Getting Our Rocks Off

I woke up from my after lunch nap dreaming of the days when we enjoyed paddling and teasing each other toward a magnificent sexual end.

For me it was something like this. I can’t show the picture here, but if you were to copy this URL, then paste it in another tab and add ‘gif’ after the period, you would get the idea.

She would paddle and rub me until the Blue Veined Monster became alive. You know what I mean, when the veins are fully engorged and look ready to burst. Just another half stroke and I would spurt. She knew too and her hand would come off and the paddling would resume, There I would be in suspense. The paddle felt marvelous, but so did her hand. I wanted both. She would tease me several times before giving me the final stroke that would put me over the cliff. As my orgasm faded, I would start the feel the burn in my backside.

I did the same to her. The more she got reved up, the harder she wanted to be paddled. Several paddle licks followed by my fingers probing her delicate parts. Again and again. She would try to insert my arm in her up to my elbow it seemed.

I can’t show such pictures here. OBB would be banned for sure. But here is a milder version of the game we played with our crop. After she was well paddled.

I feel the way we did “it” was rather unique, especially as we could switch with each other. That seems to be rare. Considering how many call themselves Bi, these days, and that sure is switching, I wonder why we are so rare?

Red Hot and Randy

I see this on a Tumblr site this morning. It’s by Guy New York, his books are on Amazon.

“Can you hold these?” she said, handing me her panties.

Without thinking, I folded them and put them in my inside jacket pocket. They were blue and they were wet. She smiled at me with a grin that I hadn’t seen in a week, and I quickly realized that our plans had changed. There would be no dessert. There would be no after dinner drink. Most importantly, there would be no time to wait until we were home.

Alley, park, taxi, roof. The list shot through my head as I tried to figure out where we could fuck on our way home. What was the closest, safest, and cleanest place I could lift up her skirt and work myself inside her without anyone catching us? Correction, without anyone stopping us.

On the street my hand found her ass through her thin dress while she rubbed me through my linen pants with a purr. Phone booth, doorway, staircase.

Suddenly my list of acceptable places was changing faster than I could think. I felt like a drunk who didn’t mind pissing in the street. Hell, I felt like a drunk who didn’t even know there was a street.

I pushed her down four steps, around a corner, and into a somewhat darkened doorway just below street level. She managed to unzip me on the way down and I managed to lift her skirt. I turned her over the cold iron gate and I was inside her so quickly I had to cover her mouth. I pulled her to me with both hands, completely forgetting about the rest of the world, and her cunt was overwhelming. She was tight and warm, but more importantly I could feel her fucking heartbeat through my cock. I could feel her blood pulsing and her muscles tensing. Her lungs expanded, her toes clenched, and for the briefest moment there was no difference between us at all.

It was her cock and my breasts against the black metal. Our lips, our fingers, and our mouths tasted and touched as our one whole body shook with hope. When we came there was no air between us and no names to distinguish us. She groaned with my chords, and I held on with her hands as we exploded in light, cum, and love.

Back on the street the rest of the world didn’t appear to understand anything at all.

In the Minority

Once again, or should I say always, I am in the minority. I read that:

Simply having fantasies about people other than your partner are generally harmless: it’s thought 80 percent of us fantasise about someone else while having sex with our partner.

Stephen Stills wrote “Love the one you’re with”. And the one I am with has always been the one on mind.

If you are banging one person while thinking of another – that’s just cheating – you and your physical partner.

Toss the Mechanical Vibrators

I did a post a few weeks back about my desire to experience the orgasm of my partner in my brain.

I would love to be able to experience, even once, what a female orgasm feels like. Perhaps via a Vulcan mind melt males and females could experience what the other feels?

Well, it turns out Elon Musk may be bringing the capability to your home.

Neuralink could easily offer the “orgasm on demand”. Using Neuralink “the stimulation of pleasure centers could be used to heighten arousal and orgasmic sexual response”.

“If the pleasure responses of another person could be recorded by a chip, then that same pleasure experience could potentially be rewired into their partner, letting them know what their partner’s sexual pleasure feels like.”

Musk has said his company hopes to start implanting its chips in humans in 2022.

I wonder if you will be able to select an orgasm from a celebrity?

It did not mention if the love chemicals oxytocin, dopamine and norepinephrine would be released.

Remote Sex

Women have sex on the brain just as much as — if not more than — their male counterparts.  Researchers have identified the brain region linked to genital touch in women, finding that it is better developed in those who frequently get steamy between the sheets.

As part of the research, the female volunteers — between ages 18 and 45 — had their clitorises stimulated while their brains were scanned using functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI).

For stimulation, a small round object was applied above the underwear at the level of the clitoris. The device was vibrated eight times, for 10 seconds each time, interspersed with 10 seconds of rest.

Researchers asked the female volunteers how frequently they had had sex over the past year.

The results of the imaging confirmed that the somatosensory cortex region of the brain was activated in each woman when the device vibrated. The researchers then measured the thickness of that brain area — finding it was more robust in the female volunteers who reported having the most sex.

“We found an association between the frequency of genital intercourse and the thickness of the individually mapped genital field. In other words: The more sex, the bigger the region.

In another article, the small round object was revealed to blow air on the clit. So your hot breath on the clit could led to orgasm. No one told me.

In yet another article, the small round object was shown as a pair being offered for sale at the Las Vegas sex show. They are remotely controlled so lovers at a distance can stimulate each other.

Spanking machines can be remotely operated, so you can paddle then stimulate to orgasm your love in Boise while you are in Kansas.