Skill Seekers and Fantasy Finders (…Working Somewhat Backwards…) (For the first part of this experimental three-pieced entry, click here.) …And, cheek to your chest, I had fallen asleep, the intention of romance having balanced primal impulse in my nocturnal nod to that sacred space under the covers as I struck the center of your forceful read more..
…And, cheek to your chest, I had fallen asleep, the intention of romance having balanced primal impulse in my nocturnal nod to that sacred space under the covers as I struck the center of your forceful physique to feel the connection only two men can elicit – above your secretiveness over work and wife and seemingly illicitly immersed in the scent of secretions splashed in espoused love in a life temporarily unbridled by the timelessness of a singular moment and two nameless men claiming to be unashamed in our nakedness as we’d wed covertness with clarity.
Intent on taking the whole of you to completion, my second hole still throbbing with your thrust from an hour-long pummeling hours prior, I awoke you from a heated dream to the ease of warmth as you leisurely perceived movement beneath the sheets and released power as you laid back into wakefulness as you re-realized my lips as they wrapped around your prick – my face hungrily consuming your hungness, granting us both the capacity for emancipated expression as my tongue teased the tip and my throat thickened you until you spilled.
But before we’d drifted into suspended reverie I’d carefully slipped the condom off your rod to contain your load. I held it up, upended by your cockiness, observing your Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down as you offered up a dumbfounded, ”UFFA!” With a reverence for self and sort and spirit and startled by insight, in being tempted by the forbidden, we had simply employed an ordinary approach to fully enjoy spastic orgasms in a bottomless freefall of delay and delight.
Our faces down, and my rump up, your belly had filled my back’s arc as you slid in and out of my arse, peering downwardly as your sack slapped behind mine, your bone buried from sight, as you made out my mounted mounds, motivated by the sound of sweat on enmeshed flesh as you poked my backend and pounded me endlessly as I worked your packing unit by backing into you.
In fumbling to tear one another’s clothes off to show off torso and legs, posterior and pegs, we stumbled upon access to parts to place our probers-cum-pockets on. And you descended to every toe only to notice – then lick – each nipple, ascending to whisper words to whet my eagerness while wetting my earlobes to get the go-ahead to taste me open while I closed my eyes to test you, opening them to regard a decreased sag with each gag as you groaned between my cheeks and grew inside my gullet.
However, after shutting the door on these many months since we’d last rekindled the flame, you’d required my mouth so badly you at first madly straddled me on your best friend’s sofa and banged me with abandon. A man’s man you are, and you were mine, and as you whacked me with your salivated willy I surrendered a sucked nut to petition you with my rendition of, “Amami per l’uomo che sono – usami per tutto quello che non sono.” And in my position of submission, with downcast eyes you saw me as your capable guide so long as I stayed your vulnerable equal…
I adore this concept of deliberate and adept cocksucking rousing a man from the involuntary images and ideas, emotions and impressions of unconsciousness to provoked, awakened prospect.
Your homework is to reflect on how sex affects you when at its best. Then dream up ways you can affect artistry and effect instinctiveness to wake yourself and others up to previously unequalled possibility.
If there’s anything specific you’d like to work out – or up! – I’m here. ☺
(Note: Men Alive!, I’m presently meaning-making and fantasy-finding across the globe with my beastly bestie. Please feel free to comment, but be patient respecting a response as I give myself space to explore in a gleeful crack at answering the unanswerable in unearthing the everyday in the exceptional. ”Woohoo!”)
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