I can never remember from one post to the next what I talked about previously. I think in a recent post I mentioned that we’ve been doing a dominant/submissive thing. It’s gentle but it turns out she sees it differently anyway. She asks, “how can you be dominant when you’re doing everything I ask you to do?”
It’s true–I do everything she asks, I stop doing anything she asks me to stop. The whole point of this is to perform until she’s satisfied (although she’s insatiable some nights), i.e. it’s about pleasing her, ultimately. But with Covid and the working out I’m bigger and physically more powerful than I’ve ever been, and clearly she loves when I exercise that power … holding her down and biting her neck, thrusting with grinding rhythms, taking her deep when she’s ready and collecting her pussy juices with my cock. There is, however, an element of manipulation throughout–I’m driving but she’s steering. Is she submitting to me, or am I gratifying her? It’s both. This is making me want to fuck her again.
Last weekend we had two big nights, Thursday and Saturday. Thursday was our best ever. Three hours non-stop of amazing creativity on both of our parts. I was on fire with my mouth, my hands, everything. Again I have no idea how much she came but you can do the math. Hundreds for sure. God, I love her tight pussy. Saturday we had timing issues, the mj took way too long to kick in (we’re taking it orally) so we had amazing undrugged sex, fell asleep, then woke up later high and fooled around for a while. It was good but felt like it had no chance to compete, we just had to get it out of our systems. Last night was nearly a duplicate of the great night last Thursday. Amazing. God, my wife is naughty. To call out just one moment, she had the head of my cock going in and out of her throat and I want heaven to be like that.
I have two points of advice for kids here. One, when you’re initially hot for each other, mix in some non-sex times. Like there’s going to be a time where you’re like, let’s just stay in, fucking is more fun than anything else we might do. And that’s true. But here she and I are, twenty years later, still desperately lusting for each other, and I think one important thing we did and continue to do is go on dates, dress up for each other, be proud to show each other off, and then fuck, because we still do that and it now brings back that burning lust like when we were first exploring each other and fucking each other’s brains out. Maybe it’s the other way around, and we still enjoy those things because we still lust for each other, but whatever. They go hand in hand.
The other advice I have is, all orgasms are different. I’m doing something different every time, and she’s creating something different inside herself every time*, and you want not to think about them as different only in size or scale. It’s not just that some are bigger than others, it’s that they all have a different character. It’s true for me as much as her. So don’t stress about having your biggest orgasm ever (although that’s fun when it happens); turn your attention to making every one new and different. Because it turns out that’s possible even after tens of thousands of orgasms. She and I are making collaborative art with our bodies and I can do that forever.
* is it clear what I mean here? It’s like I’m providing the raw material, and there’s a lot of creativity in that; but what it does inside her is what she creates from that raw material. Her orgasms are a joint creation.
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