The Season for Giving and Receiving: Mel and Paul Taking Time

Holiday Greetings to all of our readers and followers!

As Melinda wrote last week, this time of the year is borderline insanity for us in terms of the demands of our schedules. We are getting pulled from so many directions and though it may sound as if there are complaints interlaced within my commentary – there are none. This time of the year is loved and enjoyed by both of us and our children.  However, we also love to share our intimate lives within our blog.

Considering the aforementioned, Melinda and I will be taking a sabbatical from writing and posting here in order to focus on the season. There can be no doubt that we will be spending every moment that we can share together, giving each other the pleasure that we both crave, desire, need and enjoy from our partner. I foresee that there will be a moment or two that we experience that will be worthy of giving to you, our beloved readers. I also owe you my perspective of the fantasy that my sexy and gorgeous wife gave to me a short time ago.

 

If we can find a lull in the business, we will write and share the wonderful pleasures that we enjoy giving to each other. After all, this is the season of giving and sharing!

I can see Mel now, readying her gorgeous body with a sexy lingerie to impart the season of giving, snuggling with me by the fireplace as a precursor to the delicious Christmas delights that we will soon be enjoying; her exquisite and soft skin responding to the caresses of my hands, lips and tongue and her delicious touching of my chest, shoulders, arms and legs; the taste of her heavenly wetness slowly overtaking my senses as my lips and tongue pleasure her clitoris and pussy; the warmth of Mel hungrily taking me into her mouth. Every action and non-action of an evening that commences quietly and reaches a series of vocal tumult and pleasure-filled writhing and moving.

It is the melding of two bodies; two beings into a single sentient being and complete oneness.  The slow-building from calm as I lick from within her body the completion of each conclusive action; the essence of the physical love that is created and shared with eager kisses that serve to recommence the beauty of connection, once again. Giving and receiving is what we love and what we enjoy.

Happy and Merry Christmas!

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Time Away and Now Time to Play

Desire. Hunger. Longing. Aching. Throbbing. The last several days have left me in such a considerably challenging condition in that every part of my body is feeling one or more of the preceding heightened stimulus to my senses. A few days ago, I wrote about how I laid awake for (what seemed like) hours as my pussy throbbed to feel my husband inside of me. Though we have made love in the days following that early morning time together, during the last four nights, Paul and I have had so precious little time to be together as we need – as I need!

Not only are Paul and I passionate about our intimacy and ensuring that we have time to be together (going for walks together, snuggling on the couch, cooking, etc., and of course making love), we are both happy to be parents of our amazing children. I know that I am biased in claiming that  my kids are the best (and sometimes, they exhibit behaviors that make me cringe) and brightest of all. My husband and I are fully invested in their lives and ensure that they have the opportunities that will help them set and reach their goals. Over the course of the past few days, those goals have encroached upon our time that Paul and I need and that leaves me conflicted, emotionally. When my kids demonstrate any sort of poor behavior after we spent so much time giving to them and taking them to their events and activities, I tend to take it personally because it appears to come across as ungratefulness. I feel bad for thinking this but when I miss out on intimacy with my husband, my selfishness starts to emerge.

Is it wrong for me to be selfish with the time that I need for my husband’s physical attention?

Yesterday I reached the culmination of missing my husband’s touching, caressing, his lips and tongue and, of course, his cock! We were exhausted from all of our out-of-home activities and on the verge of passing out after the kids went to bed. Not willing to let another evening pass without at least giving and receiving orgasmic release, I took Paul’s hand and pulled him close to me after we walked into the bedroom and shut the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew his head down to bring our lips together. I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into is mouth while gazing into his gorgeous, soft blue eyes (I love kissing him with my eyes open!!). I was melting in my heart and deep inside, I could feel my wetness building.

I pressed my lips around Paul’s tongue and sucked him deep into my mouth as he moaned. I reached down to feel his cock through his jeans. He was so hard that he was pushing tightly against the fabric. My fingers traced the outline of the shaft and head of his penis. Sucking his tongue drove me to want a larger, more firm part of him in my mouth. I continued to kiss him as I undid his belt and jeans buttons and reached into his pants to release his cock. I let go of his tongue and slid down to enjoy more of my husband. I extended my tongue to the head of his beautiful manhood and licked the bead of pre-cum that already seeped out from within my excited husband. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around him, inching him deeper towards my throat. I knew that he was also in tremendous need by the way that he gasped. I tightened my lips and began to move on him. I cupped and caressed his balls as I pleasured my husband while he stood before me. I slid one of my hands behind his scrotum and pressed against his perineum to feel his cock hardening. I could tell that he was about to cum and I started to slow my pace. “No, baby,” he cried out. “Please don’t stop!”

I wanted to get him there but I also wanted to allow him to build more without an orgasm. I wanted his big release to be inside of me. Hearing his request, I continued to suck his cock and pleasure him with my hands. I slide my index finger from his perineum and moved backward to his anus. It had been a long time since I pleasured him anally. Without lubrication, I was surprised at how quickly and easily my finger entered him. Paul moaned so loudly I worried that he would wake the kids. I pressed upward towards his prostate and began to apply some stimulation. Within a few seconds, Paul’s body tightened and his cock grew very firm in my mouth. I could feel the pulses of his orgasm begin deep inside of him and within an instant, he was flooding my mouth with his semen.

I usually love to share his cum with him, but this time I swallowed all of Paul’s semen. I was so hungry to enjoy all him. I also knew that Paul would have much more to enjoy in only a short while. As I sucked out the last drips of cum from his cock, I looked up to catch his loving eyes smiling down on me.

After quickly undressing, I moved towards the bed, leaning against it while lowering down to my elbows, leaving my ass fully exposed and waiting for Paul who didn’t hesitate to move towards me. He positioned himself behind me and began to touch my lower back softly with both hands. His touch was sweet and almost ticklish I looked through my legs and saw that his cock was already hard and still more of his sweet semen was emerging onto the head. His hands moved to my ass as he kneaded me like an baker working to make his best bread for that coming morning. I was so at ease feeling Paul’s strength in his hands. Without warning, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my labia and a shiver moved through me with a subtle jolt.

Oh my goodness, I have been in such need to have my pussy licked and sucked for the last three days! I was in immediate heaven feeling him move around me. The sounds emanating from my pussy and his mouth are so sexy to hear. The thoughts that pass through my head when I am in such ecstasy, I have such difficulty in deciding which makes me feel more pleasure – my husband’s cock or his mouth and I found my mind vacillating on this as Paul continued to lick and suck me. Another jolt ripped through my body and I could tell by the way that I involuntarily moved my ass closer to my husband that Paul took my clit into his mouth and was sucking on me while licking intensely. I could feel the bed comforter bunching in my fists as I gripped hard. My knees stiffened and suddenly I couldn’t think or move. Wave after wave of near-painful pleasure drenched me from within. I was crying out with each exhale. I didn’t want Paul to stop but I needed him to let me catch my breath. As soon as I regained control of my body, I shook my ass and my husband let go of my clit. “I need you inside me, now!” I commanded.

I looked back at his cock just prior to Paul pushing towards me and saw a delicious drip of semen falling from the head. Just then, he pressed the head between my shivering lips. He slid all the way into me in a second. I was so wet and ready for him. “Fuck me, baby!” I cried out. “Please fuck me hard!” Paul didn’t hesitate and began to move with deep, long and purposeful strokes. My orgasm hadn’t fully subsided as the sensations of fullness from his cock started to bring me to quick and shallow climaxes.  Paul would push all the way into me with increasing force sending immense pleasure waves through me. His cock reached so deep into me that I would feel twinges of pain from him running into my cervix. Normally, I’d want him to be careful but the orgasms continued to come and I didn’t want them to cease. He would alternate for a few minutes of hard strokes with slow gentle movements. I knew that he was trying to give me all that I wanted and he didn’t want to disrupt my pleasure with his orgasm. But after too many days without him, I wanted him to cum inside me as I was feeling these successive orgasms.

“Let go, baby!” I said to him while trying to breathe. “I need you to cum inside me, baby!”

I clenched around his cock as hard as I could and I knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as I felt his cock swell, I too was in yet another massive orgasmic wave. I could feel Paul pulsing semen into me as we both were moaning intently. His hands gripped my ass as he was pushed all the way inside of me.  I could feel his warmth of his cum had filled me. I knew what was about to happen next. Our pleasure wasn’t quite over yet we were both so tired and ready for sleep.

Paul began to pull his cock out of me slowly. “Hold still,” he said to me. “I don’t want anything to spill.” Judging by the load put into my mouth earlier, I knew that there was no way that he could get all the way out without his semen being pulled out and spilling. Paul’s cock was still hard which didn’t surprise me. I knew that there was a lot of cum in me and that he was going to have his treat (and so was I). “Shoot!” Paul exclaimed. I watched between my legs as his cum started to pour out of me. He quickly planted his face against me and pushed his tongue inside of me. If you have never experienced your husband enjoying his cum inside of you, you are missing out. The sound of him slurping, sucking and licking me is pure heaven! Having seen pictures of my cum-soaked pussy, I know the visual that my husband enjoys. As stimulating as it is to be licked and sucked after a few orgasms and being full of semen, it is also extremely relaxing. I knew that we both could sleep soundly.

We moved towards the bed and climbed in. We kissed and cuddled as we laid there in such dreamy peace.

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…

Living and Loving! We Miss You All, Too!

Hi my lovelies! The summer has been going great for Paul and me. We have been very busy with so many family activities and we’ve been EXTREMELY busy making a lot of love! I wanted to get a post out to all of our followers to let you know that we are doing very well and that both of us will be writing again as soon as things calm down again. We miss sharing our love for each other with you all.

We are having fun living and loving together! We hope you are too!

I hope that each and every one of you is getting on with your love lives and have much to share with us.

 

She Loves My Creampie Eating as Much as I Do!

For Melinda and me, another night of amazing sex means that, at some point, my wife’s creampie gets licked clean and I am the happy and hungry recipient of my own cum. The pleasure meter is now routinely getting buried…like my face to my wife’s cum-soaked pussy…all the way.

What I am coming to realize is that Melinda has wanted me to do this for a very long time. In my previous post (see: Finally! I broke through and Cleaned the Mess I Made), I found that when I finally told Melinda (while actively engaged in intercourse) that I intended on licking my cum from her, she gasped in excitement at the thought. I had been worried that she would find the idea too disgusting (or that there was something wrong with me) at the idea of me, her husband, eating his own semen. Amazingly, the opposite was true. My wife’s arousal skyrocketed and her vaginal walls began to spasm as she pulled her legs, opening her vagina wide and deep, begging me to go as far in as I could go. My massive semen release was exciting to me as I knew that I was going to have a LOT of cum and even more pleasure.

Since that night, my wife will randomly ask me on if I really do enjoy the messy mixture of our fluids. When I respond that I am overwhelmingly turned on just thinking about it, she gasps and gets lost into her own thoughts of me lapping up every drop of cum. She bites her lower lip and relaxes her eyelids, offering a subtle, smirky smile of delight, thinking ahead to another evening of me eating her creampie.

Last night after she sucked on my cock, she wanted me to get inside of her so that I could begin thrusting and releasing my semen (via edging). Melinda was aggressively pursuing my edging ejaculations in order to get her pussy sloppy with cum, looking ahead to me licking her pussy while lapping up our frothy mixture of her wetness and my cum.

Again, she asks me about my desires for our love juices and I can see her body responds which tells me she is incredibly turned on by the thought. Her orgasm while I was licking her pussy last night was, as she said, the most one of the most enjoyably massive one she’s ever experienced. When I reentered her, she couldn’t stop having successive orgasms…something that is a rare occurrence for her. Clearly the mental and physical stimulation was at an all-new high, fueled by my creampie eating and, what I suspect, has been the fulfillment of one of her secret fantasies. But what gets us both overcharged is when I kiss her with my lips and tongue coated with our fluids, the flavor is unmistakable and we both are propelled to continue.

 

He is My Dream as He Dreams

I was awakened when I felt air breezing over my hips and across my back. I couldn’t remember a single detail about the dream that I was just involved in. His movements behind me were suddenly apparent to me with the fog of deep sleep lifting and my awareness of my location and surroundings increased. Paul was thrashing and moaning.

The glow of the digital display from my clock became crystalline and the numbers came into focus; “1:57.” We had only been asleep for a few hours and now Paul was having a dream that left me wondering if it was frightful or of a more sensual nature. I rolled over to face him. He was lying on his back with the sheets pushed off of him. The moonlight peaking into the room was back-lighting his body giving his form a subtle outline. His movements settled for a moment. My eyes glanced at his chest and followed the outline downward. When I saw his fully erect cock throbbing, any questions that I had regarding the theme of his dream were answered.

I watched Paul’s cock-movements as his dream progressed. I wondered who he was fucking in his dream as his hip muscles flexed and relaxed in unison with his PC muscle. His moaning was so loud that I grew concerned about his voice carrying and waking our kids sleeping down the hall. The faint light that outlined Paul’s body began to glint at the tip of his beautiful cock. A bead of semen began to form at the opening of his penis. I was in awe of him and I began to wonder if he was going to climax in his dream. Would I get to watch my beautiful husband release his semen as he fucked someone in his dream. I could feel wetness beginning to form on my vulva as my own arousal started to consume my thoughts. I wanted him but I didn’t want to disrupt my husband.

I couldn’t take my eyes from his cock. As the seconds ticked off the clock, Paul’s moans intensified. The beads of cum that continued to emerge from his cock were falling down to his torso leaving a sexy “string” of cum that connected the two points. A small pool of his cum was starting to build. I resisted the urge to reach to Paul to take some of his semen onto my finger. I wanted to taste him. I could see that his cock was growing more firm. My husband’s dream was getting him closer to cumming. “Yes, baby! Please cum! I need to see this!” I couldn’t help that my desires for his pleasure were making me more and more hungry for him. I reached my left hand down to touch myself and noticed how wet I was. Between my current excitement and how much of Paul’s cum remained inside me from making love before we fell asleep, I was making a mess of the bottom sheet of our bed.

My husband’s breathing became very rapid and deep. This is one Paul’s indicators that he is about to cum. His cock was now at its most erect and largest. “Yes, please my love. Cum for me, baby,” I thought to myself. He was pushing his hips slightly upward and relaxing. He was pushing himself deeper into the woman he was dreaming about. Whether he was fucking me or someone else seemed so irrelevant to me. I desperately wanted his release! My stare was locked onto that gorgeous cock and the now steady, yet light flow of semen being emitted. “Baby?” Paul’s voice became clear to me, suddenly. “Are you alright?” He asked. I turned my head to see that his eyes were now open and he was looking at me. “Why did you stop?” he asked me. “I am so close!” Paul continued.

I realized that he awakened at the moment of climax and didn’t understand that he had been dreaming. This was my chance. I moved over to him and took his cock into my mouth. Paul gasped for a breath as I felt his penis extend between my lips. I moved my left hand to his balls and caressed them, gently. I pushed my finger to his perineum and I could feel how engorged he was. I squeezed my lips and pressed my tongue against his cock and began to move my head, sliding up and down on his cock.

“Baby, move your leg over and straddle me!” Paul wanted to lick me, too. I got so aroused thinking about all of my wetness and his semen that had been inside me for several hours. I cold taste the sexiness of our love-making on his cock and could smell the fragrance at the base. I moved over him and suddenly felt his tongue on my pussy as he started on me. I felt his warm, wet mouth on me as he pushed his tongue into me. Suddenly, Paul’s cock began to erupt into my mouth. He pushed his hips up, driving his cock upward as I continued moving on him while he flooded my mouth. I continued pressing my fingers against his perineum as his contractions coincided with each pulse of cum shooting into my mouth.

I could feel Paul sucking my clit into his mouth as he came. His touch is both soft and firm. I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. Paul’s attention to my cum-soaked pussy was unceasing. I hungrily swallowed every drop of his semen, sucking his cock as I squeezed him to extract all of my warm and delicious gift. The excitement of watching him before taking him into my mouth made me so sensitive that it didn’t take but a little bit of Paul’s attention with his mouth before I began to cum just as his orgasm was winding down. The waves of pleasure made me shake. Paul kept sucking on my clit as the waves took me over. I couldn’t hold myself in that position and I dropped onto his body and yet he didn’t stop.

I began to beg for Paul to stop. I couldn’t take the pleasure any longer as it only continued building. Paul relaxed and I laid there on top of him. I had his cock in my face and it was so relaxing. My breathing began to slow and I closed my eyes and relaxed. I wanted to ask Paul about his dream but I fell asleep on top of him, completely contented and very tired.

How Paul woke me will be topic for another post.

 

Letting Go of Ourselves and Pressing Into Our Relationship and Intimacy

Love Making

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? Melinda and I considered that we 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.

  1. 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!!
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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!
  6. 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!
  7. Wake-up oral sex. By now, these situations seem silly. Why would I not go down? I want to wake her up with oral!!
  8. 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.
  9. 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 physically sexual, yet no less sensual expressions that come to mind. 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?