My Morning Ritual and Morning Sex

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.

Q&A: Is it wrong to swallow my own cum?

Self Suck
Wrong, gay, or masturbation?

Dear Venice and Ryan,

Since I was a little kid I would masturbate multiple times a day, but never in the bathroom because someone would always interupt and ruin the moment.  I was a crafty young guy so I started doing the deed under my bed or in my closet, depending on if my mom and dad were home, or my brothers and sister.  If noone was home, I’d do it in my dad’s  lazyboy in the living room while watching an exercise show on ESPN or something.   At first, these locations worked great because I couldn’t really cum.  I would get hard and jack off until I got this insane feeling under my balls but nothing would ever come out.  I was masturbating long before my balls could produce baby formula.  I didn’t know better anyway, I just knew it felt good and I never had a mess to worry about.  This was actually awesome.  Eventually though,  my huge moments started producing small drops clear drops, which I would play with.   I remember rubbing my fingers together and watching it stick to each finger.   I also remember it tasting sweet.   Anyway, a few years later I was a teenager and my little clear drops became huge cum shots.  I’d say, from watching porn, my pre-weed orgasms were well beyond average, almost worrisome.    Thankfully, after I started smoking weed I averaged out a bit.  Anyway, I used to cum and wipe it on a shirt on the closet floor or try to wipe it off on the bottom side of my mattress.   I probably did this for months before I started smelling a slight sweet,  but awkward odor, in the closet and underneath my bed.   I figured this wasn’t good for hygiene so one day I held out my own hand and fed myself my sperm.  It wasn’t sweet like before, but more of a bitter peroxide taste.  I didn’t really enjoy it, but it was convenient.  I have now been doing this for four years, everyday, sometimes many times a day.  I now enjoy the taste just as much as I enjoy not having a mess.   I am not sure if I am addicted, but I read your article about semen being addictive, as well it containing mood altering hormones.  I wonder if this is something I am now addicted to, and if it’s okay to swallow my own cum?    Any advice would be appreciated.

Venice’s response: 

There is absolutely nothing wrong with eating your own cum.  I eat my husband’s cum every time it leaves his body and I love it.  And because I love it, it only seems right that he should love it too.

Back to your question though.  I don’t see a guy eating his own cum as a disgusting act; I see it as just the opposite.  In fact, if I could hang him upside down, have him shoot his own load into his mouth, and watch him eat it, that could be one of the hottest things he could ever do.  I don’t think it’s gross, unnatural, or weird.  Seeing a man eat his own cum is thrilling and sexy.  It shows he’s confident in his own sexuality and not afraid to go to the extremes.  Knowing a man can get wild in bed is something a woman should embrace because it shows he’s comfortable with her and their life.

If you think about it, if something is created in the human body, it’s more than likely safe for immediate consumption, with the exception of feces, only because E.coli is found naturally in the human body and can get you seriously sick (or worse).

Is it okay to swallow your own cum?  Sure!  Go for it.

Ryan’s response:

First of all, I am not a doctor.  I have no idea if it’s physically harmful to swallow your own semen (although I highly doubt it — I’ve never gotten sick either).   If you are really curious about the effects of swallowing semen, maybe check out a medical website where you can ask real doctors questions, possibly a urologist, as I assume this isn’t something you’d feel comfortable asking your local family doctor at your next visit.

With that being said, I do have my own non medical opinion.   Swallowing your own cum is not harmful,  as long as you do not have an infection or an STD.  If you were to purposely not orgasm for weeks, your body would absorb your semen anyway, so I’d assume recycling your cum through swallowing does nothing more than feels kinky, and keeps your “work area” clean.   I do not think it will have any effect on your mood either, as the acids in your stomach would destroy much of your ejaculate.   In the article you mentioned (Anal Sex – Semen in a woman’s ass creates a higher sex drive and dependency), I actually explain the differences between semen being swallowed compared to semen being released into a woman’s colon.  That would be a different issue entirely.

To answer your question though, no, I do not think there is anything wrong with swallowing your own semen.  If you enjoy it, enjoy it.  You only live once.   Just remember, the same way you keep your “work” area clean after you masturbate, you can apply those same principles to your woman’s vagina.  Clean up your mess you leave inside her.  She will love it, she will be a lot fresher the next day, and you get to keep your healthy daily dose.    Have fun!

Q&A: Sex twice a month?

2days
Pay day? Sex day?

Joanna from Michigan:

Dear Venice,

How do you have sex with your husband twice a day and not get wore out?  I have sex with my husband maybe 2 times a month and usually for the next few weeks  I am too sore to walk.  Is this because he is too big or is this normal?   If it’s normal, how do you manage to have sex so much?

Any advice would be appreciated!

Venice’s Response:

Hi Joanna.  Firstly, go to your OB and ask him/her if there is anything wrong with your body.  If you get the green light that everything is okay, move on to the rest of my answer.

It is very possible that your husband has such a large penis that it makes sex uncomfortable for you, but I highly doubt that’s the problem.  Your vagina is made to take the abuse from your partner, it’s what makes a woman so special.  A man can work all day lifting moving furniture, stressed out from his boss giving him too much overtime, come home, pull your panties off, and take out all the stress in his life out on your pussy.  It won’t break.  It’s also the same hole that gives birth to eight-pound babies.   Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and limping around for the next week, pride yourself in being fucked properly by your husband.  Most women would kill to have such a stud in the bedroom that for the next  week their thighs and vagina are sore.  In fact, that’s the exact feeling I go for when I have sex, which is why I beg Ryan to pound me out as hard as he can.  I like walking around the next day knowing I have bruises on my inner thighs and my lips are torn from being fucked right.   It makes me feel like a woman.

Perhaps part of you problem may be attitude.  Do not be a victim and pout around for a day about your vagina being sore.  If you want to take care of your husband each day, by all means do it!  Good luck to you both!

 Ryan’s response: 

It’s too bad your husband only gets to experience one of the greatest pleasures in our short lives twice a month because you are hung up on how your vagina feels after sex.  Venice burns the skin off of my penis half the time, but this doesn’t stop us from loving each other and being intimate each day.  It’s part of a healthy relationship to be sexually active with your partner, and I’d say if you tried having sex more than once a week, you’d get used to feeling like a real woman.  In fact, I believe you’d love it.

Condoms in Porn

 

Body Condom
Body condom: The future of porn?

After reading an article in the “L.A. Times” entitled “Porn stars oppose plan requiring condoms on adult-film sets,” I’m going to have to say that I agree with the porn stars on this one.  Most of them don’t wear condoms, but some do.  I, myself, have only seen condoms in a porn about 3 or 4 times.  People watch porn to jack off to, as an aid to foreplay, and to spice up their sex lives, and seeing a rubber on a guy might actually be a counterproductive measure.  Condoms mean precaution.  Condoms mean safety.  condoms mean sensibility.  When I watch a porn, the last thing I want to see are supposedly dirty, freaky people throwing caution to the wind.  When the guy cums, it’s not as dirty to see him shoot into a condom.
 
As the article stated, all adult film stars are required to undergo HIV and STD testing every 2-4 weeks, even though according to stopaids.org it takes most people 2-8 weeks for HIV antibodies to show up on a test (http://stopaids.org/resources/possible-exposure-hiv/time-it-takes-test-positive).  But I suppose they test so often that they believe they can detect HIV before more are infected by the time victim #1 is quarantined.
 
And what about dental dams? Can’t AIDS be transmitted through cuts and sores in the mouth, too? At least that’s what they told us in Sex Ed.  Are they going to have to start using dental dams too?  If they’re going to be forced to wear condoms, when will it end?
 
They’re adults. They understand (or at least) are aware of the the dangers associated with working in the porn industry. Like any other profession, you may experience bodily harm no matter how careful you are.  Nurses are exposed to infections, soldiers may get shot, and even secretaries get carpal tunnel disease. But like the porn star who can minimize his/her risk of communicable diseases by using a condom, nurses can get a flu shot, soldiers can work a non-infantry job, and secretaries can use ergonomic office furniture.  Or not.  No one should be “required” to do use anything.  Should employers provide these safety measures?  Yes.  
 
Sex is fun, exciting, dirty, and, for all intents and purposes, dangerous all wrapped into one.  Let them keep it that way.
 
 
 
Read the original article here:
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2012/09/porn-stars-oppose-plan-requiring-condoms-on-adult-film-sets.html 

Taxi Cab Confessions

Cab
The romantic cab setting.

After spending a few hours at a club in Downtown San Diego, my husband and I head back home. We drove our car, but we both decided to drink and take a taxi home. It is a humid evening and my husband is wearing a black and white plaid shirt with black jeans and I am wearing a short black skirt with a white halter top. As we stand outside of the club and wait for the taxi, drunk, we laugh at the people still waiting to get in. My husband’s breath smells like gum and White Russians as I kiss his soft, smooth lips and nibble on the edges. I move down his neck and smell the sweet aroma of his cologne mixed with his warm sweat. I undo his top button and lick his chest. We start kissing and my husband moves his hands up and down my back as I squeeze the bulge in his pants. The people in line stare at us making gasping sounds, but we are oblivious. I hear the faint brake as the taxi pulls up to the curb behind me. Ryan opens the door for me and I step in first. The air conditioner is on and it circulates the pina colada air freshener. The leather seats are cracked and sticky under my thighs. The cabbie, who is middle-aged with a scruffy beard and wearing an old Polo shirt, asks, “Where to?”   My husband gives him our address and looks back at me. I see his name with his picture on the dashboard: Robert Jones. “And take the scenic route, Mr. Jones,” I add. He puts the car in drive and accelerates away from the club. 

I reach for the lump under my husband’s pants again as I kiss him, “I can’t wait to fuck you Ryan,” I say. “I want you right now.” The cabbie hears the clicking of my husband’s buckle as I undo his belt. At first the he’s uncomfortable because he knows that I’ve pulled my man’s dick out. I put my warm mouth on it and immediately he starts to moan quietly. The cabbie looks into the rear view mirror and his suspicions are right: it is just  in the reflection with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. I reach under to rub my husband’s balls and he moans louder. I slide my mouth down lower, working my way to the base of his dick. My husband’s breathing is getting more intense as my lips get closer to his crotch. I sit up on my knees and now my ass is up in the air; it’s a lot easier to deep throat him now. I lower my mouth inch by inch and gag on his cock. My eyes start to water. It takes me a few tries but I finally swallow him down into my throat. I love feeling it deep in my mouth. I move my throat muscles and massage my husband’s cock. He reaches around and rubs the outside of my pussy lips. When he pulls his fingers away, my froth makes his fingers slick and slippery. I am dripping all over him. My husband sticks two fingers in me and they instantly become coated with the clear, sweet juices that ooze out of me as I swallow his cock.”Your pussy is so fucking wet, girl,” he says to me.  I look up at him and respond, “I only get wet for you,” before I swallow his entire manhood again. My husband lifts my skirt up over my back and exposes me. He licks his fingers clean and sticks them back in me. He fucks me with his fingers, quickly going in and out of me. I’m so wet that the cabbie can hear the loud smacking coming from between my legs. He looks at the rear view mirror and sees my husband’s hand sliding in and out of my pussy. He wants to turn around so bad to get a look at my clean shaven pussy, but he’s still afraid to. Ryan’s moans sound like helpless whimpers now. I bob my head up and down, every other thrust gliding his dick down my throat and covering him in slippery spit. The cabbie finally turns around and gets a glimpse of my ass, but it’s too dark. He sees my husband look at him and is embarrassed, but he can’t help but turn around again. “I want to fuck you so bad Ryan! Let me fuck you, PLEASE!” I beg. But I don’t wait. I straddle my husband’s thighs and sit on him reverse cowgirl. It’s a smooth dip onto his hard cock as the cabbie sees my hands grasp the headrest of the passenger seat. I moan in ecstasy and immediately feel his 8 plus inches hit the back of my vagina. I rock my hips as my nails dig into the seat in front of me. The cabbie undoes his pants too and pulls out his own dick. There is a thick puff of dark hair that sits under his shirt and leading down to his pubic area. He looks like he has never shaved in his life. His dick is short and thick; as he strokes it the cab slows down and we veer slightly to the right and into the other lane. “Keep your eyes on the damn road,” My husband orders him. His eyes go back and forth between my rising and falling body, my husband’s face in the mirror, and the road in front of him. I bounce on my husband faster and harder without trying to hit my head on the roof of the cab. I rest my head on the seat and let my husband grind in me. “Give me your finger,” I demand.  My husband obeys and I leave slimy spit on his finger down to his knuckle. “Stick it in my ass, baby. Let me feel you in both holes.” Ryan happily does it and now I’m whining in pleasure just inches from the cabbie’s face. “Fuck me hard, Ryan!”  My husband speeds up the pace of his pumping cock and the sound of my thighs landing on his legs echoes in the cab. I’m breathing hard; every time my husband’s dick beats deep into my pussy, he jars my body, making my breaths sound like hiccups. “Fuck my ass hard Ryan…show me how deep and far  you are going to cum in me!”

 

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