Just another Wednesday morning

For those who are new to this blog or for the occasional visitor.
Over the past few years I have lost the ability to come. I still do but mostly when I am stimulated by Princess who licks my nipples while I jerk off. Princess gives great head but I don’t ejaculate. Reaching an orgasm during penetration is a rare event.
I do believe this ha to do with the fact I am very focused on Princess. Her pleasure is my pleasure.
Not ejaculating has a huge advantage. I not only stay hard for a long period of time but also stay sexually stimulated.
Horny. Hot.
Insatiable.
I’ll answer the question you’ve not asked. An orgasm obtained by manual labor, even with Princess’s help, is always a good one. Having an orgasm during penetration is like what the French say “la petite mort” or the little death.
Oh boy…

Tuesday, October 14, 2015
Much to my surprise Princess arrived at my place earlier than I had anticipated.
Lucky me.
She was very tired though and I immediately set aside any idea of playing. Even a gentle spanking would have been contra productive.

So I hugged Princess and kissed her and then offered her a glass of red wine. For a while we talked about mundane stuff. Work, kids. We let our minds wander and soon we discussed the recent (and past) shooting incidents in the US and weapons and the NRA. Swinging, polyamory and so on, we talked about it.
Just your regular couple.

“Care for a movie?”

“Sure Milord, what are we going to see?”
“I am currently in a Stephen King phase,” I told Princess.
Princess knows I have these moments.
“I am sure you’ll like this movie adaptation, Stand by Me.”
(After the death of a friend, a writer recounts a boyhood journey to find the body of a missing boy.)

Princess undressed herself and sat next to me, completely naked. Except for her collar.
Princess loved the story, the movie and afterwards I have some feedback. Hell, River Phoenix, what a loss. He is, in my humble option, the unknown James Dean of our generation.

We went to bed and made love. I know, it was mostly very Vanilla but to my defense I must add I pinched an occasional nipple and pulled Princess’s hair a few times. Hell, that must count for something.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Princess got up at 7 and I kissed her and fell asleep again. Princess had to take care of her kids and drive them to school.
Someone get into the bed later on.
It felt like Princess so I carried on doing what I was doing: sleeping.

My painfully hard cock, pushing against Princess’s backside pulled me back into reality.

Princess and I made love/fucked for the next two hours. She was allowed to cum at will.

Then I pulled my hard cock out and pushed Princess away.
Grabbed a rubber and noticed how she smiled.
“Turn over, slut,” I hissed.
Princess did what I asked, pushing her backside up to me.

I know how she likes it.
Princess craves it.
Yet I don’t do it often. Only when I feel like it. Nobody wants Xmas every day.

I bit her.

Biting again

Fiercely in her shoulder blades.
While I fucked her ass, an arm around her throat.

Then pushed her away again, got rid of the rubber and turned Princess over on her back.

Fucked her.
“Thank you, Milord,” she said. It sounded like a broken record. Princess’s orgasm had become a chain reaction.

“Please, stop,” she sighed, “I can’t anymore.”

My god, my cock was hard and throbbing and my mind was telling me to fuck.
And fuck.

“Straddle me, slut.”
“Yes Milord.”
“Fuck me and deserve your orgasm.”
“Yes Milord.”

Princess rode me, fucked me, thinking about her own orgasm as I had asked.

She was a slave, trying to do everything to pleasure me. To pleasure herself.

Princess made a horny show out of it.

I could see her lips, wet hands almost, sliding up and down my shaft.

Princess’s juices running over my thighs, between my balls, maddening.

“Ooooh…,”  an orgasm, then she lied down on my chest, her head on my shoulder.
Panting, sweaty.

I held her in my arms while moving my pelvis up and down in a relentless pace.

Sucking up the scent of sex in our room, the stickiness of her skin and the cold wetness of the bed linen.

Vaguely I heard Princess thank me for yet another orgasm, a flood of thank you’s in fact.
I did not care anymore.
I was tumbling in my avalanche.
Fantasy and the breathtaking scent of our sex.

I felt it, deep in my balls.

Then it came.
An intense spasm, increased heartbeat and a zillion small hands caressing my balls.
Yes, it came.
I ejaculated, deep in Princess’s core.
I could barely whisper an inaudible ‘thank you’.
Then I felt my tears
I cried.
For a moment I died.
O my god.

Princess kissed me.
Held me.
Told me how much she loved me.
That finally was all that mattered.
Princess love for me.

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