MarlowBunny
Really Experienced
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I am a man. I am clueless. I asked my wife to describe the sensation of vaginal penetration by my penis and/or her realistic (but bigger than me) ribbed purple dildo. She said vaginal penetration feels just like having a finger inserted and wiggled in your ear canal. She said that when properly aroused, it feels the same except you have a nagging itch in your ear canal and the wiggling finger scratches it.
My wife certainly conjured a vivid image for me, and I have asked her to stick a finger in my ear many times since
I must say it doesn't do much for me. As an author, I found her description less romantic than i'd hoped. As her lover, I am left somewhat disillusioned and compelled to concentrate on other erogenous zones.
I have read and written many passages about parting folds, entering the sanctum, satisfying a yearning to be filled, feeling split apart, craving penetration, etc. When writing, I imagine that the woman feels something analogous to the delightful friction that I feel on my penis with the added sensation of filling a void and having a rigid base upon which to bare down - clench muscles.
I also admit that from my romantic but ignorant perspective, access to the vagina is a generous offering with almost spiritual connotations mixed with subtle submission. Allowing another person to penetrate your body is surely the most intimate "invasion" of personal space. There is always subconscious risk or joy of potential pregnancy even when higher brain functions tell us it is impossible.
I find myself feeling possessive of access to my lover’s vagina because the level of intimacy _I_ ascribe to her vagina makes me think that the mere sensation of being penetrated by another man is the ultimate betrayal of the distinctive intimacy in our relationship. Isn’t becoming a cuckold the ultimate humiliation for a man?
So, as an author, should I just get over romantic descriptions of vaginal intercourse? Should I write from the female perspective with language I would use to describe having an ear cleaned by a particularly talented q-tip wielding Casanova?
Or does my wife just have really sensitive ear canals?
My wife certainly conjured a vivid image for me, and I have asked her to stick a finger in my ear many times since
I have read and written many passages about parting folds, entering the sanctum, satisfying a yearning to be filled, feeling split apart, craving penetration, etc. When writing, I imagine that the woman feels something analogous to the delightful friction that I feel on my penis with the added sensation of filling a void and having a rigid base upon which to bare down - clench muscles.
I also admit that from my romantic but ignorant perspective, access to the vagina is a generous offering with almost spiritual connotations mixed with subtle submission. Allowing another person to penetrate your body is surely the most intimate "invasion" of personal space. There is always subconscious risk or joy of potential pregnancy even when higher brain functions tell us it is impossible.
I find myself feeling possessive of access to my lover’s vagina because the level of intimacy _I_ ascribe to her vagina makes me think that the mere sensation of being penetrated by another man is the ultimate betrayal of the distinctive intimacy in our relationship. Isn’t becoming a cuckold the ultimate humiliation for a man?
So, as an author, should I just get over romantic descriptions of vaginal intercourse? Should I write from the female perspective with language I would use to describe having an ear cleaned by a particularly talented q-tip wielding Casanova?
Or does my wife just have really sensitive ear canals?
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