The Little Things That Make a Huge Difference

Her Hand

Venice’s sleeping hand (photo taken last year)

Last night I was tired and ready for bed. I believe Venice was up working on her blog about her nipple bells self destructing after a photo shoot. Before she was done, I was out for the night. I slightly remember her waking me up saying there was an issue with the video posted, but I was so tired I couldn’t help. I suppose a half hour later, she worked her way into bed. Not only did she climb in bed, but she nuzzled her body up next time mine and started clawing her way around my stomach. I scooted closer to her so she could get arm around me and get to sleep. Instead, I felt her fingers walking down my crotch, reaching for my penis. I scooted up a bit more, I think, so she could get a good hold. I was out.

I woke up about 4 am in the morning and my penis was completely erect. I did a short kegel to feel my erection and I noticed that Venice’s hand was still wrapped tightly around my penis. I looked down, and she was still holding on to me, even while she slept. I nicely unwrapped her fingers to get up and go to the bathroom, but I smiled the entire time. A woman in love doesn’t go to sleep holding a man’s penis, unless she loves the man it’s attached too. I do not care how someone else tries to analyse the situation, she loves me. Not only does she love me, she loves my penis. And not in a way every wife is supposed to love their husband’s penis, she really loves it. Her actions do not lie and after years of marriage, she still wants to grab my penis at night before bed and just hold it all night for no other reason than she likes the way it feels in her hand.

 I can’t blame her though, I have been feeling myself all my life and have yet gotten tired of it.

Ladies, girlfriends, wives, gay men, whatever. It’s the small things (no pun!) that make a huge (yes pun!) difference. How much energy and effort does it take to hold your man’s penis while you sleep?

If your goal is to be his “perfect” spouse, this could possibly get you one step closer in the right direction, even if he already has you on that sacred pedestal.

Video: The Sound of Christmas Sex and My Broken Nipple Charm

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From December 1st until Christmas, Ryan and I decided to do naughty Christmas cards and post them on Twitter, 25 total.  For our 5th card, I took bell earrings and turned them into nipple charms.  Using two wire pliers, I hooked tiny little hoops (four sets of 10), draped them from the ends of each piercing with the bell dangling in the center.  I didn’t put too much effort into tightening each hoop because I would only be wearing them long enough to snap a few photos.

I noticed that the picture turned out better than we expected as I looked at the finished product.  I joked with Ryan telling him, “I bet you want to make these bells ring.”

I untie his robe and run my nails along his inner thigh, spreading his legs and exposing his dick to me.  I grab both balls with my left hand and stroke with the other.  He grows thicker and fatter with each second.  I quickly put my warm mouth around him.  He moans excitedly, slowly pumping his hips upward.  I bob my head up and down, gently at first, with slight ‘tink tink tink’ noises coming from beneath me.  I see him reach for his phone.  “Keep going,” he tells me.

I bob my head faster and faster and the bells get louder.  I slam my face down into his body, deepthroating his cock.  The bells stop momentarily as my nose hits his crotch.  I lift up, alternating deepthroating and sucking his balls.  I’m slurping, gagging, slobbering, all down his balls.  ‘tink tink tink tink tink……tink….tink tink tink.’

I climb off of him and straddle his hips.  I rest my hands on his chest and work his dick into my pussy.  It slides in with ease.  I waste no time and get back into my bouncing.  I  put my hands on his legs behind me and tuck my feed under his armpits.  I rock my ass back and forth, but the jingling isn’t as loud.  I want to hear the jingling.  I sit back up, forcing the bells to ring with each up and down motion of my body.  I get eager, bouncing faster, louder, and more intense.

Just then the sound of the bells are no longer in stereo, but in mono. One has fallen off completely.  I get up to turn on the lights fearing the balls from my piercing have also fallen off.  But it hasn’t. Ryan’s eyes grow wide.  I follow his gaze.  The left bell has indeed fallen off and the right bell is hanging at one side.

My MacGuyver-style nipple charms didn’t survive the vigorous bouncing.  Ah, well.

What resulted, however, was an audio recording  (edited to make shorter).  I invite you to close your eyes and press play.