Saturday, June 27, 2009

Wishing she was here!

The house is still, kids in bed, I slowly make my way to my room. Checking the doors, they are all locked, lights off, the stairs creak under my feet. My yellow lab by my side, following me up the stairs. I place my hand on her back, she enjoys my touch. I look in on the kids. Tucking them in, making sure they are not too warm or too cold. Moving their bodies closer to the center of the bed. Innocently they sleep, my daughter reminds me of me, on top of the covers. My son, usually tucked under layers of blankets like his mom. Precious, loving children, I never knew what it meant to be a father, I am so glad I am.

I walk into my room, the bed is empty, no wife tonight. I hate going to bed alone, every third day at the firehouse is enough. There it is much easier, a twin bed, no room for anyone else. Tonight is a king bed, empty space where she should be, I feel the emptiness. I turn on the ceiling fan, the cool air circles throughout the room. The dog curls up on her chair, waiting to be tucked in, too old to join me, I tuck her, kissing he on the head.

Climbing into bed, I kick the blankets and sheets aside. Always too warm, needing the breeze to make me comfortable. I use two body pillows, placing them where my wife would be, cold and not warm, I pull them close to me. Holding them tightly, thinking of her, missing her touch, her warmth, her love. I turn on the television, looking for something to watch, I am restless. Setting the timer, I wonder where she is, hoping she is having fun, wanting her with me. A romantic movie now reminds me more of her, I toss and turn, thoughts of her racing through my mind.

The light still illuminates the room, I turn to my left side, shutting of the lamp. Now only the light from the television keeps me awake. My eyes are heavy, lonely, tired, my body begins to give up. My eyes are closed, I imagine she is near, holding me, wishing she was here!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Shaving Bald

Rain had drenched the area for the past several days. Waking up this morning the air was fresh, sun shining bright, the smell of fresh mowed grass permeated the air. I lie in bed, stretching myself, loving the smoothness of the cranberry red sheets.

I rose out of bed and into the bathroom, turned on the shower, then walked to the toilet. Most of us men wake up erect when our bladder is full, mine was definitely full. Pulling my penis through the opening, I pressed it down so that I could aim for the toilet. The pressure in which I released was strong and powerful, refreshing, I could feel my penis getting smaller. Finishing I put the lid down, flushed and back to the shower.

Opening the door I could tell the water was hot, unlike others, I like a mediocre temperature shower. Placing my fingers in my waistband, I slid my boxer briefs down, kicking them to the laundry pile. With my left foot, I stepped in, the water refreshing to my skin. I stood under the shower head, water in my face, looking into it, waking my senses. Running my hands over my chest, then grabbing my cock, making sure it was wet too, cleaning the most important part of my body.

Reaching for the shaving cream, then squeezing some into my hand, I lathered my scalp. Slowly I shave the surface, until it feels completely smooth. My hand glides over it, smooth as a babies butt. Grabbing my bar of soap, I lather the rest of my body. Tantalizing my senses as my hand touches every part of my body. Taking extra care of my privates, lathering up my member, now becoming slightly erect again. As I cleanse the circumcision it feels good, not as good as when she touches it but good. I take some more time as my hand caresses my cock. My mind begins to wonder, images of women flash through my mind, wondering if I have what it takes to masturbate.

With no avail I change my mind, I grab the Oil of Olay body wash. Filling my hand again, I decide to lather my balls and cock. Grabbing the razor, I begin to shave my privates. It is sensual as the razor glides over my sac, my cock is now stiff. I run the razor down the sides, around the head, being very careful not to cut myself. Last time I found out how vascular the skin could be, however, the biggest problem that presented was that I couldn't cum for a couple of days. Now that is a tragedy.

A few minutes had passed, like my head, my balls were smooth and soft. I liked how sensual the were after I shaved. When I touched them it added the sense of awareness that I didn't notice before I shaved. The skin was exposed, wanting to be appreciated. My hand felt good on my cock and balls as I rubbed myself. I was very stiff, it ached it was so stiff. I stroked it a few more times and still it wasn't there, so I finished my shower.

Stepping out onto the rug, I grabbed a towel and began to dry myself. Drying my scalp first, then my body, eventually drying my legs. Finally I began to dry my cock, then my balls, the towel even felt different. I was enjoying the sensitivity that I hadn't experienced before. Today I just felt like shaving them, I am glad I did, I should have done this long ago.

Back in the bedroom I climbed onto the bed, the ceiling fan drying me the rest of the way. Naked and spread out, I lie there on those cranberry red sheets. The softness under my back, thoughtless I lie there watching the fan. She walked into the room, noting that I was naked, wondering what I was doing. That is when she noticed my cock and balls. Curious she touched them, cupping her hand around the sac.

Her warm hands against my slightly cool and damp skin. My cock still extremely hard, she squeezed it, making it twitch. She giggled, looking at me, then leaning over she placed her warm wet mouth over the head of my cock. As her mouth slid down the shaft I could feel the warm and wet sensation overcoming my thoughts. One hand still cupped on my balls, the other now wrapped around my shaft, the head in her mouth. She began to slowly suck my cock, feeling it twitch and move with every motion. Sighs of enjoyment as she bobbed up and down, her hand squeezing me harder.

Slowing down she looked up at me " I am glad you decided to shower!" Then taking me in her mouth she continued to suck my cock. I am so glad that I had decided to shower when I did, exposing my skin, allowing myself to experience senses that I had never experienced before.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

~Amazing shower~

The orgasm, one of the most amazing things one can experience, however, I have found it is just as satisfying to watch your lover orgasm. It has come to be just as satisfying to watch her cum as cumming myself. I still want to feel my release, however, I would much rather see her or have her release before me. I love watching and listening to a woman orgasm. As they breathe their nostrils begin to flare, short breaths, deep breaths, rib cage becoming exposed. Abdominal muscles tighten and contract, sometimes quivering in conjunction with the arching of their back. Finally the lack of self control as they release that powerful orgasm. Usually followed by slight quirky little smile of refreshment.

It seems as if the shower or bath is a common way for her to masturbate, probably because this is the only time she has alone. There are plenty of toys, I love buying toys, but it still takes time alone and with kids that time is hard to find. Always curious about her sexuality, I annoy her by asking if she came in the shower. Men would ejaculate every hour of the day if possible, just the way we or maybe I am wired. Curiosity always gets the best of me, I could watch and learn with women all day long, I am intrigued by the female body.

I heard her turn on the shower, running naked through the bedroom to get a couple of towels. Making fun of her, she laughed, smiled and ran back into the bathroom. It was soon after that when I heard the shower door open then close. I conveniently waited a couple of minutes to go ask her a question.

She like her showers hot and steamy, as I walked into the bathroom the steam clung to the ceiling. It reach down about a foot, creating a haze as I walked in. Unaware of my plans, I purposely was distracting her, letting her know I was going to be busy, allowing her those precious moments to masturbate. I wanted to watch her, it turned me on, so I tried to set the stage, hoping that she would believe that she had enough time to cum. Leaving the bathroom I closed the door behind me, again offering her much needed time alone.

I secretly opened our closet door and entered, leaving the light off, standing in there, watching and waiting. I knew this was the perfect spot, I accidentaly witnessed her doing this a few years ago, making me curious about how she likes to orgasm, raising questions, wanting to know what makes her click. My questions however, caused her to believe that I was jealous, in reality, I enjoyed watching.

As I stood in the in the closet, I peered through the crack of the door, hoping she would masturbate. Why I just didn't ask her if I could watch, I don't know the answer to that, maybe I was feeling naughty by being discreet. A few minutes passed and she was looking as if she was going to begin, sure enough she took down the hand held shower head. Spraying the wall, warming it for her back, giving her a place to brace against.

She began running water over her breasts, up too her neck, slowly warming herself up. While her mind wandered and dreamed in fantasy land, her nipples became more erect. One hand was now massaging her breast, as she lowered the shower head to her pussy, then back up to her neck. I could feel the surge of blood to my penis, now becoming hard and erect. I began stroking it slowly as I watched, her actions had me excited. Watching patiently, she then took her other hand, spreading her lips, exposing her clit. Lowering the shower head with a direct massaging stream over her clit. Her body flinched with the intense sensitivity, I could see her abdominals tighten, stomach quiver, as she moved the stream back and forth over her lips.

I was now extremely hard, cock in my hand, stroking slowly. Never intending to cum myself, I just naturally wanted to stroke it while I watched. She was now biting her lip, face grimacing, I knew it was getting intense. Bracing against the wall was getting difficult, her breathing was short, abdominals tight. Suddenly I heard a large gasp as she came, a slight moan came with it, her body shook. Such an amazing sight to see, totally amazed by her body and mind, it gave me great pleasure to watch. I loved that smile followed when she came, quirky and happy. The smile I always saw at her happiest moments.

Using the shower she then began to calm herself down, just as she did to warm herself up, now in reverse order. Placing the shower head back into the bracket, she then grabbed her shampoo, continuing with her shower. I then snuck out of the closet, going back to my to tasks that I told her I was going to be doing. Pleased that I was able to watch, I too was smiling.

After her shower she found me, wrapped in her towels, wiping her face. Looking at me, she said" Were you watching me shower?" " Why would you enjoy me watching you?" I replied. She then explained that with the door partially closed she felt as if I was watching her. I explained that if I wanted to watch, I would have stood there and watched. I was afraid that she had seen me, afraid that I had interrupted that little bit of personal space that she needed. She likes that thought of someone watching us making love, however, I was unsure how she felt about this.

So now when she showers, I make sure that I always pull a door part way shut or open. Making her wonder if I am there watching. Hoping that this adds to her fantasy, hoping that when she masturbates, that she has an explosive and pleasurable orgasm. I love helping and watching her orgasm, as I said before, it turns me on to watch her. Most times than not, watching her, always benefits me. Its amazing how that works! ;)

Have ever noticed, is your door, open or closed? Does the thought of someone watching turn you on?