He walks in the door from work wearing his uniform. It always turns me on to see him wearing it, the wheels in my mind start to spin uncontrollably. I want to make tonight special for him, we havent done what I'm thinking of in a while. I walk up meeting him at the door, reach up and place my arms around him, and kiss his soft lips. He always gets to me, its hard to let go, I love being near him. After a few minutes of kissing I ask, "How was work?" He simply looks at me and says, "Work." I take his hand and lead him to the dinner table, "Well I'm glad you are home. Dinner is ready." He sat down, I knelt at his feet taking his shoes off. After putting his shoes in the closet I returned, fixed our plates and took them to the table. I sat his plate down, he pulled out my chair )he is always such a gentleman(, I sat with my plate, and he returned to his seat.
Tag: Prostate
Sunday Session
Sunday night we were both exhausted, it had been a very busy weekend. When we shut the lights out it propelled our bedroom into blackness. I tilted the venetian blinds open to let the light from the street lamp on the corner into the quiet blackness that surrounded us. There is something very sultry about the yellow gold lamplight from the outside illuminating our bedroom.
At 11 pm when J and I got into bed the room was cool, dark, comfortable and still; there was no traffic outside. We had shed the heavy winter quilt and pulled a flannel sheet and cotton blanket out of the linen cabinet and spread it on the bed. The flannel was light but warm; it enveloped us as we warmed each other. It was a perfect night for sleeping.
I sleep naked, I always have. J shifts her sleepwear season to season. On warmer nights like that night she shed her long night gowns to sleep in one of my tee shirts, with her bare bottom exposed; it is so sexy. The shirt barely covers her butt and it is baggy and thin giving her the innocent semi nudity of a little girl. Yet unmistakably it revealed her mature body by draping over her breasts and nipples. As she came to bed the shirt allowed her breasts to jiggle underneath it, the friction of the fabric against her nipples caused them to harden and push against the fabric. Their hardness made them very visible. My cock stiffened at the sight of her.
Aless and more
Ok, lots more changes experiences in the last week or so. I have reached some kind of new level with my Aneros at this point. The orgasms…the portion that involves involuntary muscle twitching/spasming, I can now get at any time and even simulate.
I can contract my muscles so fast and so controlled that it is similar to having an orgasm at any time )with or without the Aneros inside(. This always causes a feeling of pleasure, and I believe I am stimulating my prostate even without the Aneros inside anymore this way )mainly due to being able to basically cause ejaculation only with muscle control and very little direct stimulation at this point(.
The best part is with the Aneros in though as you can literally target your prostate and stimulate it very quickly over a very long time. I progressed here through a variety of alternative positions. I started off on my belly thrusting down…this gives more of a bounce then from on the side, and allowed my bum to…twitch more, and have more freedom to move I guess. I think the largest factor though was just practice and having so many hours of involuntary twitching going on, I got used to continuing the twitching on myself in between orgasms )As the twitching is probably the easiest/best way to constantly stimulate the prostate that I have found, much better then kegels or thrusting(.
A Session Worth Writing About
Last night I was chatting with a female friend on line , it was one of those intimate conversations that went to the core of my erotic passion. It was not about explicit details of sexual anatomy but rather it was about sensual intimacy in sex. The more we talked the more my arousal bloomed and blossomed, like a flower in the morning sun. Only instead of petals opening my cock was hardening in response to the tender sensual mercy that she was whispering silently in the words on my computer screen. When we signed off I commented to her that I had already planned an MMO session but after the last hour of erotically incendiary conversation my cock was rigid and my mind was steaming and a hard MMO session was clearly in the cards.
I went upstairs and took my shower with my thoughts awash in the luridly tender intimacies that I had shared with her moments earlier. Resonating eroticism has an intoxicating effect on me. It is like a sensual veil that covers my body; unlike a drunken stupor that dulls my senses, this veil of erotic intoxication sharpens them and blots out all other conscious thoughts but ones of erotic pleasures. I spent a little longer soaping and rinsing my erection and anus than I usually do. The sensation of my hand tugging gently on my hyper-sensitized cock head sent chills up my spine. My warm soapy finger probing my anus and priming it for penetration later on caused it to contract and grip my finger with a desperate attempt to savor the sensation of intrusion. I resisted the urge to massage my cock and coax it to hurl a rope of steaming cum into the swirling water at my feet. I love to watch my cock spew cum as my cock head swells and pulses. I exited anticipating greater pleasure later on.
I Miss Aneros Girl
I was supposed to be with her all this week. I cancelled. Its complicated.
A friend recently said to me, kindly, " I don't pretend to understand your relationship with AG".
Kids, I don't pretend to understand it either.
She is a prostitute )in a country where it is legal(, an adept with Aneros or manual prostate massage, a mystic, and a kindred spirit. She fuccks like a tiger, and I fucck her back like a tiger; even among prostitutes this is rare for me.
I spent a weekend with her at her home recently. Met her two boys. Met several friends of hers. We had a blast. We made love in ways that were so tender and intimate…I simply cannot express to you how it was so different from the usual prostitute experience, it was way off the charts from that. And yet, that could just be the 'technique' she uses when she sees that a guy is hooked.
The terrible truth about sex with prostitutes is that then entire thing is based on lies and deception. My experience with prostitutes has taught me to be so cynical that, even if AG is the 14 Carat Gold Cast Genuine Article, I don't believe anything that comes out of her mouth…ever. And on some levels, that just stinks to high hell. And I hate it about myself….that I know this and am this person. But it's self-preservation.
Talk About Prostate Massage
So my mind had been running wild with fantasies for a couple of days and I decided to make a move. I approached my husband that morning and asked him what e had planned for the rest of the day. He didn't have much to do except get a haircut. I let him know that I'd like to have a little play time later. He smiled and agreed.
The Mystery of My Sexuality Part 3: Orgasm
April 19, 2014
This wonderful sexy trip I am on never ceases to deliver profoundly new erotic experiences. The combination of my expanded orgasmic ability and my newly discovered mindful sexual response has rewarded me with manifest new orgasmic experiences and profoundly intense pleasurable sensations. My ability to have MMO’s and my awareness of the subtle differences in the orgasmic sensations I experience is tantamount to the experience of looking into a kaleidoscope. Indeed MMO’s are as varied and beautiful as the tantalizing and rich colors and changing patterns in a kaleidoscope. Each orgasmic session I have reveals complex tessellations of new rhythms and rich colorful erotic visions that blossom in rich patterns of complex pulsing sensation. I can actually see the feelings of my orgasms unfolding and opening to reveal themselves in my mind’s eye as they tug and squeeze my cock, balls and prostate and milk hot steaming pleasure from them.
I am home alone for three days, a relatively uncommon occurrence. Naturally I pursued orgasmic pleasure last night. I prepped my peridise and inserted it in the condom and then slipped the entire package into my anus. My anal opening sucked it happily as a toddler sucks a new sweet lollipop. As I lay in bed I felt myself falling into an abyss of sexual pleasure. As I fell I did not feel a vast nothingness, instead I landed in the arms of a sensually euphoric scene. When I looked up I found myself looking into the sensual eyes of divine orgasm. The face was of the most beautiful woman I could imagine. She was a manifestation of the most serene and sensual thoughts I had ever had about a beautiful woman. She was naked and warm and she was there for me and me alone.
Anal Pleasure: My Sexuality Part 2
I have always found that there is something inherently erotic about being in a hotel alone. Don’t get me wrong, J and I have had some incredibly sexy times together but there is something decadent about being naked in a new place that is not home, and sexing myself up in quiet solitude as I view my body responding to growing arousal. Freed from any inhibitions I will murmur all types of lewd and lurid things and articulate all kinds of fantasies when I am sailing in chains of chilling ecstasy from cascading MMOs.
I have always masturbated in front of mirrors and watched porno when I traveled before. But ever since I have learned to MMO my solo trips have taken on a whole new dimension. I really look forward to the intimate alone time and the layers of complex, intense and chilling orgasms that I coax from my body in the dimly lit darkness of hotel rooms. Lying on my stomach with my anus exposed and penetrated by a ruthless instrument of sexual pleasure is not only lewd but it is vulgar and sensual as well.
In a Haze
It's been a while since I've blogged. I actually wrote a blog a week or two ago, but my Internet connection cut out and I lost the draft. I just didn't feel like rewriting it.
There haven't been any real big developments lately. Once in a while I still have a super-O or two, but sessions can be fine for me without them. I'm trying to dig deeper into different aspects of the experience. Specifically I'm trying to see if there's more to this haze I feel in my head when I have any type of Aneros inside or partially inside me. I can have a Peridise halfway in and already feel something starting in my head. The prostate isn't even being touched at this point.
It's a little like I have a head cold where my ears and equilibrium are affected. I'm not dizzy, but it sort of feels similar. I've tried getting lost in the sensation, but I don't seem to get too far. I can sort of separate myself from what is going on at the prostate, etc. The p-waves may come on their own or not, but I'm less actively part of the equation.
The biggest success I've had is using my mental focus when I'm beginning or in the middle of an orgasm. Focusing on the pleasure has really amplified it on a few occasions. Yesterday evening was probably the most intense sensation I've had during a super-O. Normally the duration of the pleasure is what makes a super-O so intense. Last night was probably the closest to having the sensation of a traditional orgasm during a super-O.
Quality Time
This entry will be very different. Some of you may not know but my dad also is a aneros user. He has had it for about 5 months now. He has the Progasm Ice and he loves it. There's a blog I wrote on how he discovered them and me using it and how he got hooked to the toy and why he even likes anal play.
We were suppose to be going on one of his business trips this weekend. But his comapny cancaled it and had to rescedue it. So instead of fun with dad while mom was at work we really had a indepth conversation about our sex lives and aneros experiences thus far. As you know I just celebrated my 1 year anniversary and he wanted to hear all about it. But I really wanted to see how he was doing and how he feels he has changed since buying th ty or does he feel any different at all. He began to tell me he oves it and that its a diffrent feeling then having the real thing up there. Oh yeah forgot to say thatdad is bisexual. Hasn't acted on any sexual intercourse with a man in years but still has those urges.