Last weekend it was great again, Thursday and Saturday nights. Once again she said Thursday was the best night ever, and I’m inclined to agree. I took too long to write this post so now a lot of the specifics are lost, and I won’t try to relive it or relate it in any detail. But it was great.
This last week we’d had a few setbacks–difficulty at work, health things that don’t really mean anything except that we’re old enough to get things that happen to people our age, but caused us some anxiety. The impact really showed the importance of “set and setting” on a psychedelic experience, that is, your mindset and the environment in which you’re having that experience have more to do with the success and happiness of that experience than anything else, including the actual drug. Our setting doesn’t usually change very much; we get the rare night with no kids in the house, or we have a hotel room and the kids are somewhere else. But most of these nights, the setting is the same–our bedroom, kids nearby, noisemaker on (we sleep with one, so we turn it on during sex to disguise what’s going on), candles lit or dim lights on. But our mindsets can vary like mindsets do.
Now, she never suffers any mindset issues, it seems. I mean, there are nights she’s not in the mood, but it’s not like once she gets started any disruptive thoughts get in the way. Maybe this is because her pleasure is so physical in the first place. Mine is in large part mental and that means thoughts that take me out of the moment interfere with my (and thus our) pleasure. It sucks. You see where this is going–not every minute of every night was tough, but I got distracted and had to take a few breaks here and there to get back into gear. Regardless, we had lots of fun sex this weekend, and on Thursday I was on fire with mouth and tongue again and she got a “biggest” that really was outrageously impressive. Friday I ate her out for at least half an hour over one stretch, and an hour all together. So I’m doing my job for sure.
Another failure this week is I bought a whip and a paddle. They’re toys; the whip is the kind with like a dozen faux leather loops hanging off a handle, so it actually doesn’t hurt at all. It’ll be easier to hit her with it and only cause pleasure than it is with my bare hand. But she didn’t like the idea at all and when I pulled it out, it ruined her Set for a minute and she had to restart.
A success this week is some super hot Wicked Weasel lingerie, a sheer cami top and a tiny little thong panty. The panel at the front is so narrow it doesn’t cover her bush (which is trimmed neatly), which was really hot, and the sheerness and cuteness of the cami top was pretty intriguing, let’s say. She is truly gorgeous and Wicked Weasel’s stuff looks great on her.
And then last week I wanted to mention this–one of the details I do remember. One of the nights, I think the Saturday, it was around the time where I could finish up for the first time without feeling like I’d skimped on giving her orgasms, probably around 2am. We were fucking doggy style and it was really hot. I hit that point of no return, my cock throbbing and steel hard, just completely pumped full, you know? And I hung onto that feeling without releasing for a good long while, until I wanted to just explode and pulled out. Well, I went to kind of press my tool into her crack, not aiming for inside but just where I could rub against her anus and feel her cheeks squishing against me, right when she decided to thrust her body backwards, toward me. The shaft of my penis felt the suction of her asshole pulsing and puckering up against it, and the pressure from her ass got applied at exactly the right moment for my first rope of hot cum to go flying across the room. I mean, I’d already worked the pressure up to an insane level by waiting so long before releasing, so I was going to get some distance for sure anyway, and then she squished against me at just the right moment to give that first squirt some extra velocity. At that moment I’m not really thinking any coherent thoughts or able to do anything really by choice anyway. But my point is, I couldn’t see it, and then I had enough time to think “huh, I wonder where that’s going,” and only then did I hear it splash onto the floor over in the opposite corner. It got some serious airtime, I mean to say. So that was pretty fun. Splot.
Another fun thing was she’s been getting kind of hot to have my cock in her mouth while she’s using a toy on herself. When she gets all hooked into whatever craziness is going on during her orgasms, she gets extra dirty and kind of ruthless, which I like a lot.
We’ve moved onto a Revel brand of high thc indica tincture. 51mg THC per ml, so she does about 0.6 and I do about 0.4-0.5. It works great, and it’s not flavored. It just has marijuana flavor. It’s not great but it’s a lot better than the flavors they all add, which are all disgusting. But I should say that the Pure Penn stuff (orange cream and blueberry muffin flavors–barf) also works great and we’re not having the consistency/predictability issues we’ve had before.