As I mentioned a few days ago, things at home on the sex life front haven’t exactly been desirable. There are a bunch of reasons I don’t need to go into as to why, but it has been pretty boring to sum things up. I raised this with my angel a few weeks ago and, in the interest of keeping the relationship within a glimmer of hope of surviving, I suggested we come up with 3 things for the following week we wanted to try with the other person.
Now, as you may remember, my angel is not particularly well versed in sexuality or sensuality. Her idea of exotic is turning the lights out. Anything other than missionary is deemed anti social behaviour and akin to bestiality. So my expectations were pretty low about what she would choose.
I, on the other hand, had a list as long as my arm of things I wanted to try with her. I had, however, limited the game to three things though; I had to abide by my own rules. What would your three things be to try given a chance I wonder? Leave a comment.
I proposed a few nights where we allowed each other to exercise one of our list of three. As expected, the angel didn’t have a list, so I offered to go first and expand her education. She went out to work for the afternoon and as evening set in I turned the bedroom into a massage parlour. The bed was stripped back to a bare sheet, towels were laid out, oil was placed in a warming dish, and I dug a blindfold out of one of the many airline wash kits I’ve accrued over the years of travel. My plan was to get her into the bath, as she started to climb out, I’d dim the lights, towel her down, blindfold her to lower her inhibitions, then lay her out to massage her.
That plan was part 1 of my evening and, with a few minor disagreements, went according to plan. The problem was part 2. Now whilst she was at work, I’d laid out the room with bits and pieces, towels, oil as I’ve said, but also a hidden video camera and my phone. My idea was, to get her blindfolded, begin to massage her, but every now and then, take a break, and video her so I can beat myself stupid on my business trips over her naked body. I also wanted to capture her arse on film, since I never get a chance to see it up close.
For the record, there is no way on hell she would agree to me doing the above, which is why I hid the camera in the room. Now when I say hidden, what I mean is that it was on the floor under the bed and that, as the evening progressed, I would grab it whilst massaging her feet, and film a few minutes of her ass whilst her legs were spread apart.
Lighting was a problem, so the results were crappy, but I still managed to massage her and in particular the area around her backside. The point was that was the thing I wanted to do. However, this just got my juices flowing, so me being me, I went to finish her off with my fingers whilst she was still lying face down. This produced excellent results as she shuddered on my fingertips. Very nice.
I was still bursting with an erection, and she was still lying face down on the bed. I’d spent the best part of an hour staring at her ass hole as I massaged her, and I had nothing but ass on my mind.
We’ve never done anal. ever. I haven’t even suggested it because I already know the answer. but for whatever reason, that night I felt like it would be the night to try.
I started to kiss her neck, slowly at first, then with a little more venom. As I did, lying across her back as I was, my dick was already brushing through her parted cheeks. I could feel the end rubbing on something and figured it was her ass. This just raised the stakes further and I started to increase the friction as I moved as I kissed her from behind. By this point, her backside was moving to meet my motions, and I could feel my cock lying down the valley of her arse.
She was responding to my advances, so stupidly, I thought she was ready. I slowly worked my hand down and held the end of my dick. I could feel the puckered skin around her hole and recognised it was pretty dry except for some pre-cum from me. I rubbed my dick down her slit to get some of her juices involved, which worked a treat. As I was doing this, one of my fingers glanced inside her pussy lips, making her squirm a little more.
I could feel everything starting to lubricate, so I changed my rhythm a little to make more of a forward motion, rather than the vertical brushing I’d been doing. I felt myself pushing against solid skin. Not quite in the right place yet I thought. Lower. Lower still. Then I found it, the holy grail of interesting sex.
Oh my goodness. Was she not ready for it.
The first 2 seconds were her casually mentioning that I was pushing against her ass. Presumably thinking I was making a mistake. Seconds 2-4 were the era of recognition, where she understood that I had intent. seconds 4-6 were spent with her body magically shuffling forwards without any part of her anatomy moving so she could escape the invader. Needless to say, my attempt was thwarted. Did I caress her and attempt another go? Did I explain that we’d agreed we could do anything we wanted to and this was my thing? Did I man up and say that for the 5 years we’ve been together anal sex has been as high on my list as anything you care to mention?
No. I whimped out completely and said sorry, I didn’t realise, and would she be so kind as to climb back down from the top of the headboard so normal service could be resumed. I hate monotony. I want, no need, variety in my sex life. I think it might be time to find someone who can spice things up a little more.