I suppose that you, gentle reader, would have me dive head first into her crotch at this point. But I won’t. Not quite yet. I want to take this pause for an aside.
This is a picture taken just for me. Ohhh my… The things I could do with this ass, with this beautiful naked woman’s asshole. With her delicious little pussy. I am licking all around. My tongue leaves a little trail from way out on her bum… circling slowly inward until I reach my mark and I’m in heaven. My nose tickles that wonderful, that marvelous vagina. I tongue her ring and tickle it. She moans and giggles because a woman’s tongue has never been just there. I slip it in a litle and lick her muscle inside – where I love my finger for the first time I manage to get my tongue and I love it. Her smell fills my head and her taste surrounds it. My whole being is in her asshole and in her pussy both at once. I lick around and up and down and then I slide it up and into that other yummy hole. My tongue seems to lead my being up and down that slit and around her clit. Up and down around and around forever. She grabs my head and directs my attention to sliding my mouth up and around the shaft of her clit. My finger slips into that wet anus gently slips deeper and out… deeper and out. I can’t take my face from there until she shudders and comes and finally pulls it away – glistening.
And they say porn is bad? :-)
[PS - Before I get lectures.... There is no shit and no bacteria in my fantasies.]
So it’s been a year or more and what a tumultuous year it’s been. I hardly know where to begin, what to include, what to let slip away. I should have written. I would have liked to look back on my impressions now, myself. At any rate I’ll try to keep things as they were, more or less.
Just a quickie but I wanted to thank you all for visiting my new site. I just moved my old posts to WordPress and in the first 12 hours I have had almost 500 visitors.Thank you my loves. I haven’t written in about a year for a number of reasons, including work, not much to write about, and… marriage problems (now blessedly solved). I promise to write soon. Moving to my new webhome, here, is my first step in becoming more active.
Sorry I haven’t had time to post anything interesting lately. Nothing new has happened with Her and to be honest – after that my fantasies have seemed rather repetitive. Playing those couple days over and over and over…. and over again. Sometimes I can still taste her. Hmm…
I have also been very busy with work.
But I wanted to let you know I’m still here and will begin again once things settle down I’ll write more.
But… (pardon the pun hee hee) My favorite girlie site has start started collecting pictures for and Anus as Art series. I love it. I think it’s hilarious – I don’t know if he (she? I dunno) is serious with it or not. But here you go:
Anus as Art #1
Anus as Art #2
Anus as Art #3
It’s like they did it for me – as anyone who’s read my postings will know. :-) Yum
Her breasts and bottom are magnificent but it was her mouth which first drew my attention.
My husband had a business trip last week. You’d better believe I was looking forward to some time in the house alone. So far this year we’ve been in each others company too much for my taste. I need some alone time. So, after I dropped him at the airport on Saturday afternoon I went into the city and found myself a sex shop. I may have mentioned that as much I love to masturbate I don’t have any toys. And well… I decided to remedy that situation. I have to admit that I was a bit surprised by the sheer variety of sizes, shapes, gyrations and all. And I was a little surprised at myself for the embarrassment I felt. It was funny. I spent some time browsing the vid boxes, spending more time on the lesbian ones. And I looked through some magazines. And then I finally worked up enough courage to go over to those objects. After maybe 10 minutes the sales girl came over and asked if I needed help. I was going to brave it when she put her hand on my shoulder and smiling, said, “You know, most of these are props for blokes fantasies. There are only a couple made for us.”
I had some serious misgivings. Wanting sex – sans my husband – and actually calling someone for that very reason are completely different things. Yes I had already popped that cherry on my business trip but… Well, to say it was an accident wouldn’t be entirely true but neither did I set out looking for it. I held my mobile looking at her number and weighed my situation.
- I was horny as hell and had already had one off quite nicely.
- I was still a little drunk.
- I was hungry for that “woman’s touch”.
- She had as much offered when I was shopping for masturbation toys.
- She had called.
- I loved my husband and his hard dick.
- He was away.
Though I’m getting back to normal for the most part, my recent experience (see my The Business Trip) has made my fantasizing quite different. I can barely look at a picture of a naked woman without thinking of her, without comparing each curve, without wondering how the scent and taste of the model would compare to hers. I’m not in love nor obsessed and I am able to function perfectly well in all other facets of life. Just when I go for some Solitary Vice fun in front of my computer it gets a bit like the restaurant scene in Being John Malkovich where he sees his own face on every body there – only it’s her face, her breasts, her pussy I see.
But this isn’t about her for now and so I’m not going to indulge in looking back.
My life has settled all the way back to ordinary now. My work has resumed its regular pace. My mind is back on earth. I occasionally think about Her (see The Business Trip category) but not near as much any more. I am back to making love with my husband, going to work and church, seeing friends, and masturbating to pictures of women on the computer when I’m alone. It’s not a bad place to be. Though missing something, that something isn’t at all unbearable.