Dangerous, a little

I was going to write a redux to this post.  Whatever that is.  I just like the word.  I like thinking about the word.  Maybe I just like red words.  Redux.  Redress.  Reductio ad absurdum.  But I have my redoubts.  A redux.  Something of a postscript here. But what I have to say deserves better.  So I’ve moved it up here, to the top.  A predux.  Here it is:

This was a nice session, physically and emotionally. Sweet but with plenty of raunch factor. River and I can’t have a truly great physical session without the emotional part. I really enjoyed River coming on to me out of the blue during shark week, literally coming out of her blue panties. The it was a real turn-on to have her taking on the challenge, the dual role of getting us both ready, bringing off her first orgasm while attentively jacking my cock hard so we could fuck. I kept thinking, wow, she really wants it, wants me, what a treat, and I’m more than happy to go along for her ride. I hope there’s more where that came from. And then there was Brook’s interjection near the end. The stuff memories are made of.

It’s been over a week of no sex. That’s a long time for me. Like not having sex since the stone age. But, I tend to reach a peak of desire, lust, and horniness after about three days then things taper off and I’m less on edge. It would be so much easier if I didn’t have to live with River running around wither her nipples poking through her shirt, and sleeping naked in bed with me. There’s just something about a naked sweetie.

I brush my teeth and come to bed. River’s on shark week. So she’s wearing panties to bed. It’s sort of a signal. She’s a lot sexier and nicer to snuggle on when she wears some kind of nightie along with them, but it’s not the kind of thing she tends to remember. Sometimes I think being cute hot sexy sweet snuggly is the bane of her existence.

Before I turn out the light I peek under the covers for a quick panty check. Dark blue. Shark week it is.

But then a nice surprise.

“Hi there,” she says as she artfully twines a warm leg around mine. I’m pretty sure she’s coming on to me and it’s not just my eternal wishfully optimistic thinking. But she can’t possibly be into her post-period horny time yet. Which is when we were thinking the first of our once-a-month rendezvous would occur. I’m not gonna argue though.

“Be careful. That might be dangerous.” “Sometimes I like dangerous.” Well. Usually I tell her that I need to write her lines and give her a script, but I can work with that. “I definitely like dangerous.” The panties come off. She’s out of the blue.

She reaches down for my balls and pushes them up alongside my shaft, which at the moment is not very shaft-like. It’s an effective first move, in several ways. It’s so nice not to be doing all the work. Her hand feels great. And she’s got things positioned for a firm rub. “I’m getting some response.” “I wish I could get some response out of you.” “Maybe the wand will.” “Can you do us both at the same time?” “Let’s find out.”

I pick the magic wand up off the floor and hand it to River who switches it on and puts the buzz on her clit. She must be doing the wand left-handed because she’s doing me right-handed. And doing a fine job of it. It doesn’t hurt that I get to think about how she’s doing us both at the same time, which is pure turn-on. I wonder if it’s turning her on as much as it is me. I’m guessing the answer is yes, since playing with my cock and getting me hard seems to do something for her. But maybe it’s just distracting her from her “real” work with her own parts. I hope not.

And wow, she’s coming already. Good thing her attention has gotten me hard enough for the stick-in. I think. She switches off the wand while she comes. I roll towards her, slip my legs under her knees. She reaches down, lines us up, my cock nestles against her pussy opening then pushes into her familiar comfort. And we fuck.

Her orgasm continues as I grab her shoulder for leverage and push hard and deep and steady. Even though it’s shark week River’s pussy doesn’t have that strange slippery feel that it often does at this time of the month. It has a nice soft lusciousness. “You feel surprisingly good tonight.”

In our position it’s easy to finger River’s clit while we fuck. She takes over. Everything, my memory included, blurs as she goes for another one and I angle my cock to slide along the bone at the front of her pussy. “That’s really sweet.” Now she should be writing my lines. I should be saying “It’s meant to be.” And we’re fucking through her second orgasm.

I could come too, but I’m enjoying this too much, as usual. And I’ve got other plans. River lifts her leg over me as I rotate to sit in front of her, never losing our connection. My arm keeps her leg raised in what we call Reader Position because of its effective and memorable use in the movie The Reader. I watch my cock disappear into her shadowy darkness as we both catch our breath.

Brook’s voice from another room breaks the supposed silence. “Be quiet you guys!” “We’re just breathing,” River calls back. “Well stop it!” Will that teach us to fuck with our door closed? Not likely. I like having the door open, and I think River does too. Sometimes she likes dangerous.

What to do

For a while I’ve been wondering what to do here. I still am. It’s not like I’m out of ideas. I’ve got ideas. I’ve even written some of them. But haven’t posted them. At least not yet.

River has gotten increasingly asexual. I understand and relate to that by thinking about my own asocial tendencies. Not antisocial. Asocial. There’s a limit to how much social I can take, but I do like it every now and then and even miss it when I haven’t been social for a while. But I don’t think about it much. And I don’t seek it out.

And that’s how River is with sex. Doesn’t think about it, doesn’t seek it out, can’t take too much of it, but definitely enjoys it when it happens in moderation, both the sex itself and the connection it gives us.

I was going to write more but I’ll stop there for now, even though I’ve got a lot of words rattling around in my head that want to come out.

Ok, I’ll let some words out. We’ve decided to cut back from every three days or so to maybe once a month, or whenever River feels the urge. That’s one of my ways of showing River I love her.

This is not going to be one of those situations where the man or woman says fuck it, I’m not going to initiate, I’m going to wait until my partner comes to me. If ever. I’ve read people who write about stuff like that. Their relationship is already lost and they can’t even talk about it. Waiting for your partner is not going to fix anything. It’s a recipe for disaster, and the dish has already been cooked.

River and I talk. Our relationship is good. Our plan is mutual. Never mind that we’ve made the same once-a-month or whenever plan many times before and I haven’t been able to stick with it. Snuggling with River every night without sex isn’t easy. It’s like foreplay for me. But not for her, she says.

We had a great fuck last night. I should be writing about that.

Shower girl

I let River know how much I enjoyed the sex every day and a half, how good it made me feel, and pointed out that this morning was our next day and a half. She wasn’t having any of it. She just left to go out of town for a couple days. Some time I want her to take me with her.

I was reading alone in bed. My hand drifted down to my cock and I felt the fuzz on my balls with no particular agenda. Maybe it was like being River: I could feel my stuff, but with no real results.

But wait. As I read my mind wandered back to a particularly memorable occasion. A hotel room. A delightfully naked woman in the shower going through her paces while I watched and jacked off. The way things should be.

And there I was getting hard. Not so hard just yet, but my erection had potential. I kept thinking and stroking, my dry hand giving a nice stimulation. And then things started feeling right, like they were supposed to feel. Nice.

Since the ill-fated vasectomy jacking off has become more frustration than it’s worth. I used to just be hard, and take advantage of it for some nice relief. No longer. I have to get hard, which is usually too much nearly-fruitless endeavor for a solo orgasm. But here I am. Hard. I flip the covers off and look. Yes, I could have a worthy fuck with the stiffie I’ve got. It’s nice on many levels.

I set the book aside and pay more attention. My palm scrapes down the firm underside of my shaft, my thumb and fingers nip against the edges of my cock head and it feels like I’m lighting a match, my fingers rub across the soft expanse of my balls.

Damn. This is going somewhere. I’ve only jacked off to orgasm maybe four times in the past10 years. I used to do it maybe 10 times in a month.

There’s the girl in the shower. There’s the girl on our bed. There I am exploring her unfamiliar pussy with my fingers. There I am, my hard cock going into her pussy for the first time and we’re fucking, like boys and girls do, her tits jouncing up and down with our rhythm in a way River’s never could.

I’m not even going to have to work too hard for this one. I can feel it wanting to come, the match I’ve struck aching to burst into flame. Just a little encouragement. Some fingers pressing under my balls. That’s it.

I watch myself come. Something I haven’t seen for a long time. What will it be like? A good shot?  There’s the contraction. It’s good. But nothing coming out. No mighty jets of jizz. Just my straining cock. And another. What’s happening? It feels fine. It feels good. But nothing. At least cleanup will be easy. Finally, not a spurt but a dribble, a respectable amount at least, but an uninspired dribble. I let it drip down onto myself, pressing hard against the base of my stiff cock, and relax.

Thank you, shower girl. Until next time.

Have a nice day

I’ve been playing with myself in the few minutes before River comes to bed. I’m not sure this is going to work. River came home wanting to use the Magic Wand, and I’d really like to come through for her despite buzzing myself out on Adderall and caffeine during the day.  But I’ve felt like things weren’t going to work before, and I always try to stay optimistic because I don’t want to create a self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. And why wouldn’t I be optimistic about fucking River. Especially since she’s the one with the urge tonight.

She comes in, drops her robe, and gets under the covers with me. We snuggle a bit then I grab the Magic Wand off the floor and hand it to her. I always wonder what the women who clean the house think when they see it there. I imagine they’ve seen it all.

“I don’t know how you do that with that thing.” “Neither do I.” She throws the switch and there’s the heavy-duty hum of her clit being erased, rubbed out, ground down, obliterated.

I kneel beside her, facing her, using my hands to take inspiration from her boobs and body. Women with small sporty tits really drive me crazy.

I feel a little response in my cock as she does her thing under the covers with her knees up and I rub and brush and squeeze her tits and surroundings then slide my hand down to feel some bush between my fingers. I’m not going to be able to fuck her in her first one. Maybe not even the second. But I should be good to go by the third.

Shortly into her first one she switches off the Magic Wand and keeps things going with her fingers. Watching her and thinking about what she’s doing gets me harder.

She keeps going and we have a mutual masturbation session, with me watching her work her own pussy while I stroke my hardening cock, until her body convulses with her second one. “You look like you’re ready.” It’s true. I’m plenty hard. I’ve just been having a good time watching.  She turns towards me, spreads her wings, I lean forward and plunge into her, and she pulls off another one as we fuck, a good hard pussy-pounding of a fuck, while I pull a nipple into my mouth and River gasps. I hold off through that one, but with River enjoying fucking so much it’s my turn pretty soon and I keep banging into her pussy like a wild man right through my orgasm.

We slow down and keep going until I’m no longer hard enough. Then I see River going for another one under the covers. “I couldn’t resist.” “I’m glad you can do that. I wish I could.” “Those were nice lingering ones with lots of aftershocks.”  I want to come back as a girl.

I told her I’d had both Adderall and caffeine — Constant Comment tea, which I always think of as an old lady tea but it’s got one of the better caffeine kicks of any variety. But I didn’t tell her I’d taken double my usual Adderall dose. So I guess Adderall is off the hook for causing sexual dysfunction. Which is good, because I came this close to chucking it in the trash even though it is good for some things.

“I wonder what got into you?” “Post-period horniness?” “But that was our third fuck since your period. The Adderall fuck, the morning fuck, and now this one.” It’s been really great fucking every day and a half.  That really is my ideal frequency, and I like the switch-up between morning and evening. “I don’t know. Maybe I just had a good day.”

Speed kills?

Well it wasn’t the next night, but it was the morning after that.  A bit of a cheat really because of the morning wood.  But as usual  I let my erection subside then snuggled on River until I got properly aroused, because fucking with morning wood … there’s just something missing.

So I’m spooned on River, getting hard, and she’s doing her best not to notice, even when I slide my cock under her ass and rub against her pussy.  How she can keep from reaching down and at least touching it if not slipping it right in is beyond me.  I know she hasn’t had a warmup but she doesn’t really like a warmup.  “Fucking for foreplay” I call it.  And here she is, true to form, making me do all the work, get her lips parted set my cock in place and push.  Not much movement this morning, more like a fancy hug.

Oh yeah.  We just did this a day and a half ago.  When I had the Adderall-induced ED.  A day and a half is perfect for me but she’s more like once a month.  No wonder she didn’t have the uncontrollable urge to reach down and stick it in.  At least this morning I’ve got a good stiffie, staying hard for  a long time with just the occasional stimulating movement.  It’s really more about the hug.  The fuck is an extra bonus.  Some mornings I wouldn’t even be thinking about coming but last time was a bit unsatisfying so a nice orgasm would be welcome this morning.  Something to get the day off to a good start.

Eventually I roll River onto her stomach and I roll up onto her.  That’s the stuff.  I’ve got one leg alongside hers, the opposite foot against her other leg, squeezing them together.  Tight pussy.  God she feels good under me.  Everything about her.  I reach up under her arm and our hands squeeze together.

It’s still a nice slow fuck.  I can feel all the nuances of her walls as I slide in along this side, then that side, then drill in steep.  Ooo, I feel the twinge of that orgasm, like stepping over some kind of threshold.  I hold off a few times as we fuck.  Yes, we: River is pushing her ass back against me and giving the occasional moan.

Finally I just let go.  I’m still as the wave of orgasm picks me up and throws me against the shore.  The spurts of jizz emptying my nuts deep into her pussy feel right this time.

We hold our position for a few minutes, then I roll off and we do our usual t-shirt cleanup ritual.  A good start to the day.

Wait a minute.  I didn’t mean to write all that.  I just wanted to say that I buzzed out on speed and caffeine today and found a phone to have order me on Amazon with her Prime account.  Then River came home and surprise surprise she said she had an urge that’s going to take the Magic Wand to satisfy.  Holy crap.  It’s only been another day and a half which is perfect for me.  But I hope my speed doesn’t kill my performance.  I’d really like to fuck River in the orgasm tonight.  She’d like it too.

Sort of but not really

It’s been eight days and I am one horny horndog. Especially because one of my favorite bloggers from back in the day has resurfaced after years and I’ve been reading her stuff. Every morning I’ve been waking up with serious wood. River is just coming back from being out of town for a day and a night and she knows what’s going to happen tonight.

We get some kissing going. Pretty passionate. She’s just come to bed and I’m really liking her cold titties. We arrange ourselves so she can work my cock against her parts which usually does the job. But her tits, my favorite tits, aren’t working their magic tonight, even though I’m having a good time warming them up. My cock just isn’t responding.

So I sit up between her legs and take over. And still my response is pathetic.  It’s like her normal response.

Maybe if I eat her pussy. She doesn’t like it much but I do and it turns me on getting up close and personal. Some explorations with the tip of my tongue, then the flat goes against her clit and rubs her the same way she does herself with her fingers. And she’s responding! That gives me something to work with. But then she cools off again and I’m left wondering why I’m doing this.

Sit up again, thumb on her clit, push a finger into her nice wet warm pussy, then two fingers, squeezing for her g-spot. Sometimes it’s crazy how things can just go right in there. She’s crazy wet for sure. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.

And finally I’m getting hard. But not very. Enough to go in though. Even on the worst days it usually perks up once it goes in and hits some nice friction and figures out what’s going on.

But her pussy is just solid wet and I’m not finding the friction I’m looking for. It would be fine if my cock were hard enough to give her the fuck she deserves but it only feels halfway there. “I think I got you too wet for my own good.”

We fuck anyway and still I’m not getting harder. But I do feel an orgasm coming on after not much sloshing around in her pussy with my seemingly limp dick. Can that happen? Apparently, because after a little more sloshing it’s definitely going to happen, and then it does happen. Since I’m not fully hard it feels funny, not the usual powerful spurts, not my balls feeling like they’re giving a good squeeze, just, I don’t know, my stuff is coming out but that’s about all I can say. But I do say this: “Well that was a surprise.” Kind of a premature ejaculation where nothing was expected.

I’m not even sure it was a good surprise but I guess I have to take it. We fucked. Sort of. I came. Sort of. River even enjoyed the pussy eating, sort of, for a while.

Well if you can’t have a bad fuck with your sweetie who knows and loves you, who can you have a bad fuck with?

But why didn’t my horny work? What about the nice wood I’ve been waking up with? River even asks: “What do you think happened?”

And suddenly I remember. I started a new Adderall prescription this morning. I’ve been on and off the stuff over the years, even though it’s considered by some random people who don’t even know me to have a high potential for abuse and therefore the feds make it nearly impossible for me to get, taking it in a vain attempt to stave off chronic fatigue. But I’ve never had this particular problem with Adderall before, at least not beyond the ED that some hack of a “doctor” gave me along with a vasectomy. Adderall’s usual effect is to give me enough energy where I feel I can take a good nap, then I take one.

So I look up Adderall and erection. There’s the usual crap about how it can affect your mood, mood affects erection, blah blah blah bullshit. Then there are the stories by the guys who are on it and can’t get it up even though they’re absolutely in the mood and ready to go. Like I was. There you go.

Adderall-induced ED would be completely intolerable. Any kind of ED is intolerable for me. Sex is my major antidepressant after all.

I’ll give it another “shot” (ha ha) but if it happens again that vial will be subject to the same fate as the Wellbutrin that made me suicidal. Unceremoniously thrown in the trash. I don’t even have enough energy to try to sell it to someone who might actually want it.

And I’ll do my best to make sure my next shot is tonight.

Deserted?

There’s some kind of big football game going on right now.  When I say football I mean the ugly American game, not the beautiful international game.

I’d been blissfully unaware of the entire season until River came home from the store yesterday and said there was a weird vibe there.  And a lot of people.  “Maybe it was pick-up night at the grocery store?”  “Maybe.  There was one guy looking at me like he’d pick me up.  I feel like I’m in my second hotness in life.”  “You’ve always been hot.  I’d pick you up at the grocery store.  Especially if you were in the tea section.  And hey, you were just at the naked spa.  You know you’re hot.”  “Yeah, down there looking at my competition.  Or lack thereof.”  That’s the spirit.  I don’t get to go the naked spa because it seems to be for women only, but many times I’ve come back from somewhere where the women are in swimsuits and get to tell River how her only competition was decades younger.

Then she figures it out.  “I think so many people were shopping because that football game is tomorrow.”  I wish she hadn’t told me that.

But last night I had a weird feeling that there was something good connected with this particular football game.  Didn’t think there was any chance I’d remember what it was.  Then it hit me.  There’s a building nearby with am interesting public space inside that would make a really interesting photography set.  Erotic photography.  And when we were there a year or two ago during this game the place was deserted.  And I made a mental note to remember later.  And here it is, later.  And I’m remembering.

I ask River about it.  “What, you want me to be naked in that public building?”  “No, I was thinking you could wear a skirt, and flip it up teasingly, then it could go right back down.”  “Hmm..  Maybe.”

Well.  We’ll see.

Edit: Ha ha, mission accomplished.  We’ll see, indeed.  I’ll make an exhibitionist out of her yet.