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My throat as Ryan looks down and face fucks me.
Crazy ass deep throating.
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Each morning I wake up to my wife’s music playing on her cell phone and her pulling the covers off me and yanking the pillow out from under my head. Most of the time I am in deep sleep and trying to get my last few moments of rest before the work day. Most men wouldn’t like this, but for me it’s my wife’s mating call. We sleep nude (see article “Sleeping Nude”), I probably rub her body all throughout the night. I am a light sleeper; I wake up sporadically and touch my wife whenever I can. I love how she feels, and I love that she no longer jerks when she feels my hands. Now, years into our marriage, if she feels my hand slide between her legs, she will back her hips into my hand, while she is completely asleep grinding her teeth (the true sign she is absolutely NOT awake). She wants me.
Oops, I got off topic. Back to the covers being yanked off me each morning. My wife is of course nude as she clears off the bed so it’s just our bodies. I have never turned her down, I have never asked her to stop, I have never made her feel uncomfortable for wanting to be intimate with me each morning. I wake up groggy and unable to focus, but immediately rub my hands up and down the curves of her back, tickle her ass and ass crack, and maybe slide a finger over her pussy lips if I can reach down far enough. She lets her hanging breasts tickle my nipples before she starts kissing on my face and neck. She eventually works her way down to my underarms and licks and kisses each crease, smelling my body. As she slides down my chest she will slowly lick each nipple, sucking on each for a few minutes. As she works her way down to my belly button, she eventually gets to my crotch. From here, Venice is in complete control. I’d like to explain what she does, but beyond spending a few minutes lightly tickling around my balls and ass, I do not really know. I know my penis is in her mouth and my tired eyes roll back up in my head as I moan. Not the most manly thing to do, but I can’t help it. My wife does so much with her mouth, from deep throating, to probably 100 other things that change from day to day. Grabbing my dick with both hands and sucking, one hand and stroking as she sucks, or my balls and dick in her hands and she slams her chin into them, she does it all. Eventually, after a few songs on our playlist pass, I will feel her nose in my pubic bone and her chin on my balls. I look down and I no longer have a penis of any kind. My wife takes it all, even the lower shaft that has a 5 o’clock shadow from my shave the day before, gone. It almost looks like she is eating me out, no dick at all. She grinds her face from side to side and eventually slides her head off my crotch. As her head comes up, I see my dick… and then more dick… and then more dick… and then, oh my god, how did she put all of that in her mouth? Before I can really say anything, she is sitting up on me trying to slowly slide my wet dick into her pussy. Not an easy task, especially since it’s so wet and she could easily slide it right in. She likes it slow though, slow and comfortable. She doesn’t like to feel an entire dick slide right up in her body just because it can. She will slowly rub and work my dick head between her pussy lips and prepare high inner thighs to be stretched out by my cock. As the head slides in, she moans and scoots back up. She pulls my dick back out of her body and wets herself more by rubbing my dick all around her pussy and inner thighs, eventually working it in deeper, inch by inch, moaning until my head hits the back of her pussy. She seems to love this feeling, as she will sit up on me and let my dick head press really hard against her insides (which also in return pushes my hard penis down into my own prostate — which feels amazing, like being massaged). I can feel my shaft pushing back into my own body, while my head rubs her back walls. The more she grinds, the more I feel her entire pussy completely full. I love her small vagina, I love how our bodies are so compatible that I bottom out, and we both can enjoy this unique feeling. Her shallow vagina feels great, but she isn’t done.
In the mornings, most of the time, I do not orgasm. Our morning sex is for the intimacy, not the rush of the orgasm. The sex, like sleeping nude, it to share ourselves with each other and start the day off as a couple. That doesn’t mean she won’t get a bit wild, because she does. She will slowly let me dick pop out and she will ride me with my dick behind her, wetting up her ass crack. I’ve learned she does this on purpose to wet her ass. Before she stops for the morning, she is going to let me feel inside her ass too, the triple threat. Although this is a slow process, her vagina juices and saliva is all we use. She will sit up and angle her body to slowly let me head break down her tiny asshole. I can feel each crease of her anus open as my dick enters. This is what makes anal so amazing. If you pay attention to each feeling, especially in the morning when you are half awake, you can feel every detail of a woman’s ass. I can feel her star-like anus, each ripple, open up and rub my head. I can feel her tight dry ass, slowly slide down my dick, pushing back more on my prostate than going inside her. I love this feeling, I usually have to tell her to go easy. I don’t want to hurt or rip her, and when you are dealing with the ass, this is easy to do. After a few long strokes inside her ass, she will slide up slowly and let my penis flop to my belly. She then leans over and kisses me.
If the morning is going well and we both seem to be a little more frisky, I may sit up and roll her over. While I am on top I will slowly long stroke – all the way in, all the way out. I will let her feel my dick head push through her ass, then go deep inside her body. If she does not mention cumming, I will stay slow paces and eventually lean down and tell her how much I love her. I will slowly let my dick slide out and get up. If she mentioned she wants my cum in her for the day, or that she wants me to fuck her hard, that is her way of saying she wants me to cum (which usually in the morning we do not do). I will cum deep in her ass and throughout the day she will text me letting me know I am still inside her. I love the idea of being with her throughout her day.
This is my alarm clock, one that I never hit snooze on.
This was our first official photo shoot, which we actually did for our Twitter followers. Twitter has a lot of great open-minded people who seem to be almost all complimentary, so it was very fun for us. Prior to this photo shoot, most of our stuff was done for our own personal use using our cell phones to take photos and videos. Some of the photos we take are screenshots from home movies or lower quality shots from our phones. We are amateur so the quality cannot always be that great, but we are both into photography and artistic presentation, so sometimes we will have some good quality shots.
This photo shoot took place on November 7, 2012. The session probably took about 45 minutes to an hour, totaling 500+ shots. Although the footage doesn’t show it, Ryan actually came twice. The first cumshot I kept my mouth deep on his penis while he came so you could not see the cumshot on camera. After he came, I played with his cum while he watched. After a few seconds, Ryan began to stroke again (he has true multiple orgasms, which I will blog later). He then came in my mouth a second time (included in this photo gallery), which you can clearly see.
We both felt the fedora was the perfect way to hide part of my face but still keep the vibe sexy. Ryan and I both enjoyed this photo shoot and definitely have plans for future ones.
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Years ago we decided to upload a video of me deepthroating a rather large dildo to help promote our blog and also verify I am not just talking the talk. I learned to deepthroat exactly how (see story: Deepthroating – My Experience) my blog describes. And no, we aren’t selling anything. If you have any questions they will be posted and answered here for fun. We do all of this for fun.
Originally this deepthroat video had awesome background music, “Nobody” by Keith Sweat, but because we do not own the rigths to that song, youtube.com automatically added advertisements. They also would not allow our video to be played through mobile devices. This is something we did not want, so we ended up switching the music to that elevator soundtrack, lol. What’s next, I deepthroat a huge dildo to the sounds of a brazilian rainforest or the sounds of a calm creek running through rocks?
As far as the dildo being flaccid, you would think that would make it a bit easier to handle, but in my experience, the flaccid dildo is much harder to deal with than an erect penis. If I push on an erect penis, whether I like it or not, it’s sliding down my throat fairly easy. The erect penis is built to penetrate. If I push on the flaccid dildo, it seems to want to bundle up and snag before finally going down my throat.
My advice ladies? Be careful when you suck a 12 inch flaccid penis, lol.
I’ve entertained the idea of getting my nipples pierced for a little while now, but there have always been reasons why I just wouldn’t do it: I didn’t want to experience the pain, I didn’t want to spend the money, I didn’t want another man fondling my nipples, I didn’t want to get an infection, I didn’t want to feel like I wasted money if I had to remove them, and I just didn’t see the point in getting my nipples pierced if not even my husband seemed interested in the idea.
I thought about these reasons and came up with a “pros column” to counter the “cons”: pain is temporary, money can be made the next day, I’ll follow the aftercare instructions religiously and my husband was actually very interested in seeing me with my nipples pierced, but for whatever reason, we never talked about it. He even went as far as suggesting that the piercing would naturally leave my nipples more erect and I could start wearing hot tank tops, showing off my hard nipples. Ohhh, how this made my inner thigh senses tingle. I am not an exhibitionist (blog coming soon: “WTF, I’M nude modeling???”), or at least I thought I wasn’t, but the idea of my nipples and the barbells poking through a cute tank top, really turned me on. The idea of me being turned on by that, really turned on Ryan.
So…
We go to a tattoo shop that also does piercing (most usually do). We’ve been here before so when we get there, I tell the girl up front that I’m here to get my nipples pierced. She tells me the piercer is at their other store location, she will call her and let her know she has customers waiting. She then suggested we have a seat.
I guess it just wasn’t meant to be, I think. If this isn’t a sign that I shouldn’t get these piercings, I don’t know what is. I look at Ryan and say, “Well, okay we tried. Maybe we should go to the mall and look for a cute hat for me to wear in my next photo shoot (blog coming soon: “WTF, I’m nude modeling???”). I figured mentioning the next photo shoot would turn on my husband’s man switch, and he would forget all about the nipple piercing. Little did I estimate, the man switch was already on overdrive, with the idea of him seeing his wife with her nipples pierced.
Ryan, half way looks at me laughing, and says, “Not. That. Fast. Missy. Plus the piercer is a girl!”
That’s true, I think. I love the idea of the piercer being another woman, but that doesn’t alleviate the fear of pain. Ryan walks up to the counter and asks the receptionist, “Don’t we have to fill out the paperwork?” He is a smarty for sure. He was reeling me in, knowing that once I give up my information and signature, I’m staying put. He brings me back the forms with a pen, and whispers, “Try to relax.” He rubs my back softly and continues, “Did you hear that though? The piercer is a girl, she will take care of you.”
I nod and fill out the forms. When I’m through, I walk up to the counter and hand the receptionist the sheets of paper and she stares at it for a few seconds before giving me a look of constipation.
“I’m sorry,” she tells me. “I had you fill out the wrong form.”
That’s it! I tell myself. Another sign! I look over at Ryan and he immediately grabs the new forms. “Go over and sit down baby, I will fill these out for you.”
I begrudgingly walk back to my seat. I know I’m just nervous. I’m worried about my nipples becoming numb after the piercings, which is going to suck because I like for my husband to play with them during sex. I’m worried about suddenly becoming an uncontrollable hemophiliac and bleeding all over the place.
I sit in the waiting area and wait for the piercer to arrive. The walls are filled with local artists’ paintings and drawings. I like that. The candy machines are half empty (or half full) and I wonder if they’ll fill them up soon. A lady with hair dyed black spiked bracelets pulls up in the parking lot. I hope it’s not her because she looks like she’s 14, and today is NOT the day I want to be someone’s “first customer.” A third sign! She comes in and the Ms. You-Filled-Out-the-Wrong-Form says to her, “Hey, how you doin’? Can I help you?” Thank goodness.
Soon I hear another voice from a lady behind the counter ask, “You ready, sweetie?” I looked up, and saw my piercer was a cute little woman, with a southern accent, not quite what I was expecting. She had no visible tattoos or excessive piercings other than a tiny diamond nose ring. I follow her to a little cubby of a room with black curtains held together by two pins. I sit on the examining table and set my purse and jacket to the side. She starts to talk about how to take care of my piercings, what to expect the first few hours, days, weeks, etc. She lays out all the tools she needs and explains what each one does. She’s a tiny little thing about six inches shorter than me, but she is confident in what she says and does. And that makes me a little less nervous.
She tells me to take off my top and bra so she can clean and mark me. I sit up and relax both my arms to my side so she can get a straight line. She uses a purple marking pen and marks under my nipple (not through it as I originally thought), into what feels more like a more “meaty” area. I look in the full length mirror behind me and point to my left nipple and tell her, “The mark on this side is not straight.”
“No problem,” she says and brings a Q-Tip to my right nipple to re-do the line.
I panic. “Wait!” She freezes. “Wrong side.”
“Sorry about that.”
A fourth sign?! It’s not too late to back out! But I don’t.
I lay on the table and she tells me she’s only putting the forceps on my nipples, which she suggests may hurt more than the actual piercing. I find out soon enough that this is a fucking lie. “Try not to jerk up into this hand; this is my piercing hand.” I put both my hands under my butt.
*FLASH*
I don’t hear a countdown or a “1, 2, 3.” She may have said it, but the electricity that ran from the nape of my neck to my feet probably drowned out the screaming I was doing in my head. This was not like getting your tongue pierced where you feel a quick pierce followed by a dull pain that subsides over the course of a minute or so. No, no. The pain of the initial pierce pain remained for well over five minutes. In fact, by the time my second nipple was pierced, the overlapping pain that coursed through my entire body paralyzed me.
*FLASH*
Ryan is taking pictures the entire time, and I guess the stoic look on my face with absolutely no blinking, no moving, no breathing, no sound, he asks, trying to hold his laughter in but FAILING, “Are you okay?”
*FLASH*
“…shhhh…” I whisper in pain. I want to be still. I want to close my eyes and rest. This must be what it feels like to be dying.
*FLASH*
Ryan says, “Oh baby, look how good it looks.”
*FLASH*
I respond with, ‘I cannot see.” The pain has blinded me and I couldn’t move my head down to look at my chest.
Hysterical blindness causes patients to suffer apparently neurological symptoms, such as numbness, blindness, paralysis, or fits, but without a neurological cause.
The piercer reassures me I’m not bleeding, which is a good thing. I sit up as quickly as I can because I don’t want to look like a wuss. She goes over the aftercare instructions and answers any last questions I have. After my husband leaves the room, she tells me, “Once you’re fully healed, they’re going to feel really good – trust me.” She points to both of her own boobs. We smile devilishly.
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