I had a moment of inspiration. It wasn't just as Estrella sucked the come from my balls through my cock--nothing, literally nothing, was on my mind that moment. It was about ten minutes later when I was outside smoking a cigarette, her saliva dripping off my knob.
Here in the next couple of days, we're going to start a week of no vagina-penis sex. We'll each be responsible for one orgasm daily for the other party. The orgasmee cannot refuse any reasonable method of stimulation--Estrella has already informed me that I'll be getting a knee job. Likewise, the orgasmee may not make a request--I can't demand to have her ass, but she can offer it to me.
Obviously, I need seven different methods of bringing my beloved to orgasm not involving my penis. I have a couple so far. It'd pretty much ruin the surprise to write about them here. At least one of them is going to require some shopping.
I will be blogging each of the days during Zero Vag-Pen Week. And, I believe that Estrella will, too.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
A Big Move, and a Big Fuck
Estrella and I have been moving like crazy. With all the packing, screaming at city permitting authorities, driving through freak June blizzards, and unpacking, we haven't had much of a chance to really get it on. Roadside hotels lose some of their trashy hotness when you've driven eight hours.
But Estrella and I love our new West Coast digs. We have a big deck, and lots of trees--being in a forest and all. So, due to fortuitously poor sight lines, I've spent a fair bit of time nude outside. Estrella hasn't really followed me yet, but did come out yesterday in an untied robe. Baby steps.
We had a blog-worthy fuck yesterday, though. Really, the whole day was one long sex session.
It started with Estrella rolling me over in bed and riding my morning wood. She paid little attention to me, rocking her hips back and forth to grind her clit hard into my pubis. Then, when she'd come, and my cock was marginally less rigid than she might have liked, she pulled off of me and got some breakfast. I love it when she does this, although she doesn't often avail herself of unreciprocated pleasure, the cum-obsessed slut.
Since we haven't had a chance to get me the real thing, I asked Estrella if she wouldn't put her Feeldoe in my ass. We agreed that it would happen "later tonight". This gave me plenty of time to get some stuff done around the house, and still work to stretch out my asshole.
During the afternoon, I found myself sitting between Estrella's legs as she read a book. Having significant impulse restraint issues, I took the opportunity to rub her pussy. She appeared to like it, and so I continued. After a quick shift of positions, I rubbed and finger fucked her through at least two orgasms over fifteen or twenty minutes. It was way, way hot.
A couple of hours before nightfall, I lubed my Aneros and then my fat silicone butt plug into my ass. I tried to cook our fajitas with it in, but I haven't had anything up my butt in a while, so the prostate stimulation was a little overwhelming. I had to take it out.
After supper, I bent down on my hands and knees on the couch, with my ass up in the air. Estrella lubed up her dick and my asshole, and slid it into me. I had to have her take it slow, and pull out at least once. Like I said, it's been a couple months.
However, once she had it in, it felt so good that I had her fuck me just as hard as she could. That turned out to be just an iota too hard. But, after she dialed it back a bit she proceded to plow my ass for a good while. Then she decided it was too much work.
So, I told her to sit on the edge of the couch with her cock sticking straight up in the air. Keeping my feet on the floor, I then lowered my asshole around her bright blue dick. Neither of us undersand the physics, but this apparently resulted in unmitigated clitoral pleasure for Estrella. So, I picked up the pace, sliding up and down as far as the length of the cock would let me. I think it pleased Estrella greatly when I bent way over so she could watch her cock disappear in my ass.
After she had my ass for a while, I had her pussy twice in fairly rapid succession. While it was some excellent fucking, I can't say that it was noteworthy. Mostly just assume the position, thrust, thrust more, thrust much harder, ejaculate. There was some evidence that Estrella actually ejaculated during our first round of vag-pen sex. Well, when I say "some", I mean "rather a lot".
But Estrella and I love our new West Coast digs. We have a big deck, and lots of trees--being in a forest and all. So, due to fortuitously poor sight lines, I've spent a fair bit of time nude outside. Estrella hasn't really followed me yet, but did come out yesterday in an untied robe. Baby steps.
We had a blog-worthy fuck yesterday, though. Really, the whole day was one long sex session.
It started with Estrella rolling me over in bed and riding my morning wood. She paid little attention to me, rocking her hips back and forth to grind her clit hard into my pubis. Then, when she'd come, and my cock was marginally less rigid than she might have liked, she pulled off of me and got some breakfast. I love it when she does this, although she doesn't often avail herself of unreciprocated pleasure, the cum-obsessed slut.
Since we haven't had a chance to get me the real thing, I asked Estrella if she wouldn't put her Feeldoe in my ass. We agreed that it would happen "later tonight". This gave me plenty of time to get some stuff done around the house, and still work to stretch out my asshole.
During the afternoon, I found myself sitting between Estrella's legs as she read a book. Having significant impulse restraint issues, I took the opportunity to rub her pussy. She appeared to like it, and so I continued. After a quick shift of positions, I rubbed and finger fucked her through at least two orgasms over fifteen or twenty minutes. It was way, way hot.
A couple of hours before nightfall, I lubed my Aneros and then my fat silicone butt plug into my ass. I tried to cook our fajitas with it in, but I haven't had anything up my butt in a while, so the prostate stimulation was a little overwhelming. I had to take it out.
After supper, I bent down on my hands and knees on the couch, with my ass up in the air. Estrella lubed up her dick and my asshole, and slid it into me. I had to have her take it slow, and pull out at least once. Like I said, it's been a couple months.
However, once she had it in, it felt so good that I had her fuck me just as hard as she could. That turned out to be just an iota too hard. But, after she dialed it back a bit she proceded to plow my ass for a good while. Then she decided it was too much work.
So, I told her to sit on the edge of the couch with her cock sticking straight up in the air. Keeping my feet on the floor, I then lowered my asshole around her bright blue dick. Neither of us undersand the physics, but this apparently resulted in unmitigated clitoral pleasure for Estrella. So, I picked up the pace, sliding up and down as far as the length of the cock would let me. I think it pleased Estrella greatly when I bent way over so she could watch her cock disappear in my ass.
After she had my ass for a while, I had her pussy twice in fairly rapid succession. While it was some excellent fucking, I can't say that it was noteworthy. Mostly just assume the position, thrust, thrust more, thrust much harder, ejaculate. There was some evidence that Estrella actually ejaculated during our first round of vag-pen sex. Well, when I say "some", I mean "rather a lot".
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Sorry Folks
Estrella and I have been mad busy with a cross-country move, switching jobs, and playing Grand Theft Auto to have explored much sexually.
It's just been the ol' in-out in-out.
But, very satisfying, that old standby.
It's just been the ol' in-out in-out.
But, very satisfying, that old standby.
Friday, April 25, 2008
End of Envy
For years, I have been envious of certain of my female friends and their ability to fruitfully masturbate for seemingly inhuman periods of time. I remember one girl telling me that she couldn't go for drinks because she had "an evening of masturbation" ahead of her. I couldn't imagine masturbating for an entire evening: I'd come once in the first twenty minutes, once again about forty minutes in, and then lose any semblance of an erection.
Yesterday, I was super bored. It was Masturbation Night anyway, so I figured I may as well start early. So, at about 1830h, I lubed up my ass and slid in my Aneros Progasm. Then I flopped out to watch and read porn.
I think that I spent about two hours "masturbating". It's in scare quotes since I played according to Hoyle and didn't touch my cock. In fact, I did my best to ignore its existence. I squeezed my balls, pinched my nipples, but let my cock be as it vacillated between hard and flaccid. Since the Progasm doesn't require an erection to function, it's actually pretty easy to keep it going for that long. You just have to stay in the mood.
I don't envy the girls anymore.
I had several peak experiences that might be called orgasms, if the definition of male orgasm weren't so inextricably linked to ejaculation. I remember at least three of them, although there may have been more. It doesn't feel like ejaculating, in so far as the pleasurable contractions don't come in a set. Just a single, powerful, pleasurable contraction that seems to set you up for the next one without actually triggering it. You have to do that with another squeeze of your anus on the Progasm. If you get the timing right, you can keep the chain going for quite some time.
The peakest of peak experiences even included fluid emission. Not semen, but prostatic fluid. I'd estimate that there was at least 80mL of it. The volume surprised me as much as it ever has a woman who suddenly discovered she could "squirt". It leaked down the shaft of my cock, pooling between my legs and crotch, filling my belly button, providing the nasty lube I used to stroke my cock to climax.
It was quite a mess.
Yesterday, I was super bored. It was Masturbation Night anyway, so I figured I may as well start early. So, at about 1830h, I lubed up my ass and slid in my Aneros Progasm. Then I flopped out to watch and read porn.
I think that I spent about two hours "masturbating". It's in scare quotes since I played according to Hoyle and didn't touch my cock. In fact, I did my best to ignore its existence. I squeezed my balls, pinched my nipples, but let my cock be as it vacillated between hard and flaccid. Since the Progasm doesn't require an erection to function, it's actually pretty easy to keep it going for that long. You just have to stay in the mood.
I don't envy the girls anymore.
I had several peak experiences that might be called orgasms, if the definition of male orgasm weren't so inextricably linked to ejaculation. I remember at least three of them, although there may have been more. It doesn't feel like ejaculating, in so far as the pleasurable contractions don't come in a set. Just a single, powerful, pleasurable contraction that seems to set you up for the next one without actually triggering it. You have to do that with another squeeze of your anus on the Progasm. If you get the timing right, you can keep the chain going for quite some time.
The peakest of peak experiences even included fluid emission. Not semen, but prostatic fluid. I'd estimate that there was at least 80mL of it. The volume surprised me as much as it ever has a woman who suddenly discovered she could "squirt". It leaked down the shaft of my cock, pooling between my legs and crotch, filling my belly button, providing the nasty lube I used to stroke my cock to climax.
It was quite a mess.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Unexpected
I just deleted a thousand words about an argument Estrella and I had last night. Said argument interrupted my plan of putting it to my lovely wife the moment I returned home. But, I couldn't characterize the argument in any coherent way: it was about two years of sexual psychology and routine, and no attempt to summarize did them the slightest bit of credit. So, instead, I'm going to talk a bit about how we argue.
We don't.
I cannot remember ever fighting with Estrella. We do not agree on lots of things, and we come to loggerheads on some issues. But, I don't believe that we raise our voices, throw things, or personally attack one another. We don't have proxy arguments: fighting about garbage removal responsibilities when we're really fighting about not getting enough affection. I do feel guilty of perpetrating a few acts of passive-aggression, but even those are mostly because I feel angry or hurt, and don't know why yet.
Instead of fighting, Estrella and I talk. Specifically, we talk like unicorn-petting, pot-smoking, crystal-wearing hippie lesbians. Lots and lots of "I feel" statements, plenty of listening, a fair dose of "right on; I get it". Speak, listen, and validate.
I've worked very hard to feel comfortable in these sorts of discussions. By nature, I tend to argue rhetorically, logically, cerebrally. The rational debate of objective issues was dinner entertainment while I was growing up. I'm mad good at it, too.
Enter Lilith: my highschool crush who, through a twisty road, wound up living with me for a few months about a year before I met Estrella. She was a psychology major, doing social work. I thought I could resist, but I wound up falling back in love (lust?) with her. And that created all sorts of drama. The one good thing that came out of that drama is that I learned how to state my feelings without making them somebody else's fault. She spoke that way, and refused to listen unless I also did so.
At first, I found it infuriating. After all, I'd spent my whole life treating such discussions as problems needing a logical solution. But I rapidly saw that it made communicating about emotional needs possible in a way I'd never imagined. I found that if I said "I feel angry when you..." instead of "you make me angry when...", it was possible to move beyond whether or not I should feel angry to how we could go about arranging a situation in which I didn't feel angry. I quickly found that communicating like this even works with people who don't respond in kind.
Despite coming to accept it, I still find this method of communication difficult. It requires considerable effort on my part to regulate my speech, to ignore the part of me that wants to spread the negativity around. It's made even harder when I don't even know what the fuck I'm feeling. I find it most difficult when I need (or want) somebody else to make a change for me; it feels hard to say "I feel angry when I find your panties all over the floor" and not follow it up with "so could you not leave them there?" Instead, I have to have faith that the person I'm talking to will hear my pain and volunteer either a change in behavior or a compromise. Luckily, most of the time, just making the listener aware of my distress helps dramatically in assuaging it.
The only downside to my hard-won skill at nonaggressively making my needs known is that it doesn't fit my "gender role". The other day, I made the mistake of expressing my emotional distress to my boss after he asked why I walked out of a meeting in which I'd been told I was uneducated. Instead of the validation I reflexively expected, he asked whether I was a faggot or a girl. I guess he'd have preferred that I just call the other guy an asshole.
It was the first time I've been conscious of the patriarchy harming, instead of privileging, me.
We don't.
I cannot remember ever fighting with Estrella. We do not agree on lots of things, and we come to loggerheads on some issues. But, I don't believe that we raise our voices, throw things, or personally attack one another. We don't have proxy arguments: fighting about garbage removal responsibilities when we're really fighting about not getting enough affection. I do feel guilty of perpetrating a few acts of passive-aggression, but even those are mostly because I feel angry or hurt, and don't know why yet.
Instead of fighting, Estrella and I talk. Specifically, we talk like unicorn-petting, pot-smoking, crystal-wearing hippie lesbians. Lots and lots of "I feel" statements, plenty of listening, a fair dose of "right on; I get it". Speak, listen, and validate.
I've worked very hard to feel comfortable in these sorts of discussions. By nature, I tend to argue rhetorically, logically, cerebrally. The rational debate of objective issues was dinner entertainment while I was growing up. I'm mad good at it, too.
Enter Lilith: my highschool crush who, through a twisty road, wound up living with me for a few months about a year before I met Estrella. She was a psychology major, doing social work. I thought I could resist, but I wound up falling back in love (lust?) with her. And that created all sorts of drama. The one good thing that came out of that drama is that I learned how to state my feelings without making them somebody else's fault. She spoke that way, and refused to listen unless I also did so.
At first, I found it infuriating. After all, I'd spent my whole life treating such discussions as problems needing a logical solution. But I rapidly saw that it made communicating about emotional needs possible in a way I'd never imagined. I found that if I said "I feel angry when you..." instead of "you make me angry when...", it was possible to move beyond whether or not I should feel angry to how we could go about arranging a situation in which I didn't feel angry. I quickly found that communicating like this even works with people who don't respond in kind.
Despite coming to accept it, I still find this method of communication difficult. It requires considerable effort on my part to regulate my speech, to ignore the part of me that wants to spread the negativity around. It's made even harder when I don't even know what the fuck I'm feeling. I find it most difficult when I need (or want) somebody else to make a change for me; it feels hard to say "I feel angry when I find your panties all over the floor" and not follow it up with "so could you not leave them there?" Instead, I have to have faith that the person I'm talking to will hear my pain and volunteer either a change in behavior or a compromise. Luckily, most of the time, just making the listener aware of my distress helps dramatically in assuaging it.
The only downside to my hard-won skill at nonaggressively making my needs known is that it doesn't fit my "gender role". The other day, I made the mistake of expressing my emotional distress to my boss after he asked why I walked out of a meeting in which I'd been told I was uneducated. Instead of the validation I reflexively expected, he asked whether I was a faggot or a girl. I guess he'd have preferred that I just call the other guy an asshole.
It was the first time I've been conscious of the patriarchy harming, instead of privileging, me.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sleep Sex
I frequently spend the first hour or so of consciousness in a horny funk. In fact, I find it essentially impossible to restrain such lustful thoughts when I wake up next to such a sexy, curvy woman. And I usually wake up at least half an hour before Estrella. That's plenty of time to work up a good head of lust.
It's the line of her hip as she sleeps on her side. It's running my hand along her thighs and feeling her reflexively wriggle in response. And, I admit it, I sometimes grope her while she's unconscious; I can't resist.
I frequently find myself deeply torn between letting her sleep so beautifully, and fucking her awake. Surprisingly, for two years of internal morning debates, letting her sleep has always won*.
It isn't really a lack of desire or consent--I want to, and she's reiterated her consent on numerous occasions. I just can't figure out how the hell to pull it off.
Keeping in mind that the goal here is for me to have my penis inside her before she wakes up, here are the practical difficulties that tend to stop me:
First, there's the issue of lubrication. She's asleep, and unless she's having a particularly hot sex dream, her pussy is likely bone dry. Trying to force my cock into that will only result in discomfort for all of us. Not to mention that the attempt would undoubtedly wake her up before I had the chance to get inside. I suppose that a bottle of lube on the nightstand might help. Of course, that means that when she does wake up, realizes what's going on, and starts generously secreting her own juices, the whole of our crotches will immediately end up a frictionless mess.
Then, there's the issue of positioning. Estrella tends to sleep on her side. Given the limits of anatomy, I don't think that I can successfully achieve entry in this position without her assistance. And rolling her over on her back, even if she didn't successfully resist, would probably wake her up. Naturally, when she sleeps on her back, she tends to have her legs tightly together--I don't know that separating them will be any less likely to wake her than rolling her over.
Finally, there is the issue of piss. My wife, like many humans I've met, usually needs to void her bladder upon waking up. This isn't normally a problem, since I'm not buried balls-deep in her quim. But it seems highly probable that Estrella would wake upon penetration, squeal, and then demand to be let up to pee. Not quite what I have in mind.
So, since I've noticed that we seem to have at least a few readers, do ya'll have any ideas for making spontaneous sleep sex work? Are my only options "drug her" and "tell her to pretend"?
*Well, fucking her awake did win once. But, she woke up while I was still shifting the comforter out of the way. That particular episode did nothing to help my confidence here.
It's the line of her hip as she sleeps on her side. It's running my hand along her thighs and feeling her reflexively wriggle in response. And, I admit it, I sometimes grope her while she's unconscious; I can't resist.
I frequently find myself deeply torn between letting her sleep so beautifully, and fucking her awake. Surprisingly, for two years of internal morning debates, letting her sleep has always won*.
It isn't really a lack of desire or consent--I want to, and she's reiterated her consent on numerous occasions. I just can't figure out how the hell to pull it off.
Keeping in mind that the goal here is for me to have my penis inside her before she wakes up, here are the practical difficulties that tend to stop me:
First, there's the issue of lubrication. She's asleep, and unless she's having a particularly hot sex dream, her pussy is likely bone dry. Trying to force my cock into that will only result in discomfort for all of us. Not to mention that the attempt would undoubtedly wake her up before I had the chance to get inside. I suppose that a bottle of lube on the nightstand might help. Of course, that means that when she does wake up, realizes what's going on, and starts generously secreting her own juices, the whole of our crotches will immediately end up a frictionless mess.
Then, there's the issue of positioning. Estrella tends to sleep on her side. Given the limits of anatomy, I don't think that I can successfully achieve entry in this position without her assistance. And rolling her over on her back, even if she didn't successfully resist, would probably wake her up. Naturally, when she sleeps on her back, she tends to have her legs tightly together--I don't know that separating them will be any less likely to wake her than rolling her over.
Finally, there is the issue of piss. My wife, like many humans I've met, usually needs to void her bladder upon waking up. This isn't normally a problem, since I'm not buried balls-deep in her quim. But it seems highly probable that Estrella would wake upon penetration, squeal, and then demand to be let up to pee. Not quite what I have in mind.
So, since I've noticed that we seem to have at least a few readers, do ya'll have any ideas for making spontaneous sleep sex work? Are my only options "drug her" and "tell her to pretend"?
*Well, fucking her awake did win once. But, she woke up while I was still shifting the comforter out of the way. That particular episode did nothing to help my confidence here.
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