It’s a sensitive matter
Cock in hand, ball sack tugged hard and low, foreskin pulled as far back as possible, pre-cum smeared over swollen helmet, fingers rasping cruelly at sensitive flesh. That’s when it struck me. That was the moment the light bulb appeared above my head.
That was when I diagnosed one of my Wife’s problems.
Ok. I know I diagnosed one of my Wife’s problems sounds a pretty arrogant, a bit judgemental, and if I meant it literally I’d deserve all the flaming every feminist in the land could heap on me. But …
Every woman I’ve ever fucked (and one of two I haven’t quite fucked) has enjoyed me masturbating them. And every one of them has enjoyed me spreading wide their pussy lips, easing back their hood, and strumming (or licking) at their clit like my life depended on it. At times I’ve had scratches down my back, aching hair folicles and burst eardrums to prove it. Every single one of them. Without exception. Well, actually every single one of them, with one exception: my Wife.
In the 12yrs or so that we’ve been together, the number of times my hand has been allowed between her thighs is … well, let’s just say we haven’t discarded as many calendars. As for the number of times my fingers have be allowed to explore the inner delights of Her lovely cunt, I think you could probably half that number, and then round down the resultant digit. Never, I repeat NEVER, have I been permitted to attend to Her clit. I can occasionally massage Her mound, I can bump and grind against it when we fuck, but I may not so much as graze a finger across Her pearl.
And as I threashed away at my own tender helmet, a possible reason hit me.
As you may know, Dear Reader, I am the proud owner of a foreskin. What’s significant here is its primary biological purpose: to protect the sensitive tissues of, and around the tip of the penis.
If you don’t have a foreskin of your own, let me assure you there are quite a lot of sensitive tissues that make up the tip of the penis and the foreskin does a very good job of protecting them. Significantly, it does a very good job of keeping them sensitive.
Surprisingly, I had probably been tossing myself off for about a decade and a half before I really understood the divine pleasures of pulling back my foreskin, to expose my glans to direct stimulation. And I have Geri to thank for that lesson. Up until that point, I had stroked myself off exploiting the elastic nature of my cock’s skin and keeping my knob largely covered. Then one day, as Geri’s hand was wrapped around my shaft, she sharply pulled back my foreskin. Further back than it had ever been pulled. A lot further. Completely exposing my corona and sulcus for the first time. It was a bit of a shock, really quite uncomfortable, and I flinched as I told her to take it easy.
However, it was a bit like loosing your virginity. The first time is quite likely to be somewhere between disappointing and regrettable. From then on, it just gets better and better. And it did. As Geri started taking The Pill around the same time, we also stopped using condoms, and it’s difficult to explain quite how much better her cunt felt as my tip got more and more used to stimulation.
In the preceding 15 years, when I had tossed myself off, my fingers had rarely ventured ‘twixt my hood and glans, and when they did the sensations were sufficiently intense that I could only tolerate them momentarily. Having fallen victim to Geri’s enthusiasm for my cock I found a whole new world of masturbation was progressively opened before me. Where I had loved my shaft, I finally understood the mind melting pleasure I could have from playing with my helmet.
Now here’s the science bit.
The clitoris and the glans are the same thing.
Obviously that’s not exactly true, but do a little reading on sexual development in the context of embryology, and it won’t take you long to learn that the clitoris and glans are derived from the same cellular structures. (I may have my terminology slightly wrong; please forgive me if so.) Which, at last, brings me to my point …
Not long after we started sleeping together, my Wife asked how often I wanked. Knowing that 10-15 times a week was more frequent than the vast majority of people, I lied. I think I probably said 2 or 3 times a week. When I asked how often She wanked, She said occasionally. I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only one being a little loose with the truth. What I suspect She meant was that She had masturbated occasionally. I’m guessing that even having then reached Her early 30s, She had only ever fingered Herself a few times.
Just as my glans had only latterly been introduced to direct attention, and had previously been almost intolerably sensitive, so remains my Wife’s clit. Because She’s never played with it, and no one else has been allowed to, Her clit is just too damned sensitive. And I suspect that unless She makes a concerted effort to rectify that situation, Her most exquisite of buttons, will for ever remain off limits.