Why wouldn’t you?

Posted in Random stuff about sex with tags , , , on May 10, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

A few weeks ago I woke from a dream about Her going down on me. Just as with Her real blow jobs, She was taking no more than my helmet in Her mouth, despite my gentle nudges forward.
Me: Could you suck more of my length, please?
I don’t think it was an unreasonable request. When giving head, a mouth is, in a sense, a surrogate pussy. I think it’s a fair assumption that most people, male and female, would be dissatisfied with only an inch of pussy penetration, and thus just getting your tip felated is not going to be the best oral sex.
Her: I couldn’t get any more in my mouth.
Me: You could, really.
Her: Don’t Continue reading

Sinful Sunday 317 : Frames

Posted in Sinful Sunday on May 7, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

There are so many ways to interpret the word frame. I looked the definition.

frame /freɪm/
1. a rigid supporting structure that surrounds something such as a picture, door, or windowpane.
2. a person’s body with reference to its size or build.
3. surround so as to create a striking or attractive image.

Sinful SundayI think this covers all of those, one way or another.

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It’s not so good to talk

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife with tags , , , , , on May 5, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Her: It seems like we’re not having sex again. Like we’ve give up.
Me: I probably have.
Her: Why?
Me: Because it’s easier.
We’d been in bed for just a few minutes.
The conversation went on. Slowly.

What follows are some of the highlights, or rather the lowlights:

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Timing is everything and nothing

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , on May 4, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

At some point in the day I had voiced an opinion contrary to Hers. There was always the potential for the topic to be controversial, but She reacted badly … or I presented it badly … and whilst there was no shouting or bitching, She walked out of the room. It soured most of the rest of the day with a subtle, unspoken undertone.

Come bed time, I undressed as She was in the bathroom. She had already got into Her old, baggy, black, threadbare nightshirt. As I put my bright pink, pouch enhancing trunks and t-shirt into the laundry basket, I couldn’t help but notice the delicates laundry bag containing the Infamous Red Briefs. I guessed Continue reading

The elephant in the drawer

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on May 3, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Monday morning, and it’s another Bank Holiday, so no need to get up early. I’m awake at 5am with an erection hard enough to drill for diamonds. It twitches enthusiastically when freed from the static constraints of my fist.

A little after 5:30am She gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. She then returns to bed. Over the next Continue reading

Of elephants and albatroses

Posted in Random stuff about sex on April 30, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

(Apologies to those trying to follow this debacle chronologically: The following was originally posted out of sequence, and should have been published after Later.)

There was no scheduled sex on Wednesday night. But on Thursday morning,
half and hour before the alarm, She gets up and goes to the bathroom. When She returns to bed She rests a hand on my shoulder.
I don’t respond. It’s not exactly a forthright expression of I want to fuck.
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