Thursday, October 28, 2010

Mad at cookies

Little butter cookies with orange icing on top. I was raging earlier tonight because after we put the kids in bed, my wife spent the rest of the evening baking cookies for my son's preschool Halloween party. I know how draining it is to take care of kids all day, and I try and go out of my way to giver her time to relax, and what does she do? She volunteers to bake cookies. And I had been hoping for a romp in the hay, as it's been a while due to various real life stuff, including her time of the month.

But a funny thing happened. Even though I was a little peeved, I still wanted her badly. I gave her a hug, kissed her neck, she responded, we made out briefly in the kitchen and all was right. We even talked a little, and I understood a little that she wanted to bake cookies.

And tonight, as she was about to go to bed, she came downstairs to check to see if I was locked. I wasn't, because contrary to my last post, I'm still having device issues. The honor system SUCKS.

We made out a little bit more.

"I hope this chastity thing works out."

"Me too."

"I can be kinky and happy, and you can be... happy."

We even shared a cookie; one less for the little beasts.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Tenative lift off

After 10+ frustrating and occasionally painful weeks I seem to have finally turned the corner, and I'm on my way to beating the CB into submission. More likely, it's the other way around and my body is finally starting to adapt, but I can repeatedly wear the device for 48 hours without any sores or nasty welts appearing. I can't say there's been a magic bullet, except perhaps avoiding Cyclopentasiloxane (I've settled on plain old baby oil, used sparingly). I've done things like sanding down the square edges of the A-ring, and I'm sure that helped, but I think it mostly comes down to persistence: you just have to wear it as much as you can.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Pretty Nice Night

"Pretty nice night." That's the last thing she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.

Earlier in the day I had texted her,  "I need to give you a full body massage and maybe more tonight. What do you want for dinner?" To which she replied, "Sounds very nice - or naughty. Surprise me with dinner :)"

It had been raining all day: stew weather. So I browned some beef, threw in some potatoes, onions and peas, plus a bottle of Vermont Long Trail Ale. A loaf of bread and a decent Shiraz rounded out the meal. And I had it all waiting for her when she got home. The kids almost blew it though, refusing to eat the stew (ok, maybe that beer wasn't such a good idea), making for a very stressful dinner. By the time we packed them off to bed we were both wiped and I was sure she just wanted to sleep, but she remembered the massage offer!

I started with her neck, worked my way down her back, lingering at her gorgeous ass, before moving on to her feet, all the while whispering into her ears my love for her. I had her turn over and then worked my way back up, caressing her legs, her tummy, her breasts and finished it off with a face and scalp massage. God, I love the way her skin feels under my hand. I love her little purrs of satisfaction as I gently kissed her back.  And one point I was straddling her stomach, both hands stroking her breasts, gazing at her nakedness, and it struck me how completely at ease we were with each other, that divine intimacy.

By the time I was done, I wasn't sure she wanted the "maybe more" as she seemed pretty blissed out. But my hornyness got the best of me and I wheedled the chance to lick her pussy while she drifted off to sleep. I promised I would go really slow and gentle. This is something that I've always wanted to do, but she's always said no until now. As usual, the reality doesn't match up with the fantasy. Just how does a woman recline in bed so that she can sleep while at the same time position her pussy for licking? Having her bum on a pillow will put the objective in reach, but having your bum above the level of your head is hardly good for sleep.

Anyway, after some awkward fumbling around not being able to see a thing, I was about to give up, when out of the blue she said, "I'm getting turned on." Hit me with a knotted whip, I had read her fidgeting all wrong! So I rearranged myself between her legs and dove back in. I held the entire length of my tongue against her pussy, going much slower than I usually do. I did everything at a much gentler pace, as if I was really trying to put her to sleep. It drove her wild, and after much nibbling, and blowing, and probing, she was bucking her hips against my mouth, driving her pussy into my face, her love juices dripping. I felt her steadily tense up, the rhythm of her hips steadily increasing as she went over the top. It was an amazing orgasm, long, and deep, and satisfying. After that she rolled over and drifted off to sleep, leaving me also strangely satisfied even though all I did all night was leak a copious amount of pre-cum.

Pretty nice night...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

A good day

No, I didn't make it. Last Sunday we made love and then I wormed my way into a hand-job. After 16 days without an orgasm, you'd think it would have been mind blowing. But it wasn't. Not sure why. I came a lot, but I've had much stronger orgasms. Just to see, I wanked the next day, and sure enough, it was great. And the next day, and the next day, and ... well, you get the idea.

Masturbation felt great, but it made me a bitch to be around, and not the good kind of bitch either. So I stopped a few days ago (with no help from the fucking sore-inducing device, I might add).

This morning we snuck away for a bit of intimacy, and it was fabulous. Lots of necking, hugging, back rubs, ending with me happily licking her to an orgasm.