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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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?

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.

 

My Drive, Her Drive and a Pic to Inspire

The text from my wife was a bit of a surprise, “send me a pic of your cock, baby!” It caught me off guard as I sat at the traffic light smiling as I read her words. We seldom sext each other out of concern that our kids would get hold of our phones and discover things that shouldn’t be discovered by them so I was taken aback by her demand. I wondered what was fueling her need to see my cock prior to me getting home.

Traffic was abysmal and I was tired after a long week dealing with difficulties surrounding my current project at work. My mind and body have been under a lot of stress from the concerns in trying to find ways to cut the effort and time to complete the project by more than 1/3. I needed this weekend to start right away and the Friday afternoon commute was getting in the way. Melinda was at home and I could tell that she was getting excited for my return.

The text from my wife was a bit of a surprise, “send me a pic of your cock, baby!” It caught me off guard as I sat at the traffic light smiling as I read her words. We seldom sext each other out of concern that our kids would get hold of our phones and discover things that shouldn’t be discovered by them so I was taken aback by her demand. I wondered what was fueling her need to see my cock prior to me getting home. I wondered what she was doing that had her desirous with such immediacy. The traffic signal changed and I set the phone down. Another traffic light and another request for a photo of my penis was there. I messaged her that I am in traffic and that I didn’t think it was wise for me to risk being seen. She sent a smiley emoticon and repeated her demand. The signal changed and again I proceeded after dropping the phone to the console.

I had one more traffic light to contend with before the lengthy drive on the freeway and Melinda was clearly aroused. I wanted to grant her request and not leave her disappointed. I looked around to see that there were no vehicles waiting at the light that would afford their drivers with opportunity to see into my car. I was very excited to please my wife and my cock was extremely hard. I opened my zipper and noticed the pre-cum was already soaking into my boxers. I reached in and pulled it out, grabbed the phone and snapped a photo for her and sent it. I collected myself and got ready to get on the highway (I put my cock away and set the phone down).

I had more than an hour to listen to music and keep my calm as I made my way home through pockets of stop-and-go and normal highway speeds. I wondered what Melinda was doing and what faced me when I got home. I knew that the kids would be home so the notion that I could walk in and be met by my wife wearing something to accent her gorgeous body (or nothing at all) was merely a fantasy. Earlier that morning, Melinda messaged me that she had been having a conversation with a woman that she met who shared some similar interests as she and was getting acquainted. This person was someone she met online and I reminded her to be very cautious but that I trusted her judgement in talking about us. Considering that we are putting a fair amount of information about our intimate life on this blog, there is some measure of latitude that she already has. I wondered if she was getting excited by the conversations she was having with her new friend.

After nearly two hours on the road, tired and weary, only the beautifully sunny day and the happiness that greeted me at home were on my mind. Melinda was dressed in shorts and a tank that revealed her shape and, if she moved a certain way, hinted at exposing the sides of her breasts. Her ass looked perfect in her shorts and as I pulled her against me for a hello-kiss, both of my hands gently gripped and squeezed her cheeks. I reached my fingers between them near her pussy and felt the heat and damp fabric that gave told me all that I needed to know about her state of arousal. As I suspected, the kids were all home and were happy to see me.

I spent some time catching up with everyone and made my way to the bedroom to change for a workout. I wanted to get it done as soon as possible to be home in time to make dinner with Melinda in hopes of getting the kids to bed so that we could have time together. She accompanied me to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. I began to peel off my shirt and as I did, she came over to me and placed her hands on my chest as my arms were over my head. She unbuckled my belt and unfastened my pants to assist me. She slid my trousers and boxers down in one swift action exposing my cock. “There you are!” she smiled as she wrapped her fingers around and gripping my shaft. She kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she stroked my already firm cock. Melinda let go of our kiss and dropped to her knees in front of me.

image (3)“Hi baby,” she whispered to me as she began to lick the head of my cock. “I missed you so much today.”  Melinda took me into her mouth letting out a subtle moan. I was suddenly taken away from all that had happened at the office and the long, grueling drive home. My wife was loving me and loving my body giving me pleasure and it was coming from her love and desire for me. I was lost in her desire. Her tongue would run from my balls up the underside of my shaft and to the tip and then she would engulf me with her lips, sliding her mouth down onto me. I reached down and gently held her head, pulling her long brown hair away from the soft skin of her face. I stood there, humbled and vulnerable to the physical love she was giving my body. Her right hand softly cradled my balls as her left hand wrapped around me and caressed my ass.

image (1)Melinda pulled her mouth up and extended her tongue down my shaft again, reaching her head to take one of my testicles into her mouth. She sucked on my ball as she stroked my cock with her hand. She released on ball and sucked the other one in. The pleasure was intense and Melinda was easily and rapidly bringing me closer to cumming. She moaned with each release of pre-cum that she took from me as she intensified her attention to me. There were moments that I felt as though she was hungry and working to reach her own objective. As she sucked and licked me and she was aware of my impending orgasm, Melinda’s finger began pressing against my anus. The sensation was overwhelming and I immediately began pumping my cum into Melinda’s mouth. She took all control of my body and had her way with my pleasure and release. With each wave of pleasure, an synchronized pulse of semen jetted into my beautiful wife’s mouth. My cock’s sensitivity was heightened and the pleasure was so intense that her coinciding suction was almost painful as she met each pulse with eagerness in how she squeezed me with her lips and tongue.

image (2)She rose up and approached my face. She was holding her glistening lips closed but her mouth was full of my semen – so much so that it was trickling down to her chin. She looked deep into my eyes as she pressed her mouth to mine, our lips parted in sync. My mouth was flooded with her tongue and my cum and we kissed passionately. The sweetness surrounded my tongue and doused my taste buds as the cum partially flowed back to her mouth. As we kissed, we both slowly swallowed the creaminess and our tongues playfully intertwined. As she pulled her mouth from mine, I extended my tongue to clean what was running down to her chin. Melinda smiled and looked down towards my cock and quickly went back down.

My legs were weakened and I was out of breath as she cleaned my cock of all remnants of my orgasm from the head and shaft. “I don’t want to waste a single drop, baby” she said with her sly smile. My scalp, chest and arms were perspiring and I felt as though I had a workout before I was even suited up for my ride. “Tonight it is my turn,” she laughed. I knew that whatever my wife had talked about with her new friend, it had a direct impact on her libido and she let go of her fears of the kids hearing us (which is entirely out of character for her).

I recovered for a few moments sitting on the bed. Melinda joined me and I held her close. I looked at her smiling face and knew that she was just whetting both of our appetites for what was to come in a few brief (long) hours. I mustered the strength to dress for my ride as Melinda watched and told me all about her conversation that she had with her new friend (which was rather sexy). I didn’t think that I still possessed the stamina for a hard workout but I defied my body and went ahead with my ride. Grabbing my bicycle, I began to head out being stopped momentarily for a goodbye kiss from Melinda. The scent and taste of cum still present in her kiss, I departed and rode away almost entirely distracted by what she gave to me and what I was about to do for her.

#NSFW Loving Her Without Barriers

Have you ever had one of those conversations with your spouse, partner or lover about what the depth of your love could enable you to achieve? Have you given thought to what sorts of feats you would accomplish to demonstrate the love you have for the other? Have you considered what barriers or obstacles that you could blow through in order to span a measure of the distance to demonstrate to him or her what extent you are willing to travel for them?

Obviously, with a blog title of The Essence of Love-Making and the subject matter that lies within, there is one very erotic action that would be raised as one of the questions that I referred to in the previous paragraph (more on this particular question later). What are the barriers that preclude us from demonstrating absolute comfort with our partner? I suppose that I could make this more specific…does your love compel you to do things that you would ordinarily view as being “gross?”

I find myself increasingly laying down what was once uncomfortable (or, gross, if that term works better for you) in favor of wanting to not let my own inhibitions stand in the way of my affection.  Let me list a few of examples below along with how I now (or desire) to respond.

  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 sensual expressions that rise to the top of my consciousness such as: sharing food from the same utensil. How about the ultimate in food sharing…biting from the same apple (a la Adam and Eve)? What comes to your mind? What do you see yourself doing or wanting your other half to do?