Of Grooming the Nether Regions

I got a Brazilian waxing.

In case you wonder, yes I'm a man, and no it didn't hurt like the tales describe—or show on YouTube. And alright, not a full Brazilian, but a waxing of the ass at least.

The thing is, I have always very much disliked the hair around my anus. Years ago I got into the habit of shaving it. Actually, I believe She did it for me the first time, then I took over and have since been doing it consistently in the shower every few weeks. Shaving myself there while standing in the shower is actually easier than it sounds. The trick is to put my legs as wide apart as I can, bend over a bit, use one hand to pull my butt cheek opposite to the side I want to shave, and then I use my free hand to perform the deed. Note that my hair there tends to grow in a variety of directions, so I shave up, down and outward. Oh and I apply baby oil beforehand, which prevents irritation of the skin and leaves me nice and smooth, which I love.

At least that's how I used to do it, until She got a Brazilian waxing recently at a spa and we started talking about doing it for me. At first I was very skeptic, and reticent. Having a strip of warm wax applied to the gentle skin of my testicles and then have it ripped in a swift movement just did not seem like a great idea to me. (I have to say I still haven't attempted the experience, but I'm thinking about it, just for certain, small, very specific regions of my scrotum.) But the idea of getting rid of the hair around my anus sounded like a good one. Shaving in the shower is fine, but the hair just grows back so quickly, so I thought that having a solution that lasts longer would be nice. And besides, my skin there is not thin and stretchy like the skin on my scrotum, so I figured I could go through with it.

I have to say that grooming each other has become a fun and integral part of our relationship lately. We had always taken care of each other in some way. A long time ago She used to shave my scrotum and cock before I became comfortable doing it myself in the shower. Still every once in a while I would ask Her to do it just to get this special attention. I have shaved Her too on occasion. But recently this side of our relationship has grown to become something we really enjoy doing regularly. It's just a nice way to spend time together and to make sure our partner is the way we like. Plus, it's really great how conversations get started on any and all intimate topics when you have your face and a fresh blade inches away from your lover's genital area. Somehow, people don't hang out together naked much, just for the pleasure of it, outside of having sex, in which scenario you're usually too busy—or in some cases, bored—to take the time to observe your partner's body in great detail.

Over the years She has shaved me and I have shaved Her. Recently we have been plucking each other, usually more Her to remove the hair around my nipples because I really love when She sucks them in the heat of the moment. And so even more recently we moved on to waxing. I had never waxed anyone before, nor anything for that matter, so She taught me how to shave her legs and subsequently her armpits. I have to say I didn't really enjoy this that much. Maybe this isn't surprising, but when She finally let me shave her pussy, that's when I really got the hang of it and I started really liking it.

When it came to Her waxing my ass, I had seen some videos where guys were getting a Brazilian and it seemed really painful, but I wasn't afraid or anxious. In fact the first time She did me we had a great time chatting about this and that as She did her thing back there. You see, I was on my knees and chest, my fully exposed ass dangling in the air. That was a new step in our relationship. For obvious psychological reasons, presenting your ass to your wife this way is not an immediately easy thing to do. I felt revealed and vulnerable, and I'm thinking, who wouldn't. I remember thinking this is a little bit how it feels, from an emotional point of view, to be a woman getting fucked from behind. But then I realized that I couldn't grasp at all what it would physically feel like to have a vagina and have a hard cock enter it. I generally think I have good sensitivity regarding the female experience, but that first time getting shaved was not one of those occasions.

Letting her see me like this and letting Her wax me there definitely felt like a new point in our relationship. She started slowly with small strips and I was really happy with the relatively low level of sensations the wax removal was triggering. I didn't think it was going to be excruciating or anything like that, but what it turned out to be was not bad at all. I didn't even cringe or yell or anything, so She waxed my ass completely and the sensation of hairlessness afterward felt really really good.

So good in fact that I had Her wax me again several weeks later when hair started coming back. This second time however we started with me lying down on my back and bringing my legs toward my chest, and I found out that this position is much more painful for me. I can't explain why, but after a few strips of wax that really hurt, I couldn't deal with it anymore and I went back to the knees and chest position, and then I was alright. The only thing I can come up with is that on my knees I'm better able to hold my skin really taut. In any case I'm glad I know of a way that works well for me.

I'm even starting to look forward to my third waxing session coming soon.

Promiscuous

What an awesome post by AAG and Heidi. This is my blog response. And please I feel silly tonight, so this is all tongue in cheek—although in pussy would be lovelier, and my Goodness it's so late what am I doing up at this hour.

So now we pose the question to you, our readers. We need two separate words for people who are promiscuous: One for those who have lots of sex that is damaging and disrespectful to mind and body, and another for those who have lots of sex that is fun, awesome, and life affirming.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

I was talking about this very topic with Her a few weeks ago. She was initially going for promiscuous as a negative thing and I was trying to make the case that there is nothing intrinsically negative in this word, but the New Oxford American Dictionary stubbed my nub in the bud. Wikipedia also argues that some sexual behaviors are socially acceptable and others are promiscuous. That did make me wonder if "socially acceptable" is really how we should describe activities such as BDSM and swinging, but to remain on topic, it's not unlike the word slut, said I. See exhibit A, The Ethical Slut, which reclaimed the word slut as an affirmation of the enjoyment of sex by women. And exhibit B, The Vagina Monologues, which eloquently makes the case that cunt is a beautiful—and delicious, my take—word, as much as the very body part it designates.

So what are we to make of promiscuity, reclaim it as something fundamentally enjoyable, or let it fully assume its dark identity?

I say promiscuity is good, just like fucking and sluttiness and all those other sexual words that have acquired such a negative baggage. Truth is, whether these things are good or bad depends much more on who is holding the schtick, so to speak, than anything else. Also note that Europeans tend to use the word fuck much more liberally, without as much of the heavy darkness attached to it. What was that movie years ago that took place in Ireland with a 10 year-old boy saying fuck every other sentence? And I loved the scene in Once where the Girl—we literally never find out her name, look it up—candidly declares her "hoover" to be "fucked".

Promiscuous doesn't have nearly as much baggage as fuck, or cunt for that matter, and since we love to ask our lover to love us harder by saying "fuck me" for all the naughtiness that it adds to the spicy flavors of an encounter, then it follows that promiscuity has similar potential and should be at least as easy to assimilate into our love games. Can't you hear yourself, in the heat of the moment, susurrating softly to your sweaty sweetheart just how promiscuoooouuussss you have been? Mmmm, well, no Christmas present for you, bad girl you, but please do tell me more about those alleged adventures in the sheets why don't you, as I drive my schlong or my tongue—pick your gender—deeper into your lovely mmmound.

I also like the "pro" in promiscuous. Pro is good, a pro is somebody who knows their schtuff, being pro-something is being in agreement with it. So if we accept this premise, that pro-miscuous is good unless proven otherwise, what are we to call less discriminate activities performed with lack of respect, honesty and condoms? The "miscuous" part comes from the latin "miscere" which means "to mix". Mmm yes, mixing it up is good—as I'm sure you'll agree, given your readership of the aforementioned blogs as well as this one—but for someone less inclined to pursue these primal pleasures with a sense of honor vis-à-vis their significant mates, what are we grammatically left with? Well, I surmise that "anti" is the proper opposite of "pro", although anti-miscuous would imply someone who doesn't like to mix it up, which is contrary to our defining goal.

Let me plunge into the musical world to borrow a word I've always liked—I'll bring it back promptly, I promise—cacophony, which designates a discordant mixture of sounds. The prefix "kakos" is from the Greek for "bad". To me that sounds about right. A bad, discord generating sexual behavior involving a mixture of blinded partners. Hm, yeah.... kakomiscuous, now that has a bit of a hard, non-harmonious cachet as it rolls off the tongue wouldn't you say?

Matinée

I'm late in posting this but I wanted to follow up on my previous post about Blue Artichoke and their movie Matinée that I ordered.

As I thought this is a nice short film with a realistic plot that incorporates real, non-simulated sex. Forget Red Shoe Diaries! The storyline is of two theatre actors who hope to add spark to their stage performance. I can't reveal anything not to spoil the movie for you, but She and I really enjoyed it. There should be more movies like this. From the DVD extras we found out that the actors are real actors who had never done any explicit sex scenes before, and this really shows, not because the scenes are less hot, but because they are approached differently. And that's really the thing that struck me the most, that even though sex is sex, the way it is filmed and performed is very different from anything else I had seen before. I don't know if I would call it more artistic or less porn-like or what, but I think it is definitely worth seeing if you're curious.

Our only qualm with the movie was really that it is too short. We would have liked to see more of the actors and more of what happens to them. I understand Blue Artichoke is a small company though, and we need to encourage films like this.

Bedding as Many Women

She recently found a long lost friend through the magic of social networking. Her friend is a lesbian and from what I know has been so for pretty much her entire life. They wrote back and forth catching up on things, until the subject of our opening up and my wife's recent exploration came up, which triggered a lovely and interesting conversation between them.

This eventually culminated in her friend categorically claiming her belief in, and I'm quoting my wife, "bedding as many women as she can". The interesting part of this statement is that this friend has been in a relationship for a few years with a woman, and she said she still wouldn't hesitate to have sex with another woman.

If a man were to make such a statement, he would be seen by some as an example of virility and manliness, but a woman stating so bluntly her interest in sex risks being labeled as a slut, and not in a good way. While I did wonder why my wife's friend doesn't express to her girlfriend that she wants an open relationship—and at this point she may well have but maybe she was turned down, I don't know the constraints of her relationship—I did find refreshing and interesting how she went on the explain her statement. She basically said that she loves sex and making love with another woman is just an amazingly beautiful experience. It is so delicious that she believes in affirming yourself and sleeping with as many women as you can.

I can't disagree with her. On the contrary, I love women, I find them beautiful, inside and out, and if I could get away with it, would I sleep with as many women as I could? Well, to be honest with myself, I would have to say yes I would. But this got me wondering what effect it would have had on my wife if I had told Her that I believe as a life principle in having sex with as many women as possible because they are so beautiful and the experience is so amazing. Would this go over well? A few years ago, surely not. Even last year, I don't think we were in a place where this kind of statement would have been a good thing. Now that She and I have opened up, it's not necessarily easier to say something like that, but the stage of honesty is set to be used.

So there I said it, I agree with her friend, and Honey if you're reading this—which is a certainty—my thoughts apply to you too: I think you should bed as many women as you can. It's just too bad that in practice this isn't easily done. Makes you wish we were Bonobos doesn't it? :)

Discovering New Feelings

We did quite a bit of reading and talking before She and I actually started opening up our relationship. There are so many great blogs and books out there, written by people who are in every stage of open relationships. As much as I already knew this kind of alternative life existed, reading about these firsthand experiences enlightened me of the possibilities. It's not just that there are couples experimenting with different ways to pursue—and find—happiness, but that it's much more common than most people think, that it's not just about the sex, and that there is really high quality writing and thinking in many of these blogs. In some ways conversely, I found all this to be really confirming in my previously undeveloped beliefs that it's possible to step out of the mold and find true happiness.

Now that She and I have started to open up, I'm realizing that opening up is not entirely what I thought it was before. I remember thinking how big a step it was for two people in love to stop putting up emotional fences at the boundaries of their relationship and to start letting other people in more freely. It seemed like an almost daunting proposition, one that up until even a few months ago, I wasn't sure She and I would even attempt.

Then we read Jenny Block's intimate and straightforward book Open and that's when I started to get an inkling of what opening up was actually going to mean for me and for us. The fact is, being open can mean a whole spectrum of different things to different people, and that's really the point. The one size fits all mold of marriage and monogamy doesn't work for everyone. As I see it, people are not static. People evolve, grow, discover new interests, and the very nature of an open relationship matches this need for healthy change that we feel. This may sound like a cliché but it's especially true in this context: an open relationship is a journey, not a final state. Opening up means forever being on the lookout for what makes you happy at every particular moment, and finding ways to integrate this into your married life with honesty and respect.

And you know, while I do realize I only have a few months under my belt, so far it has not been as drastic a change as I thought it would be. On the contrary it feels good, comfortable and natural. I feel like I am revisiting the discovery beginnings of our relationship all over again. It's a bit like drawing a clean slate and restarting to learn about who each other is. We get to re-negociate the arrangement of our relationship. For anyone who is currently or has been caught in a deadlocked and unhappy marriage, I know this must sound very liberating, and it is. I have found myself wishing we could start over before, and it is amazingly hard to do. It is so hard in fact, that I could not tell you how it happened for us. The process did involve lots of reading, talking, seeking outside help, and unfortunately the seemingly inevitable arguments and misunderstandings. But in the end I am so grateful we are now at this renewal and rediscovery stage.

This can be counter-intuitive but being more honest about our interest in other things and other people outside of our relationship and usual life is really making a difference and so far has made She and I much happier than following the socially acceptable recipe which we had been following for over ten years. We both feel very good and happy, more so than in a very long time.

This emphasizes the importance of communication. I had heard before how communication was overrated, that couples spend too much time talking, and I thought I partially agreed with that. Basically, while I thoroughly enjoy the communication part in a relationship, I thought that you need more than communication to make a relationship good. But in the light of the last few months, I really understand much better now what communicating really means. There is communicating and then there is communicating. And communicating in an open relationship is truly important. It involves a great deal of honesty, not only with your spouse but foremost with yourself. We are so used to making ourselves fit in the marriage-monogamy mold, it seems we have untrained ourselves to listening to what makes us truly happy. Thoughtfully recognizing all the little things that you do and that you are takes a great deal of humility and honesty, but the rewards in sharing it with your spouse are simply wonderful. For me, knowing that She knows exactly who I am and that nothing is hidden is a really powerful happiness trigger.

Recently She met another woman that She had a first introductory experience with. Far from feeling insecure or overly curious, I instead have been feeling a new kind of profound joy. This is something I have discovered in this journey, that as we are experiencing new things as a couple, there are new feelings that I am feeling which I find very interesting and exhiliarating. Some of these feelings involve butterflies in the stomach and deep love for Her. Others relate to a sense of caring and protection toward Her that I never quite felt in this particular way before. It's all rather difficult to put into words at this point, but I am very much enjoying these new emotions. They make me feel alive! And that's a huge benefit of our journey so far.

Resilience

Last week I finished taking Cipralex. I started taking it last year after a short but unsuccessful trial on Effexor. The reason my doctor and I agreed for me to go on antidepressants was that I was undeniably going through the hardest time in my life, with several things related to the foundation of a happy life being impacted all at once. Health, relationship, home, work, you name it, all the major items in a person's life were being impacted and one of my mistakes was that I took too long to recognize the extent of my hardship and to be able to get over my manly pride and ask for help.

Today I am happier than I have been in several years, and I am so grateful I found the strength and determination to go through everything, finding myself victorious at the end of such a dark tunnel. I can't even start to explain how hard things were, nor why. Just know that what I went through was beyond anything I had imagined ever experiencing and that I find myself very lucky to have emotionally survived it. In any case, I am resolutely living in the present and looking to the future with the recent progress She and I made in my back pocket.

The process of diminishing the dose of Cipralex I was on went pretty smoothly overall and I'm happy about how it went. I only had a couple days where I felt anxious and experienced some struggles, but I was able to shake it off and I found it exhilarating to see how I was able to bounce back the next day.

Last week I stopped the medicine completely and I thought I was home free. Until yesterday. Yesterday I felt really bad, morose and upset. To put it bluntly, I felt like crap. I felt like this hardship had grabbed me by the balls again and that it was almost futile to try to hope getting away from it. I knew better of course, but for those of you who went through that, you know how convincing these bouts can be. Sure there were some triggers that elevated the stress level, but my emotional reaction was a sharp plunge that I now think was harder than it should have been.

Today I sprung back. Today I pushed back the pain and the hurt away, again and hopefully forever. Today I am affirming my new place in my own life. Today I am saying that never again, never again will I let my life become such a burden of pain, never again will I let myself fall off the tracks so hard. Today I am a better man than I ever thought I could become. I am strong, I am intelligent, I am fearless. After what I went through with Her at my side, I know more than ever who I am and what I want. I have strength and resilience, I have love and endurance. I know what it took to get here and I will not go back to the dark places my mind inhabited for too long a while. Depression can try all it can muster to get me back, I am not going back, I am better than anything it can throw at me, I am full of will and hope.

Never again will any pain bring me down to my knees. Ever.

River of Juice

We had been sitting on the bed and chatting for a while. The conversation had covered the familiar daily topics, letting us reconnect after a day of rest for Her and a usual day at the office for me. But what was on my mind was sex, especially regarding the exciting events of the prior weekend, and that was necessarily a topic that we kept coming back to. That was Monday night and I was imaginatively horny.

Aside from discussing her first time kissing another woman and everything that went on during her little escapade, we talked about how She loves, in her own words, to be objectified. This is something She had mentioned to me a few times lately, something that She recently realized about herself and I think something She has only recently been able to honestly recognize regarding her sexuality. That night I asked more questions about it, trying to understand better how being objectified turned her on and what kind of situation made her feel objectified. I was working on an idea, even though She didn't know it yet.

In a way, it was all her fault that I was this horny, what with all this woman to woman kissing and all, so She had to follow with the consequences. Not that She minded, as we were both very turned on by all of this.

I did feel nervous. The plan I had imagined in my mind as we discussed was clear enough, and I knew the only thing left to do was to follow through with it. I was about to step out of my comfort zone. I'm an introvert, and taking control in a sexual setting is something I find very arousing, to the point where I just keep oozing precum as I do it, but it also makes me very nervous, as in feeling anxious and jittery, which altogether makes for an odd combination.

But I was trying to blissfully ignore that. Seeing her beautiful breasts wrapped revealingly in her white tank top was making it easier too. That was the same top She was wearing this weekend, and knowing that I was looking at the same view that her female friend had seen was adding to my arousal.

Deciding that there was no point in waiting any longer even if I didn't feel ready, I told her to stand up. She gave me a look of someone who knows something is about to happen and did as I had requested. I walked to our toy drawer and after rummaging for a few seconds pulled out the band of semi-sheer fabric that we use as a blindfold. I walked up to Her and She smirked, saying She really needed to use the bathroom. Fair enough, so I let Her. I started experimenting with folding the fabric in order to get the best combination of blindness while still being able to see vague movement, and I then realized I was better to do this in front of her, as part of the ritual associated with setting Her up the way I needed Her for what I was about to do. So I sat on the bed and waited, using the occasion to work out my plan in more details.

She did her thing and quickly came back with her hands behind her back. I knew what She was holding and I felt slightly annoyed that She had taken an initiative as I was taking control of our evening together. I had purposely wanted to only get the candles from the bathroom after She was blindfolded, but She preempted me and I had to deal with it in a way that was undaunted and dominating, in order for the effect to not be lost. She was there, standing in front of me like an ingenue, her hands behind her back, so I got up, facing Her. I leaned into her, real close, bodies almost touching but not quite, encapsulating Her, and as I reached behind her back to extract from her hands the candles, I talked in a low, confident tone into her ear: "You're not allowed to take initiatives tonight". At the sound of which She giggled and fidgeted nervously, which let me know I had handled it as I wanted. I took the candles back into the bathroom with an air of not wanting to use this tonight. I had re-established dominance, and I knew She wasn't sure what to make of it yet.

I told Her to lay down on the bed, on her back. She started asking which way I wanted Her, which emphasized the lack of precision in my demand, and I answered with few words, motioning, "this way". She did just that. I proceeded to fold the band of fabric next to Her as I had found to be most effective for my purpose. Then I ceremoniously laid the band on her eyes, placed it, and then lifted her head with my hand and showed her without words how I needed it to stay while I was tying a knot to keep the blindfold into place.

I was exactly where I had planned to be.

Her breasts were still wrapped in that shapely white tank top and I knew that was the first thing that had to go because She was not going to had free movement of her arms later on. Besides, I wanted Her to immediately feel the dominance I was imposing by taking off her clothing barrier, exposing Her body without asking permission, just doing with it as I saw fit. So I let my hands follow the curves of her ample boobs, just teasing, until I reached the hem at which point I slid the lycra nylon back up over her head, making sure not to mess up her blindfold in the process. She helped me gracefully by moving her arms up and undulating her upper back to let the top come off. I didn't say anything.

Her tits were right there, revealed, gorgeous and arousing, and I knew I had to ignore them, not completely, but just enough to make the longing grow in Her, for my lips to wrap tightly around her firm nipples as She wanted, but which I was going to deny for now. No, I had other things in mind. I went around the bed to the other side and pulled her pyjama bottoms down in the same fashion, revealing her freshly shaved, pink pussy that I love so much to devour. But not this time.

Now She was completely nude and blindfolded, her skin reacting lightly to the trace of coolness in our bedroom, awaiting my next move. I knew I had to let Her guess for a bit about what I was up to, and sounds were going to be my allies. And now that She was blindfolded I was able to get more of the things I needed. I walked away from Her and went to the dresser, knowing fully She could recognize by sound the actions I was perpetrating. I grabbed the exercise rubber straps with purpose, for Her to listen and recognize the objects I was manipulating. She had found those in a box recently and had specifically mentioned we could use those as restraints. They had been sitting there on the dresser for a couple weeks. Now was the time to put them to good use. And the rubbery sounds they were making as I was bringing them to Her were perfect for my little setup.

Still not saying much but mindful of the power of the sounds I was making, I started by making a knot around her left wrist. Then I placed her arm in a comfortable position and I pulled the strap down the side of the bed, to the metal leg in the corner and made another knot around it. I repeated this for her right wrist, which I tied to the leg at the other corner of the bed. Then I went around the bed and proceeded to tie up her ankles. The same knots went into place, and soon I had Her sprawled out, tied down and unable to move, her beautiful curves trying to lure me in.

But what I needed was red wine. So I got the glass from the nightstand and took a sip with satisfaction. Her erect nipples were right there, and it made perfect sense to want to share this moment, so I dipped my finger in the wine cup and I deposited a drop on top of each of her hard nipples. She moaned as I did this, and I felt so aroused decorating Her. I felt like an artist, and I let my finger trace to other places, ending with her lips. She flinched slightly at first, but quickly realized the bounty and licked it up. Time for another sip of wine for me, still from the cup. The wine on her nipples could wait a little longer.

Now was the time to get the candles in the bathroom. I had planned all along to use them even though I didn't want Her to know this. With her eyes blindfolded and her arms and legs under restraints, I quickly snatched the goodies from the bathroom next door and proceeded to one up. In recent weeks She had been telling me how arousing hot wax made Her feel. I had even seen this first hand when I waxed her pussy the week prior. After making her pussy perfectly smooth, I had seen the delicious juice pooling at the bottom of her pussy, and I had sampled it. Now I wanted to make good on the promise of this heavenly juice.

I had never done this before, so it is with some trepidation and wonder that I hovered the lit candle above Her naked body. Not knowing how hot this candle burned, I wasn't sure what height to use, or what body part to tease first. I decided on a seemingly average height, and chose that the skin on her belly was a good place to start. I let tiny droplets of hot wax fall onto Her, and her approving moans let me know this felt good. After a first batch of hot droplets, I licked the red wine off of her erect nipples, making sure not to touch the areolae. Taking my time I dropped a few more droplets of hot wax, moving to her breasts and nipples. I was alternating between red wine and wax, decorating her nude body. I was hard and very aroused by this point, so I stripped down completely and I started to caress myself. Placing myself above her face, I started stroking my already hard cock, making sure to do it loudly so that she could hear really well and visualize what was happening. My cock was oozing a lot of precum, and it felt so good to masturbate above her pretty, blindfolded face. She was moaning from delight.

Following my inspiration I started using my fingers to trace red wine on her nipples and areolae, going over them a few times to make sure the shade of red was dark enough. Then I started just flicking the wine onto choice spots on her body. She slightly jumped when She felt the tiny little drops being flicked onto her swollen vulva. And She was absolutely beautiful. I felt so aroused to see Her lying there with smears of red wine and cooled drops of white wax all over her bare body. I was still feeling nervous but at the same time I was entirely turned on by what I was seeing and by what I was doing. And that went on for a while, alternating as I was flicking, fondling, licking, dropping... And how hard I was, how horny I was. I would stroke my cock near her, poke her lips with the wet head. When She opened her mouth, I would slide my hard cock in there, but immediately pull out if She gave any indication to try to wrap her lips around it. More teasing, more wine, more hot wax, on her cunt, on her thighs, and I would let her lick my tight testicles.

She came without me even touching Her. She was so ready that her pleasure flowed right into a full blown orgasm that didn't require any direct genital stimulation. It was beautiful.

I went back to the toy drawer and pulled out the beautiful glass dildo I got for Her a few months ago. Her cunt was drenched already, and I teased her momentarily with the head of the dildo, rubbing it all over her swollen, wet vulva, on her clit, on her entire slit, just before the entrance to her love box. Crouched over Her, suckling on her tasty nipples, I barely had to do anything for the dildo to slide right inside Her, as though swallowed by her very juicy cunt. With the dildo three quarters in, I fucked Her gently but firmly, barely pulling out, and I twisted the dildo around looking for the best position for its curve to rest between her legs. Satisfied that it was going to remain in position, I then busied myself with other parts of her body.

I returned to fucking her face, using Her for my own personal pleasure, and hot and horny I was. Her pussy juices were flowing down onto the bedsheets as I was letting her suck the precum from my cock, enjoying the sweet sensation of playing with the orgasm curve, trying hard not to get over it.

And soon I was licking between her legs, drinking the nectar, flicking her erect clit, while manipulating the dildo still inside Her, fucking Her and eating Her. Wanting to stimulate her juices even more, I dropped more hot wax on Her, before returning to playing with the glass dildo. And there I couldn't take more of this teasing. Lying over her, my cock bursting, I started pushing the head onto her clit, sliding it in her slit, enjoying the ribs on the dildo covered in her fragrant juice. Amazingly, her cunt was wide open, so wide open, that my cock was entering Her, filling her vagina right alongside the firm glass dildo.

Two rigid cocks fucking Her at the same time. She was moaning and her body was becoming very active. Sensing this, I started fucking her harder, my cock deep inside her. She started begging for me to give it to her, and I said in a low tone in her ear "No, this is only for my pleasure, not for yours". I knew because of our prior conversation that these words would do something to Her, and I was amazed at the reaction. She came again, harder and sharper this time. I couldn't believe how open She was, how good it felt to be inside Her, how amazingly erotic all of this was. Soon I couldn't hold back and proceeded to fuck Her hard till I spurted load after load of warm cream deep inside her soaked pussy.

I kissed Her. She was completely enraptured in the pleasure we had experienced. There was a river of juice between her legs. I slid myself down and licked Her, intoxicating myself with the taste of our love juices.

Later on, She said that was the best fuck she had ever had, bar none.