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.

 

Communicating About Sex: Almost as Good as Sex Itself!

Seldom, if ever, are there awkward moments of silence where either of us is left struggling for something to talk about. Sitting on the couch with the television off, we can talk for hours as the subject matter meanders about and our participatory emotions can run through the entire spectrum. When we’re together on a road trip, sharing in mutual interests as we dive into various aspects and details of what is on our mind, occupies the airspace. However, there are some areas and topics that were truly never discussed in any sort of depth. By now, you might be wondering what any of this has to do with me enjoying making and tasting our creampies?

One of the single-most exciting aspects of my pursuit of growth in our intimacy has to be the breakthrough in communication that Melinda and I are experiencing. Talking about sex in a very abstract, impersonal sense has never been a challenge for my wife and I. We can talk about the cultural issues, social downfalls and various other perspectives without hesitation. But, when we begin to encroach upon our personal sexual intimacy, our wants and desires in particular, we have historically stayed as far away from any conversational depth.

As I have progressed from a man who refused any sort of oral contact with his semen to one who gladly tastes and eats it (during intimacy with my wife), I am just now starting to scratch the surface of open dialogue with my wife about my intimacy fantasies and desires with her. What began as simple innuendo and subtle inferences is slowly transitioning to frank and open discussion. The ice-breaker for me was an evening, while engaged in intercourse, as I was thrusting inside of Melinda, her pussy already filled with my cum, I told her that I was going to go back down to taste her and my cum. In an instant, she spread her legs to take me in deeper (despite her issues with my penis length), as we both experienced orgasms at the mere mention of the creampie-eating act.

Last weekend after finally getting to our bedroom following a particularly late evening of family activities, we showered in anticipation of a healthy night of oral sex, complete with creampie eating. Laying there on the bed, our bodies naked and fresh, we began talking about sex. I can’t recall what prompted the dialogue, but we started in our intimacy, leaving nothing unspoken. I began to express to Melinda in bold detail, where my interest in eating my semen from her pussy began to manifest. I expressed to her how my desires began to develop when we started to have sex for the purposes of getting her pregnant. When she was finally off birth control and every load of ejaculate (that I was pumping into her) was now for real, the arousal for me was incredible. The idea of my semen being “dirty” or “repulsive” fell away. During that intimacy, I saw my wife’s vulva and envisioned her reproductive organs now as amazing equipment and no longer simply for my pleasure. It was a breakthrough for me!

I began to describe to her about my adolescent masturbatory practices and what I would do with my ejaculate once I achieved orgasm. I described to her my mindset that the liquid was dirty and the act of self-pleasuring was a shameful thing for me – that I had viewed all of those aspects of myself as dirty. We spoke about our premarital sexual encounters (there were so many, it would be impossible to count) with each other. We used to have intercourse as much and whenever possible, but my views on my semen remained the same (keep that stuff away from me!!). When my wife (then girlfriend) gave me oral to completion (OTC), she initially spit my semen out. When she finally started swallowing it, my enjoyment increased, however in neither occasion would I kiss her after my see had filled her mouth (she had to rinse first).

That evening, we also spoke about why I like the idea of continuing intimacy following orgasms (for both of us). It is patently obvious that my wife enjoys and can easily attain multiples and that continuing on after my orgasm is dependent upon my desire and ability – both of which are fueled by possessing the strength and stamina and having enough arousal. I told her that this meant that in order for me to continue on, I would need to set aside any mental barriers (my previous aversion to my cum) and work through the physiological ones. I also mentioned to her that it would be highly arousing for me (and probably her) if she could follow suit and perform oral on me after being inside of her. She has always been resistant to any contact with her fluids and any mention of such an activity (by me) has been met with adamant refusal. When I discussed how aroused she gets when I eat my cum from her and take her to subsequent orgasms, the absolution aspect seemed to melt away and I could see that she was actually thinking on the idea.

The conversation was absolutely uncharted territory for our marriage. Sadly, it has taken us more than two decades to get to this point. Excitedly, we ARE here, breaking free from the past and developing our relationship. As I write this, I recall our teenage phone conversations and how they would last for hours on end. We would engage in lurid discussion after a while, each of us getting considerably aroused. I would stroke my penis as she described what she would do to me. On more than one occasion, my arousal was taken to the point of orgasm and ejaculation. I know that I fought to conceal my finishing from her as I didn’t want her to feel strange about her boyfriend cumming while on the phone. To this day, I doubt that I’ve told her about that (I think that I will have to share this with her to see which direction our present-day sex-talk can be taken!). While I was on active duty, our letter-writing (email didn’t exist as it does for current deployed service personnel) often included vivid details of what our next sexual encounters would be like once I returned from deployment. Fortunately for me, we both saved our letters from that time and reading them today makes for some incredibly titillating reading.

I was very encouraged when my wife said that she would gladly share my semen with me in a heated kiss following my finish in her mouth. I had expressed to her that it was a fantasy of mine to engage in oral cumplay, each of us enjoying my ejaculate after cumming in her mouth. This was a huge communication breakthrough for us!

Laying there naked on the bed, my penis quite clearly communicating my arousal to my wife, I began stroking her body as our conversation was winding down. Similar to the visual queues that I was providing to my wife, I could also see that the subject matter had a profound impact on her. I touched her erect nipples as I began to passionately kiss her. Our lips and tongues fully engaged, my hand eventually slid between her legs to discover the flow of her love juice was in full swing. My heart was aflutter with anticipation, waiting to take in her liquid essence. It was more than obvious that our open and honest talk about our intimacy had a profound impact on her.

Making her way down to my penis, my beautiful wife started in, orally stimulating me. Being extremely aroused already, the sensation was near-overwhelming, Once I settled down and simply enjoyed what she was doing to me with her tongue and lips. As I laid there soaking it all in, my ejaculatory response began to build. Sensing my increased erection and tasting my precum, Melinda began to work harder, caressing my scrotum and testicles. I started to think that she was going to take my load and share it with me…right here and now. The idea of it was getting me even more worked up. My wife kept pursuing my arousal, seemingly intent taking me to an orgasm when she suddenly pulled her mouth off of me, looked me in the eyes with a sheepish smile saying, “Ok! My turn!”

In the time it took for her to change positions and for me to enter her, my arousal abated and I began to gently thrust into her with my penis. At a whisper, our conversation started up again. We started to chat about what we were feeling. My wife was in tune with my arousal sensing that I was building up to the point of no return (PONR). I’d edge my orgasm, letting a few spurts of semen pulse into her already saturated pussy, prompting her to ask, “did you just cum a little bit?” I smiled in response and continued thrusting. Her “normal” pattern had been to demand me ceasing intercourse for fear of my orgasm would end our love-making session. Now, she knew that even if I did go all the way to an orgasm, I was going to spend some quality time with licking her and lapping up my seeping cum.

tumblr_nouzy7xJFw1uohzbto1_400I continued thrusting and edging, depositing burst after burst of cum inside of my wife. Melinda asked me if I would move down and begin taking care of her needs. Thoroughly saturated, I gladly withdrew and positioned myself between her muscular thighs. I paused to take in the sight of my semen and her pussy juices whipped into a heavy froth. My abdomen was alight with the sensation of butterflies in my anticipation of the first taste. I slowly moved in and my wife let out a heavy sigh. Knowing that I filled her with my cum, she asked, “is there a lot?” I had to confess to her that it was a mess and that I was excited as I extended my tongue to her pretty right labia. I moved in an upward motion, licking up a sizable portion. My wife quivered as she was clearly hypersensitive, my tongue tickling her in the process. I moved to the other side to take in another portion. I dropped down to her anus to catch what gravity was trying to take, removing another considerable amount of our mixture. The flavor was overwhelming! Finally, it was going to happen…I inserted my tongue into her pussy opening to extract a huge volume of fluid. Taking it into my mouth, much of it began to run down my chin. My mouth was extremely full, so I wiped the excess onto her clitoris with a fluid motion, swallowing the mouthful I already had.

image (1)After my wife’s first orgasm, she clamored for me to, “get inside” her immediately. Of course, I was compelled to oblige. As she was so wet from her juices, my cum and saliva, I easily slid straight into her very sensitive pussy. I was in so fast and deep, that my wife let out a deep moan of both pain and pleasure. I had to be mindful of my depth as I began thrusting. As I stroked, I realized that I was only going to be able to sustain a rhythm for a few minutes. In her heightened state of arousal, she began to experience small, but enjoyable climaxes in succession as the head of my penis massaged the upper wall of her pussy. The pressure inside of me was mounting as I felt the ejaculatory response building and so, slowed to release a spurt or two of semen. I was able to continue on as my wife told me to just let go. As I resisted the urge, she began to make demands. “I want you to cum inside me!” she exclaimed. I told her that I was about to cum and reminded her that I was going to lick it all up afterward. That was enough to send her reeling. She began to have yet another orgasm which, in turn, sent me over the edge as I began to fire, round after round of semen shots inside of her.

I rested in her arms while my penis was still inside of Melinda. I lifted up slightly and smiled at her. She knew that I was bent on cleaning her up and giving her yet another orally-stimulated orgasm. Before I entered the refractory let-down period, I withdrew and again moved down for another round of licking her pussy. This time, the fluid that was emanating from her pussy was clearly and almost entirely from me. the load was thick and translucent white and was beginning to emerge from her opening. I began to lick her labia while awaited the large portion to exit from her. When it did, I sucked it into my mouth. The warmth was tremendous. The thick and creamy consistency was delightful. The flavor was rather enjoyable. To date, this was the largest volume of my semen that I had ever held in my mouth and it was amazing. The bland flavor was subtle and possessed a hint of cauliflower and sweet. Upon swallowing it, I could also pick up a hint of my wife’s essence in the aftertaste and it was all entirely amazing. Inserted my tongue into her pussy to retrieve what was left and enjoyed the small serving before I moved up to stimulate Melinda’s clitoris.

We continued on for another set of orgasms, my wife first followed another one for my inside of her. As the hour was late and we were both spent, I sadly left the second, smaller load untouched. My wife and I cleaned up and prepared for one of the most wonderfully peaceful nights of rest either of us had in a long time. Our minds and our bodies cleared by the evening’s activities. Open and honest communication about intimacy was now achievable without the risk of pressure, hurt feelings or unnecessary expectations. The idea of talking about sex and sharing our desires is an important facet of our relationship – one that has clearly been sorely absent from our marriage. We are just beginning and the future looks quite bright for us, leaving me with the feeling that we are staring afresh with a lifetime ahead of us.

I am considerably more excited with the prospect of what our future holds rather than dwelling on what we could have experienced had we stated this sooner.

Double Agony

Away from me and distant from my bed, Paul was on yet another business trip. His career and colleagues in Boston held his attention while my bed at home was empty. This was a time when his career was really starting to take off and his current position kept him on the road quite a lot as he met with leaders of the different office locations within his company. Though it had been years since he served, my husband’s time on the road was dredging up the memories of incessant longing that I had for him during each of his military deployments or when he was gone for lengthy maneuvers. On this night, I was so hungry for him.

Away from me and distant from my bed, Paul was on yet another business trip. His career and colleagues in Boston held his attention while my bed at home was empty. This was a time when his career was really starting to take off and his current position kept him on the road quite a lot as he met with leaders of the different office locations within his company. Though it had been years since he served, my husband’s time on the road was dredging up the memories of incessant longing that I had for him during each of his military deployments or when he was gone for lengthy maneuvers. On this night, I was so hungry for him.

In a text to Paul, I told him of my longing and that the next four days would be agony in his absence. Less than 15 minutes later, I received a text. No words. Just a picture. The fly of his suit trousers was lowered and his gorgeous cock was jutting out. His erection so firm and long, it would have torn through the fabric.  I needed to feel him. I needed to feel his warm length inside of me. The vision of his flesh was so overpowering. All that I could think about was feeling him…


I have learned to be very secure in my marriage and I have a lot of trust in my husband. To say that I am not bothered or concerned about other women in Paul’s life would be a lie, though I know that his heart is very true. He is brutally honest and discloses everything to me. At the same time, Paul has a hard time recognizing when a woman makes a pass at him, mistaking their flirtatious behavior as “just being friendly.” He has a huge heart, but since we have been together for so long, I think he is rather oblivious to their advances. Perhaps it is simply that he can compartmentalize that side of him, keeping intimacy, arousal and sexual excitement entirely reserved for me.

When he travels, one of his team members and his manager travel with him. Both of them are incredibly gorgeous women. In social settings that I have been party to, I have watched the flirting increase in concert with the alcohol flow. Typically, Paul doesn’t have more than one drink so his inhibitions and resistance to his colleagues’ flirting is very strong. But when he is on the road, I am left to wonder what either of the two women might try with him. For the most part, I am confident in my trust in Paul and I find that their attraction and flirts to be somewhat exciting (I don’t like it when women do this with me next to him – it makes me feel entirely overlooked or disregarded). Paul is an attractive man and it makes me feel very sexy to know that my husband is desired but he has given himself to me.


…my kids were out of the house for a few hours and  I was alone, staring at a gorgeous picture of my husband’s erect manhood. My mouth watered as I imagined the head of his cock touching my lips. I could make out Paul’s scent in my mind picturing my tongue reaching out to touch the drop of dew that was forming on the tip. My mind wandered to the drawer of my nightstand to retrieve my favorite toy. I couldn’t stop sensing the warmth of his cock. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the faucet to warm the soft silicone skin. I held my phone in hand, staring and daydreaming about Paul’s penis, waiting for the temperature to rise to meet my own.

I grabbed my warm toy and with phone in hand, laid down on the bed and wrestled off my jeans. The butterflies in my stomach had my body alight. I was emotionally conflicted: I was missing Paul terribly and I was aroused by the image of his magnificent cock. My right hand slid beneath the waistband of my panties. I began to rub my clitoris – I could feel that I was already soaked and decided to slide out of my underwear altogether. My toy was still warm from the hot water in the bathroom and I brushed it across my the outer lips of my kitty. The warmth of the silicone was equal to mine and I was instantly thinking of Paul’s cock. I turned on the switch to get the vibration started and started to work in into my pussy.

The pulsating pattern was my preference and the sensations immediately got the blood flowing in my labia, causing the tissue to swell. As Paul would say, I was getting engorged. I pushed again feeling no resistance inside of me. I hadn’t bothered with lube (I seldom need any) so there was no hesitation for the toy to slid the rest of the way inside of me leaving me gasping to catch my breath. I wanted to close my eyes, but Paul’s cock was so inviting and my stare was fixed upon him. The rabbit part of my vibrator made sweet contact with my clit – it landed perfectly! The feeling sent a wave of sensation akin to a sweet gust of wind with an overwhelming scent of white ginger, I was taken aback. “Paul!” I cried out.

The sweet feelings were crippling me. I was paralyzed by the cascading vibrations. I was fixating on the lines, the shape, the head and texture – the veins of Paul’s cock drawing me to him. My left hand began to send the vibrator plunging into me. My hips widened and the sexy wet sounds of the vibrator colliding with the soft folds of my pussy. I was being drawn away from my body with each delicious collision. I was caught in the riptide of pleasure. I felt myself drowning in the sensual pleasure! Never having given myself an orgasm, I was gaining confidence that this was THE time. It was happening! I was letting go of every one of my senses. I was letting go of all control in anticipation, feeling my vibrator and seeing Paul’s cock!  I began to let a whisper develop to a low hum. My vocal chords made no sound but in my mind, my voice was building to a crescendo as the thought formed, “I’m cum….!” My hand was on fire in a second. The picture on my phone instantly changed to Paul’s handsome face. “Where’s his cock? What is happening?”

My hand holding the phone was vibrating along with the dido in my pussy. I was disoriented for a moment when I realized that Paul was calling me, his timing was utterly impeccable.  I moved my finger to accept his call.  My orgasm was gone – my first was not coming to me on this night. I didn’t have the heart to tell him what happened.

After we spoke and said our “goodnights” to each other, mind began to wander. How did he have an opportunity to snap a picture of his erect penis and send it to me with such quick turnaround when he was at dinner with his colleagues? What an emotional turnaround.

#NSFW Sickness? We don’t let that stop our love-making!

“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.

image (1)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!”

image (2)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!

#NSFW Love Liquid: Increasing the Excitement

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.

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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.

Both partners have nothing but excitement and arousal to gain from sharing in this sensual and very intimate act. Cum play for him and more cunnilingus for her!

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.

After you both enjoy orgasms, when he goes back down on her extremely sensitive vulva and clitoris, the results will most certainly be nothing short of spectacular.

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.

Intro to the Essence of Love-Making

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.