[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Shortly after I made the post Mrs. G asked to see my bottom. She was concerned about having left a mark with the riding crop. She likes to switch between devices. I never know what’s coming.

I know she still struggles with this discipline dynamic. She admits she only does it for my personal pleasure. She said last nights event was delivered fast and furious to get it done quickly. But she also took me further on the pain and color levels.

Today I thanked her for making me a better man.

One time she made mention of having me cut my own switch. I don’t bring that one up. I want it to be her idea. If it’s her idea it will mean so much more to me. I do look forward to the day she makes me cut my own switch.

[Tongue+groove]

Our valentines toga part was a huge success. Greenery everywhere. We prepared our meal together. Every type of nut, date, olive, cheese, etc. possible. Every pillow in the house piled on the living room floor. Mrs. G let me help her with her toga. Coming from the shower in a towel I wrapped her in her toga strapless style. Then she dropped her towel without me seeing her nakedness, so proper she is. Then her accessories, golden bracelets, dangling earrings, golden cord with tassels around her waist all topped off with a Tierra .

She could have surely passed for a Greek goddess.

We ate on the floor, fed each other and listened to music talking and laughing.

By the time the evening came to an end she was eager to be tended to. It was actually rather erotic working my way around her toga to explore her body. I provided her with two o’s the second being incredibly explosive. Thinking she was done I started to depart when she just pulled my head back in and without a word required a third from me. Oh how I love this woman who has come to expect things from me.

Afterwords I gently cleaned and dried her so she could fall fast asleep. As for me, ehh who cares it was all for her. I will say she never touched or mentioned anything about mr. Wanky. He just stayed put away all snuggled up, I don’t think he even considered trying to get involved. He knew why we were here.

The big takeaway is she is getting comfortable being spoiled as she puts it. No guilt, no reciprocation, no obligation, just all her.

Life is great!

[Kh_C]

She could have surely passed for a Greek goddess

You appreciate what a wonderful lady you have by your side. Your enthusiasm in repeatedly ending "life is great" really stands out, and it’s a joy to witness Mr @Tongue+groove

[Tongue+groove]

You appreciate what a wonderful lady you have by your side.

She’s my best friend. There’s not much that we do separately. Yesterday when I left for my wood shop she kissed me bye and said, “I guess I can do without you for a few hours“.

That made my heart melt.

My wood shop is just a stone’s throw away.

[Tongue+groove]

Watched a new calf hit the ground just hours before snowmageddon hits. Was able to walk cow and new calf into a barn before it got too bad. Helped momma to dry jr off.

Came in to Mrs g saying that I would drip vigorously tonight without cumming. At this point that sounds relaxingly wonderful but also exhausting at the same time.

Will log in in the morning to post the events if they happen.

Life is good, night.

[Tongue+groove]

After supper and a little tv we transitioned to music and reading. At some point Mrs. G put little dog to bed. When she returned she simply got down on her knees in front of me sitting in my chair. This is so arousing to me as I know it takes a lot for her to do, arthritis in her hips and knees is her enemy. She blames me for years of hard cock pounding her in the pretzel. Oh the days of her locking her ankles behind her head, or playing frogger as she called it when she would squat and bounce on me.

Oh yeah, where was I? Yes she then pulled the front of my sweats down and says “oops I forgot the key, you need to lose these while I get it”.

When she returns she tosses a pillow down to kneel on, this was a sign that she was all business. Last time she did this resulted in a full on swallowed bj.

Unlocking me I sprang to life too quickly to remove the ring. She cradled mr. Wanky in one hand and gently massaged him with the other and while staring me in the eyes she says, “I’m just taking a little off the top, a healthy dribble with no cumming. Understand?

Yes ma’am.

As she starts massaging mr. Wanky she keeps her eyes locked on mine and talks to me.

Her: I need you to tell me how to do this. You know just make it dribble.

Me: but you are already so good at it, what’s there to tell?

Her: I WANT you to talk me through this, TELL me how it’s done, like I’ve never done it before.

I’m thinking this is so erotic I can’t do it.

Her: come on talk to me, I need instructions.

Me: first don’t let it spurt, second once it starts you have to stop stimulation, third there’s the taste test of success.

As I’m talking she’s just staring at and massaging mr. Wanky.

Her: I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so bright red, almost a pure purple. And look at these veins bulging. (As she traces them with a finger) This is making me so wet and horny, tomorrow you will be treating me big time.

At the right moment I had her stop and she just let him lay there by himself. Both of us staring at poor mr wanky and each other just watching and waiting . Then I gave a big sigh and the poor guy started oozing profusely. With a satisfied smile she scooped it up gave me a taste and started using what she calls nature’s lube to start vigorously jerking me. Post o torture without the o, I felt myself trying to cum but couldn’t. There are no words to describe the sensation.

She cleaned me and relocked me and let me go to bed. Satisfied without being satisfied if that makes sense.

This morning spooning her about 4am she says you’re all lovey dovey this morning.

Me: I slept good and I’m super horny, can I treat you this morning.

No you need to wait.

Oh how I love this woman.

Life is soooo good.

[Tongue+groove]

Came in from checking on livestock and fired up the outside stove and the one in the shop.

Mrs. G was just finishing remaking the bed with clean sheets. I oood and aahhhd that someone was making fresh preparations for a for a rendezvous (?).

Her: yeah and you better plan on multiple layers of protection. I don’t want it destroyed.

Plopping down on the bed.

Me: come lie with me my love, let me smother you with kisses.

It took a little convincing but she did. After some heavy smooching we had a nice discussion of last night. In part:

Me: I would have never thought that the best sex would be no sex.

Her: did you mention my new term when you made your post this morning?

Me: oh crap I forgot.

Her: how could you forget.

So here I am telling the world that what Is commonly referred to as a ruined orgasm has yet another name. I know some call it a milking Mrs. G has called it a dribble cum for the most part some times a spoiled cum even. But now her new term is:

Plumbing maintenance

She says she needs to know the pipes are clean and functioning and that I’m still staying energized, horney and loving. This tells me that she may have a new plan of action.

I think I need to review my past posts to see when the last time was that I came inside her, maybe I can reflect on what it was like. I do know the drop hit me hard for a few days, even she was irritated by it.

Life is good

[Chosen_Jackal]

I love the term "plumbing maintenance"

Mrs G sure seems to know what she’s doing!

[Tongue+groove]

. Mrs G sure seems to know what she’s doing!

Yeah that’s what worries me at times. She even admitted today that her little stunt about making me tell what to do to ruin me was her way of playing vanilla to turn me on. And how it did work.

It’s like finding a dip of spumoni hidden inside the bowl of vanilla. Exhilarating.

It’s a good life.

[Tongue+groove]

Sitting on the foot of the bed. Ready and waiting for her to come from her shower, even double down on the bed protection. When she arrives she stands between my legs and congratulates me on my preparations.

In a short conversation I decided to go bold and finally tell her what I want for my birthday next week.

Her: and what have you decided on.
Me: well…. I haven’t had a full fledged golden shower in years.
Her: but you’re about to get pretty wet here in a bit.
Me: I mean one of those where you stand over me and I get a full bath from you.
Her smiling: I think we can look into that. Now go get a throw to cover me with I don’t want to get cold.

When I return with the throw she covers everything but her honey pot and says, you know what to do.

Wow, I love it when she expects me to pleasure her just as if I was a mere toy. Her fountain of youth sprung forth multiple times giving me a great deal of pride in what I am able to do for her.

After I cleaned her up she dressed in her comfy sleep shorts and shirt, gave me a gentle kiss and went fast asleep. Why is being treated like this so rewarding? I don’t know if I will ever get enough of it, I’m not even sure if she understands how it makes me feel.


In reflection it brings back a memory of a kink (I think it may be a kink) of what would it be like to (only with your spouse) have a financial exchange for a sexual favor. I hesitate to even write that, I guess I’m curious about the psychology of such an act. Not sure I want to bring it up yet.

Thoughts?