for a loving and very closely intimate couple, but the idea is lingering within us both.

Thoughts?

Giving Him His Fantasies Means that I, too Receive!

We were exhausted. It was not the kind of fatigue or tiredness that one feels after a long run or a full day of physical labor (working in the yard?) but that satisfied feeling that we experience after the release of all the sexual and emotional energy over the course of a few hours connected with the one you love. Paul and I laid there in the moment, talking about how wonderful each other is. My body was almost sore from the delicious touching, tasting, licking, caressing, nibbling that Paul gave to me. My pussy was fatigued (not sore or raw that it can sometimes feel) but that sensation that we have that is an external indication that I needed a few hours before I could imagine him entering me again.

We are at a point in our lives where we no longer hold back from what we talk about. On this particular night, Paul asked me about sensual fantasies that might be lingering that I am holding back from discussing with him (there are, but we aren’t going to talk about them on our blog, just yet). I mentioned a few but then we found ourselves talking about his fantasy that led to us thinking about having a blog. His fantasy was one that was born from his near-revulsion that he had surrounding his semen. Aside from the loss of interest in sex that men experience (especially with younger men), Paul avoided his semen after he released whether it was inside of me, on me or in my mouth. He wouldn’t dream of kissing me after his cock had been in my mouth even if I didn’t suck him to orgasm.

Now that this cum-resistance has long passed, we seem to have taken for granted that he is always eager to put his mouth where his gorgeous cock has been; cum or no cum. It is pure joy for us both as it always leads to more orgasms for both of us.

Getting back to the discussion of fantasies, Paul loves being directed – or, should I say, “ordered?” He loves it when I tell him that he better get down to my pussy and clean his mess. He loves being told to share his cum with me. He loves it all! Paul mentioned how he still has an initial (perhaps, instinctual), visceral response when he pulls his cum-covered cock from inside of me and he sees his semen covering my labia, clit and then is begins to flow from inside of me. He hesitates and I can tell that he is momentarily (internally) addressing his avoidance instinct and is conflicted by how he loves tasting his cum on me. This is when I know that he desires my verbal intervention. It is nothing short (pun very much intended) of amazing when his cock springs to attention in mere seconds after I tell him, “Baby, you better get down there and clean up your mess!” I tell him. “I want to taste us, too! Go get it and bring it to me!”

Seconds after telling him to go down on me, I am in heaven feeling his tongue entering me and licking my vulva. The sounds of his moaning and the wetness only makes it even more enjoyable. In the midst of it all, because I am still so sensitive from having him fucking me, I find myself overrun with a succession of orgasms and demanding that his cock be inside of me yet again!

I love making my husband’s fantasies a reality. I love to give to him. In giving to him what he wants, I too receive the blessings of a love and loving relationship that is beyond fulfilling. This man truly loves me and I love and adore him.

Now, Paul…about my fantasies…