Fucking

All that we are, stares back at what we are. We all approach a photograph of ourself in the nude, with not a stitch on with a vicarious thrill. I have ten photographs of me in the nude taken by my wife at the time ten years ago. Not bad at all, I think to myself. In one she is masturbating me. Its a great shot of the Prince Albert, and her hand with hippie rings on her fingers, and the head of my cock, lush and inviting her mouth to cover it.

I am exploring my naked body in the camera. It's a thrill. I keep going back to the pic where I am eating her out. We were both pissed and set the camera up to click away as we fucked on the lounge floor. Getting her lower body into the right angle so I could place my mouth, and tongue, into her snatch took a bit of doing. I can still taste her. Taste her moist cunt in my mouth. In one pic I am looking over the brow of her pelvis, my mouth firmly embedded in her pussy.

My wife has a way of playing with my balls which I like very much. I'd lie there while she played, holding my ball bag in her hand, looking at my cock. twisting, and pulling it, sometimes kissing it, sucking it, while it is pissing down outside with rain. She moves my balls around, weighing each one carefully in her hand, rolling them between her fingers. My cock getting excited, sticking up like a witches broom.

I love to get her sexually excited. She loves to get me sexually excited. Sex on the dining room table, dishing up our genitals, feeding each other our secret places, excites me. Oysters and sperm. Yes, I like to keep the foreplay going for long as possible. Touching, smelling, tasting, looking, exploring every nook and cranny. Getting into every crevice, every curve, valley, ass crack, every hole. Her sexy beauty is the seasoning, and now I need to taste her. Taste you, smell you, lick and probe you.

Sex without pleasure is not sex. Sex without pain is not sex. My wife and I know how to combine the two, into the best meal. Smack that Ooooooooooooo. Sex has a ferocity to it. She clutched my balls and squeezed them without pity. Her teeth scissored my shaft. My cock is covered in spittle and blood. I bite down on her clitoris, pull at it like a puppy with a rope in its mouth. She screams. We tie each other up, and prod and poke. She ties my ball bag with her lace panties until they turn blue. My cock turns purple, and is rigid as fuck, as she masturbates it. Soon the insides are cascading out the eye and down the sides, pooling on her hand where she grips my orgasming cock.

If I had a vagina for a day, I would learn how to masturbate it. I would pee from it. I would show it to as many guys as I could. I would photograph it. And Oh yeah, I would have a penis fuck it.

You trace the veins that run the length of my cock with your tongue. My whole life is about locating pleasure in my body. I can tell you are wet from just thinking about my body. The wetness of your body delights me sexually. I want to kiss you there. Kiss your wetness. Feel those moist lips on my lips. I want to French kiss you there. Place my tongue in there. I want to kiss you badly. We are bodies drugged out of our minds. We are bursting with sexual heat, that craves for release. You activate the horny in me. Lets do all the things we ever wanted to do, or imagined done to us. I want to feel the secrecy of it, on my skin. I like so much that tension before the explosion. This is foreplay. You are an animal hungry for every way of knowing me.

You throw your legs up over my shoulders so I can plunge my hard cock into you. Your cunt is totally surrendered to me. It is wide open and juicy. You ride my witches broomstick. The drug of my cock is in you. We slip and slide together as fuckers do. You paint my cock with your wetness. As there is no one inside our bodies, we can allow our bodies to fuck in whatever way they want. Our bodies filled with rich odors, sea odors, and musk odors. The sounds of my penis fucking her enters our ears. The sensual sounds of slapping, squishing into our pores. Your cunt is swollen, is sexed to the max. The potion drunk by fuckers is prepared by nobody but ourselves. Between her legs she was impaled upon my rigid pole of cock. She would have nothing but my penis smoking her body. Her long slender polished legs. Her rich pubic hair, her glowing skin, her fruiting breasts, were the servants of sex.

We were both made by two people fucking. We were both born in an orgasm. She could feel the tautness of my penis sawing her. Firm, so salty and vigorous.