Checkout

Checkout
Keys, check.
Wallet, check.
Reusable grocery bags, we're not really green but we try, check.
Plug firmly in my ass, check.

"Ready dear?" I ask.

"Yep, lets go." 

Grocery bags in tow we load into the car.  

I generally don't care for going grocery shopping, a subject of some angst earlier in our marriage.  The solution still surprises me to this day.  I guess one should never underestimate the benefits of an 11oz metal butt plug, a stiff suspension, and a road perpetually under-construction. 

In addition, my better half has taken to rubbing my cock through my pants during the drive to see how hard she can make me before we arrive.  At best I show up hot, horny and hard having had my ass pummeled by the road and my cock rubbed raw.  At worst her ministrations take me too far and I end up with a heavy load of cum soaking into my lap.  In which case I stay in the car to marinade and she has to shop alone, so it is a fine balance.

I don't cum this time, but lord knows I wanted too. Nearly did but when the rhythm of my breathing changed, my wife eased up. Treacherous spouse, I don't think she wants to shop solo this time.  

Shopping is uneventful, it's usually the there-and-back that I enjoy.  We make our rounds through the various aisles, selecting our items and seeing the occasional familiar face. 

Being in public while sporting a sex toy is always a thrill.  There is the the taboo what-if-we-get-caught sensation but I also can't help wonder, if I am walking around with lovingly filled rear, I wonder what someone else here might be doing.

Eventually we end up in the produce section, for the second time.

"Did we forget something dear?" I ask.

"I wanted to get something for desert."

Looking at the broccoli, cabbage and brussels sprouts on display I hope she's joking.  

"We already picked up shortbread and berries, do you want something from the pastry counter?" I offer hopefully.

"No, they have what I want here." She replies, picking out a yellow squash, testing it for ripeness.

Pausing in consideration, she looks over at me, "Do you think you can take this?"

Ever striving to be the considerate husband, I take the squash and begin putting it in the cart.

My wife starts laughing.

"What?", I ask.

Leaning closer still laughing she says, "I meant, do you think you can take that in your ass?"

"Ohhhh," red faced I reply, "Well it will be fun trying, but I think I can."

I guess we're shopping for biodegradable, 100% organic dildos.

"Let's see what else we can find." my wife says.

After about ten minutes of hefting, tapping, whispering and the occasional snicker we have a selection of three deserts. One squash, one zucchini and a cucumber that in the corporate world one would call a stretch goal. 

Checking out at the register can be an amusing affair when one's purchases are multi-purposed.  I wonder if the cashier recognizes the significance of the three individually wrapped vegetables separated from our other produce. She keeps smiling at my dearest, maybe she thinks the all-natural phalli are for a more conventional deployment. We have a less-than-conventional household. 

Love

Here is something that started rattling around in my head last night. I was feeling a bit disconnected (alone/isolated) and started thinking about the boundary between love and sex. In essence I was wondering what a woman might say to a man who needed to feel love.

I wish I was a better writer to express these ideas. Hopefully that is something that improves with practice. Given my limitations, I would ask you to read this slowly, perhaps out loud as there are a few things going on here that can get lost in scanning. To varying degrees, each line has meaning beyond it's text.

A Woman's Love

Men often confuse love for sex
Women often confuse sex for love

My love can be hard to find
I wear my love with honesty 
I want you to know my love

My love is long
My love is wide
You kneel for my love
My hands in your hair
My love takes your breath away
My love holds you speechless
My love wants more of you, all of you

You need my love inside you
My love enters you slowly, sweetly
My love is patient
My love lies deep within you
I want you to feel my love

Our hearts in rhythm 
Our bodies in motion
My love fills you
My love opens you
My love moves you

Your love is hard
Your love builds, sways
Your love aches for release
Your love spills forth
Your love covers your heart
I can touch your love
Your love is warm
You say your love is salty, even bitter
I can taste your love in your kiss

My love leaves you shaking
My Love remains

Our love binds us, connects us, fulfills us

9to5

"There is nothing more unfortunate than a cute butt just sitting around doing nothing."

Or so my wife says.

It's something along the philosophy of, "If you don't have my cock in your ass, then there should be something filling the void."

Fortunately it's a void I love having filled.

9to5
Meeting her at home after our work day, "Hi honey! Bend over for me." The front door just closed behind me, I'm still carrying my briefcase wearing my jacket and tie.  She arrived home only moments before me. Still in her office attire, she comes around the corner holding a shiny metal plug with a drop of lubricant on the tip. Smiling, I set down my brief and turn around, unfastening my buckle and pants in the process. 

"Hi dear, how was your day?", I ask finally getting my boxer shorts down and leaning forward to grip the door frame.

"Busy", she replies from behind me. Without hesitation, she reaches underneath to stroke my cock, pulling it between my legs toward her. 

I love being handled like this.  My cock pulled back, her hand pumping up and down, each rise of her fist lifting my balls and dropping again.  Her grip feels so good I drift off for a moment and inhale sharply as her other hand places the cold metal against my anus.

"Cold?", she asks, twisting the plug against my ass to spread the lube around.

"A bit," I reply "more so than I was expecting."

"You'll warm it up soon enough." she says.

I hope so.

Still stroking my cock she pushes the plug forward, meeting resistance. Not that my ass isn't well trained, my wife makes sure of that.  The cold metal causes my muscles to contract a bit, creating a delicious strain against the insistent toy.

"Open up dear."

I exhale my breath, willing myself to relax.  Within a few moments the head of the toy slides past my resistance and settles inside. Its flared base is also chilly and I feel the coolness spreading throughout as my body tries to warm up the plug.  

Her hand still stroking my cock, I feel my wife's fingers reaching around the base of the toy.  A pulling sensation tells me the plug is about to come out.  Slowly but inevitably, she draws out the toy, its head stretching me from the opposite direction as it clears my opening.

Without hesitation, she pushes it back in.  Sliding in much quicker this time and settling into place.

"Much better." she comments, "Comfortable?"

"Mmmhmm" I mutter, my concentration focused on the combined sensations linking my cock and ass.

In one strong motion I feel her pull firmly on my cock, tightening her grip, squeezing the shaft.  I jerk as a fingertip grazes the tip of my cock.

Releasing me she says, "Okay, would you like to change before we run to the grocery store?"

Sighing pleasantly, I pull up my pants, struggling to fold my hard cock back into my boxers. I can already feel the metal plug warming to my body, its weight filling me pressing lightly against my prostate.

"Sounds good to me." I say, turning around. 

Sliding her finger into my mouth, rubbing the precum against my tongue she smiles.

"Great, we'll get the rest of this later"

I can't wait.

Kami Tora

Added the Kami Tora Fan Club to the blog roll. I first encountered this artwork at StraponPeople.com and am a great fan of the work. Lots of interesting content for many kinds of active imaginations. As a amateur writer, I am a bit envious of those who can express their ideas visually.

The shower

It's been a while friends, had some personal stuff really get in the way. The good news is, I've been writing and have a few things to share. Here is a short one.

The shower

In the background, I hear the shower turn off. The sound of water pouring out of shower head diminishes to a few intermittent drips followed by the rasping sound of a curtain drawing back.

The rustling of a towel, a faucet running intermittently.

My subconscious processes the activities around the corner without my attention.  I'm far too engrossed in my book, lost in my own imagination.

A short time later a door opens.  The smell of humidity and soap rolls down the hallway to my perch on our bed.  Head down, scanning line after line I hear footsteps coming toward the bedroom.  The footsteps stop and I eventually notice a change in the light. 

Looking up I see my wife standing in front of me.  Turned away yet standing very close, she is looking over her shoulder wearing a patient smile, and nothing else. 

My wife is beautiful.  5'8" athletic, smooth skin, gorgeous blond hair, and incredible pale blue eyes.  And yet much of this is lost on me at the moment.  Instead, I am captivated by what is immediately in front of me, something that can be describe as nothing less than a perfectly shaped rear.

Without hesitation I lean forward, pressing my lips to one cheek of my wife's beautiful rear.  I hear an exhalation above me, as though my wayward kiss prompted a sense of relaxation for the woman I love. 

One kiss follows another and another, progressively wetter and less refined at each iteration.  With each passing kiss she subtly and slowly juts her hips toward me, whether intentional or not I can not say nor do I care. Eventually I abandon the pretense of kissing altogether, drawing my tongue from the bottom to the top of each delicious globe.  My world is soft, smooth, wet.  Although I feel the pressure building in my hardening cock, my attention is riveted to the object of my affection.

My wife's legs spread wider as she leans forward and away from me in earnest. Her left hand braces against our dresser.  Her head down, eyes closed, right hand slowly moving to between her legs.

My licks and kisses begin to develop purpose.  Slowly, with each passing swipe of my tongue I move inward toward the divide between my wife's beautiful cheeks.

Her body begins to vibrate slightly as she starts to rub herself in tight, controlled circles.  I hear her gasp as my tongue reaches its first destination, the delicate channel at the top of her rear.  I tease her sensitive skin, flattening my tongue first and then bringing it to a point.  A light touch followed by a heavy, wet stroke; moving my head back every so often to blow a cool breath of air followed by a warm mouth.

Slowly, inevitably I work my way lower.  Each lick taking me closer to my goal.  I take my time, trying to match my wife's level of arousal as her jilling increases in tempo.

A moan snaps me back to reality.  I made it.  The first whisper of a touch between my roving tongue and my wife's anus is all that is needed to elicit an audible reaction. The same number of nerve endings as a woman's clitoris or a male's glans, and its all mine.

In glancing circles at first followed by wide, flattened swipes, I begin to stimulate her in earnest.

I love it, hands on her hips, my face buried in her ass my world becomes very simple.  I see nothing, I hear nothing, my only thought is the steady rhythm between my tongue and her ass.

The vibrations of her body increase.  I can feel the change in tempo.  Faster. Much faster.  My tongue responds, matching her pace.  Flicking, darting, licking.  Her hand must be a blur between her legs as my warm, wet world begins to shake. 

A gasp, then a moan, and finally silence.  

Slowly I lift my head from my wife's perfect rear.  My face wet, covered from my own explorations.  My neck hurts and we both are breathing hard.  I lay back on the bed to ease the tension in my shoulders from crouching over for so long.

Eyes closed, I feel her fingers brush my lips.  After a moment, they glide into my mouth and across my tongue. I suck them clean, savoring the flavor until they slide out.  A few moments later the fingers return, renewed with my wife's taste.  Twice more she feeds me the spoils of her orgasm that we both worked so hard to commit. Each time I suck and lick, an expression of contentment on my face.

Finally, regrettably, the fingers are gone.

I lay on the bed, eyes closed, all thoughts of my book forgotten as I drift on.

In the background, I hear the shower turn on.

Quite a nice ride

Have you ever had one of those evenings where you started at point A, ended up at point B and were not all to sure about how you got there? Bouts of alchohol induced silliness aside, it's often a surreal experience and much like my Monday evening. Within an hours time, we went from watching reruns of The Office to having me on my knees begging my wife to pound me harder. For the life of me, I can't recall how it started! But here is what I know occurred...
Somehow, between reading on the bed and watching tv, our evening conversation turned to discussing large cocks. I have no idea how and it's driving me nuts. Regardless, I told A. that the largest cock I was aware of belonged to a fellow named Mandingo in the porn biz. I am sure there are others, but frankly the only cocks I really pay attention to are mine and the ones my wife straps on. Since A. had never heard of him, I grabbed my nifty netbook, pulled up Tube8 and within a few moments we were watching an impressive display of length, width and a variety of women accomodating both.
"I just don't think I could handle something like that", my wife said, "Much less enjoy it."
"It is impressive", I added.
The scene we were watching changed to a petite woman kneeling between Mandingo's legs trying valiently to throat as much of his cock as she could, with some success.
"She looks like she enjoys that", A. observed.
"I like it too", I said looking up from the screen.
"You like sucking big, thick cock?", she asked in a playful tone
I decided to deadpan. "Very much so", I said "but only if it's yours."
A. smiled at me and we watched the scene in front of us for a few more minutes.
"Why don't you go take a shower."
"Huh?", I asked, my usual perceptive self.
"Go take a shower and when you get back, I'll have something for you."
In my opinion, showering before a evening of "unconventional intimacy" is pretty much like any other shower with one exception: you spend a few extra minutes at the end fingering your ass with soapy and then rinsed fingers, which is exactly what I did. It serves two purposes, the first obviously being to ensure cleanliness and the second to better relax and aclimate for the activities ahead. Arousal at the act of riding ones fingers is a nice side benefit.
Coming out of the bathroom and entering our bedroom I saw A. lying on the bed wearing a camisol and sporting our second largest strapon cock. It's a nice purple model about 1.5 inches in diameter and 8 inches long.
"I thought this would be appropriate for you given how long it's been since I fucked you."
"It's perfect", I replied, watching the protruding cock between my wife's legs sway left to right as she shifted about, lying on her back.
"Come here", she said and pulled me on top of her. My face was directly over hers, my arms and legs supporting me on either side of her body, and my cock hanging down to bump against her longer, always hard shaft.
I gave A. a kiss on the lips, smiled and started to slide down her body until my mouth was directly over the head of her toy.
"You do like sucking cock don't you?" she asked.
I simply grinned and lowered my head until my lips wrapped around her shaft. I made a show of licking the shaft from top to bottom, popping the head in and out of my mouth, and sucking up and down the sides, everything I could remember from the clip we had watched earlier. I took her cock as deep as I possibly could until the gag reflex hit me. Eventually I took A.'s hands, wrapping them in my hair and compelled her to fuck my mouth. Fuck me she did. Gripping my hair, she would pull me down and thrust upward, impaling her cock deep in my mouth cutting off my air. Over and over again my head bobbed, scalp aching, gasping for breath, my jaw was getting sore, and I was in heaven. It's one of those things I lack the ability to articulate, but the harder she used my mouth and the more fucking my throat endured, the more content I was. Abruptly she pulled my mouth off her cock and held my head level with one hand. In what seemed like slowmotion A. grabbed
her cock and slapped it against my lips. Holding my head in place, she repeatly flogged my mouth and face with her cock. Once the toy dried off she shoved it back in my mouth and popped it out again to repeat the process until my lips were tingling and my face was cover in my own saliva.
A. pulled me up to kiss her and as our lips met I felt our cocks collide between us. Propping myself up onto one knee, I looked down to see her ever-vertical member nudging the underside of my balls. As if reading my mind, A. gripped her cock and manuevered it around to lightly slap my balls. I couldn't help but flinch in response.
"Did that hurt?" she asked, clearly concerned. Light s&m is my thing, not so much hers.
"I don't think so, do it again", I rasped. Yes, it did hurt, but the twisted pleasure of having my wife assult my balls with her thick cock was too great to pass up.
Smack... Smack... Slowly but surely, my wife's confidence increased. She could see that I was enjoying her attentions and became more creative as she pummeled my hanging balls. Bending her cock toward her stomach a little further each time and then releasing it, pulling it to the left or right an swiping me from the side, even alternating her aim to strike each fragile orb in succession. Again, not something I can fully explain but I was in heaven even as my balls began to feel the effects of their ordeal.
"So are you ready to get fucked?"
"Definitely", I answered and we moved to a more conventional position with me on my knees and her kneeling behind me. As A. reached over to grabbed the lubricant, I turned and took it from her hands.
"Allow me, please"
I took decent amount of lube into my palm and covered my wife's cock as she kneeled above me. It's a small thing, but a powerful gesture in my mind for the recipient to tend to the implement of their penetration. Turning back around to face away from my wife, I made a show of applying the remaining lube from my fingers around, and a bit inside of, my opening.
Slowly but surely, my wife worked the head of her cock into my ass. Given the time it had been since she last sodomized me, we started slow but within a few minutes my wife began to fuck me in earnest. It had been a while since I had been taken that deep and at one point I asked A. to go easy for a bit. Within a few more minutes I had aclimated and asked her to fuck me for real. Gripping my hips, she drove her cock fully into my ass, sliding back a few inches and slamming deeper inside. Fuck it hurt, it felt like she was trying to shove her cock out of my mouth, and I loved every moment of it.
To be clear, I am a strong proponent that anal sex should not hurt or you are doing something wrong or too soon. That said, every now and then I want it to hurt. Not in a dangerous sense, but I want to know that I got fucked, that I was my wife's bitch, and that whatever she wanted to dish out I would take and ask for more.
Soon afterward I turned over and laid on my back, legs in the air, open and ready for my wife to finish me off. She didn't hesitate, shoving her lube covered cock right back inside me. She pressed down on the back of legs, driving my knees toward my shoulders and leveraging herself further into me. Her cock was DEEP, pounding me at a depth that exceeded comfort. I felt conflicted, loving the site of my wife breathing heavily on top of me, her hair hanging forward surrounding her face and the sweet pressure pulsing from my prostate throuh my cock versus the knowledge that my insides could only take so much more abuse. I wrapped my hand around my cock and proceeded to jack off under A.'s gaze.
"That's it baby, cum for me. Be a good little bitch and come for me while I fuck your ass. Such a good husband, such a good cocksucking husband with my hard cock in his ass."
She knew what buttons to push and I shot my cum all over my stomach, pooling into my belly button. Laying on my back I surveyed my situation as my wife's slick cock rested next to mine still dripping wih cum. I felt used, sore, and very much content.

Catching up!

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