KaseE
Dancing into Dreams
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I can spend hours worshipping my man's penis.
It started with football games on TV. While he is an attentive and always satisfying lover, he loves to watch his favorite football teams play. So, most weekends in fall, there are three hours on Saturday (for his college alma mater's football game) and on Sunday (for his pro team's game) that he would not want to do anything but watch the TV. Unfortunately, I'm not a football fan myself.
I suppose it is the temptation of forbidden fruit. Knowing it was the only time he really did not want to take the time to make love, I'd get horny during these games. He'd be kind, and I often could seduce him to take time from the games, but not always, especially if the game was close or especially important.
One Sunday in fall two years ago, I had just finished cleaning up after brunch, and he was in his family room reading. By the time I joined him I was ready for some sweet athletic dessert on the couch, but as I walked into the room, he had just switched on the TV and announced it was time for the game. He was dressed in just some cotton boxers and a T-shirt. I did not object to him putting on the game. Instead, I just got down on my knees, pulled down his boxers and started giving him oral sex in the hope it would draw him away from watching the tube.
It didn't, exactly. He quickly grew hard in my mouth and, before I expected, he came there as well. Not deterred, I continued to suck him, rub him with my fingers, run his dick over my face, squeeze it between my breasts, etc. until he was hard. I found this fun.
I listened well enough to the TV announcers to realize it was a very close and exciting game. So, once he grew hard again from the attention I was giving his shaft, I simply gave him oral sex again. He eventually came again. I took pride in my oral prowess in making him come so quickly a second time. I continued this for the rest of the game. If I remember correctly, I made him come five times in all.
I was with him again the next weekend, and did the same thing during the college game on Saturday and the pro game on Sunday. I learned a lot about how his penis reacts to different stimulus. I also found fascinating how it changed from flaccid, to hardening, to stiff, and how it moved and flopped differently in these various stages. I spent more time playing with it and less time simply sucking it each time we did this. I came to find that I could spend hours just focusing on his penis and the way it responded to my worship of it.
This has now become a routine, and not just during every football game. It is now something I enjoy doing year round. When he is reading, or working at his desk, or doing much of anything else where he is sitting or laying down, even sometimes during meals, it has become my habit to worship his penis in this way. When we're apart, I often find myself daydreaming about his penis, and how it reacts while I worship it. Thinking about this is probably my most common mental image when masturbating, too.
Does anyone else do this with their men? I have to think I'm not the only one who has become so fixated on her man's member. Please, if you do this or something similar, I'd love to have you post about it here for me and others to read.
It started with football games on TV. While he is an attentive and always satisfying lover, he loves to watch his favorite football teams play. So, most weekends in fall, there are three hours on Saturday (for his college alma mater's football game) and on Sunday (for his pro team's game) that he would not want to do anything but watch the TV. Unfortunately, I'm not a football fan myself.
I suppose it is the temptation of forbidden fruit. Knowing it was the only time he really did not want to take the time to make love, I'd get horny during these games. He'd be kind, and I often could seduce him to take time from the games, but not always, especially if the game was close or especially important.
One Sunday in fall two years ago, I had just finished cleaning up after brunch, and he was in his family room reading. By the time I joined him I was ready for some sweet athletic dessert on the couch, but as I walked into the room, he had just switched on the TV and announced it was time for the game. He was dressed in just some cotton boxers and a T-shirt. I did not object to him putting on the game. Instead, I just got down on my knees, pulled down his boxers and started giving him oral sex in the hope it would draw him away from watching the tube.
It didn't, exactly. He quickly grew hard in my mouth and, before I expected, he came there as well. Not deterred, I continued to suck him, rub him with my fingers, run his dick over my face, squeeze it between my breasts, etc. until he was hard. I found this fun.
I listened well enough to the TV announcers to realize it was a very close and exciting game. So, once he grew hard again from the attention I was giving his shaft, I simply gave him oral sex again. He eventually came again. I took pride in my oral prowess in making him come so quickly a second time. I continued this for the rest of the game. If I remember correctly, I made him come five times in all.
I was with him again the next weekend, and did the same thing during the college game on Saturday and the pro game on Sunday. I learned a lot about how his penis reacts to different stimulus. I also found fascinating how it changed from flaccid, to hardening, to stiff, and how it moved and flopped differently in these various stages. I spent more time playing with it and less time simply sucking it each time we did this. I came to find that I could spend hours just focusing on his penis and the way it responded to my worship of it.
This has now become a routine, and not just during every football game. It is now something I enjoy doing year round. When he is reading, or working at his desk, or doing much of anything else where he is sitting or laying down, even sometimes during meals, it has become my habit to worship his penis in this way. When we're apart, I often find myself daydreaming about his penis, and how it reacts while I worship it. Thinking about this is probably my most common mental image when masturbating, too.
Does anyone else do this with their men? I have to think I'm not the only one who has become so fixated on her man's member. Please, if you do this or something similar, I'd love to have you post about it here for me and others to read.
