Perfect Lips, Flawless Fingertips

Enormous progress!

Following on from touch. Some intimate details follow. See this comment for ethical justification.

A returned and, after filling me in on the morning’s business, announced that she was going to the loo then getting in bed and going to sleep and I could join her if I wanted. OK, I said nonchalantly, I would join her. She went off to the loo. I finished scouring out the pan I was working on, calmly removed my rubber gloves, then ran through to the bedroom, tore my clothes off and dived into bed. Got myself snugged up.

A came in, continued with the newsreel, got into her pyjamas and into bed, still talking. I snugged up to her as close as I could. The pattern here is that A talks and talks, then goes to sleep. I said something nice to her which broke her discourse and we started kissing.

I was able to hold her to me, to feel her whole body, to slowly remove her clothes. I kissed her everywhere (well, OK, the front half of her body and her legs). I enjoyed the different smells and tastes of her body.

It’s been so long, I found it strange and difficult to physically maneuvre myself around her body. To tell the truth I’ve often wished I could do without arms during lovemaking, and just be a kind of disembodied face with hands and legs, oh and a primary sex organ. Can arms be used erotically like legs can?

She said nice things to me, she kissed me back, her breathing and the colours of her skin changed. She clambered around me rather more nimbly than I clambered around her (she works out).

A comes very quickly, so at earliest signs I would back off for a while. I love stomach and back. Stomach feels very intimate just by being so soft and tender — and I famously (among the three of us) do /not/ like my tummy being touched. Back, seemingly so distant and impersonal, but massaging and caressing the shoulders and neck feeds into the whole body, and touching the spine can start fires too.

A enjoyed the attention she was getting but I note now she didn’t touch me in the same way, other than holding me and kissing my lips. I think I was too busy, or she wanted me to take the lead.

All was going well and I thought she was coming but suddenly she was in pain and we stopped. Too dry. My immediate thought was how to make sure she was nice and wet next time.

So we hugged and talked and we lay in bed for the rest of the morning. I held her to me and she let my mouth and hands roam freely.

It was very very nice. I want it to happen again soon. Next time I’ll try and make sure she’s wet, and I’ll see if she’d like to touch me.