Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Video
I’m out of town, I feel lonely. I watched TV and and no matter what I turned to – it was sexual. I went to bed very frustrated with the whole situation.
Sometime during the night I have a dream where an anonymous woman emailed me a video cam of her masturbating. It was from a generic, free email and was directed to my email – not the spam type with tons of names in the to: field.
The video never showed a face. She was white – almost pasty white – no tan lines whatsoever. Thin, relatively flat belly, nice chest, wonderful legs. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and it it draped on her shoulders – just barely in the shot. I’m going to guess she was around 30 from her body shape. She was sitting in an upholstered chair, maybe leather.
The video started with her topless with white jockey-style panties on. While seated, she started rubbing herself from outside her panties. Wetness ocurred and the panties came off. She was shaved. Her fingers started rubbing – occasionally dipping far enough inside to get more wet. The video had sound and just the sound of of her fingers rubbing her was exciting. Her other hand was caressing her nipples alternatively.
The mysterious woman stopped and turned to reach just out of the frame. She had a tattoo on her lower back. It looked like some kind of geometric design. She had reached for a small vibrator – judging by the newly added sound. It fit within her hand and was almost not noticeable except for the sound and every now and then I could tell that it was black or a very dark color. She began rubbing herself again with the new toy – again it would disappear within her every now and then and the sound would be muffled ever so slightly. The moistness was evident and she would stretch her tummy towards the camera. One hand was playing with herself, the other was propping her body up from behind. The mixture of the buzzing, a stacatto breathing pattern, and the arched body let me know she was close. Her body became frozen – her hand holding the vibrator in place as she cried out.
Her body relaxed back into the chair, the buzzing stopped and she dropped the toy from her hand. Her fingers explored the wetness – exposing herself to the camera some more. Her wet fingers were used to circle her erect nipples and they glowed in the light of the camera.
She got up from the chair and turned around to pick up a shirt and put it on with her back to the camera. The tattoo was no longer geometric – it was now flowery. That was strange. She put on the shirt and the video ended.
The person looked nothing like my wife and not really like anyone else.
I woke up and had an obvious hard-on. I was in another city and I didn’t have to wash the sheets myself. I started stroking my penis and in no time at all was exploding all over the sheets. I’m glad that the cleaning people wear gloves nowadays.
As I laid back down to go to sleep, I pondered the video a bit more. My wife doesn’t tell me that she plays with herself like she used to. Best Friend sometimes reverts to it for her own self pleasure.
Her body looked similar to what I remember BF’s body looking like. BF has a tattoo now, but I don’t remember what it looks like. I had a dream a while back – also while out of town – that freaked her out because I described her pajamas without ever seeing them. I wonder if BF uses a toy or not? I really want to ask her next time…
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: communciation, Having Sex, Making Love, masturbation, relationships, touching, Video
Wife has returned from several days away. We talked and IM’d a bit while she was gone but pretty much didn’t talk much.
After Saturday’s self-abuse, I was pretty primed for something to happen. I never know what kind of a mood she will be in so it was a bit of crap shoot.
She was VERY friendly when I came home. She kissed – or more to the point – allowed me to kiss her. We hugged, we cuddled. The kids were not in the mood to do anything that they were supposed to and dinner was already in the oven. We met in the hallway and I hugged her and told her that we could just get things out of the way and go to our room now. She rolled her eyes and laughed in her ‘not on your life’ way. But then, she came up behind me and said, “Ok, let’s go…”. We gave the kids things to do and went to our room.
She mentioned something about my having to see her ‘tinks’. Apparently, on her trip they all temporary tattooed themselves. She had one on the inside of her left breast and one right above her ass crack. Her bra was one that barely covered the nipples and pretty much had me standing at attention right away. We crawled into bed and she wanted to turn out the lights. I said no way. I told her of my weekend and how much I had missed her. She had missed me as well but didn’t take to the self pleasure as I had. She was a bit surprised that I had taken out the latex pussy as she thought that it was just a novelty since we couldn’t figure it out years ago. I tolder her how it satisfied the one need, but how it just made me feel more alone….
She talked about their making snow angels on her trip and I acted confused as to how that did that. She showed me in bed and I took advantage of her legs being open and jumped in the middle of them.
She tried to stop me from going down on her – something that I said I was not going to listen to her about. She wanted me in her and I said that I had to lick the real thing. I can tell when she’s not concentrating as to how she reacts to licking. Whether it’s because of her worrying if the kids tried to come into the room or if her mind was elsewhere – it took her a bit longer than normal to climax. As I have said before, the taste of a wet pussy trumps any other.
I kissed my way from her, down a thigh, back up, down the other, then up to her breasts, then up to her neck and ear and around to her lips. While doing so, I repositioned so that my penis entered her already wet body about the time I hit her ear. The combination sigh and contraction around my penis was exciting.
We continued to kiss eachother while our hands roamed about. I told her how she needs to watch how we were in the movies. She said that we were twenty years old in those movies and I said that we still had that in us. I asked in what position she wanted me when I came as I was getting very close. She asked which I wanted – I said all over her chest. I pointed out that her new ‘tink’ tattoo would look sexy with my cum all over her….
I think that she wanted to enjoy her temporary tattoo a bit longer so she started working her hips a bit more in time with mine and I came quite happily where I was at.
She wanted to get up and get dressed immediately and wasn’t listening to my pretty much begging her to come back. I was still quite hard and knew that I could be ready for another round. It wasn’t happening. I had to be content with a nice, quick, love-making session while I had it.
As she redressed, I told her that this was just an ‘appetizer’ to later in the night. She did laugh with that ‘not on your life’ way and I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe we’ll get to watch the movies together and talk more. That’s my hope!
Last night I came home to an empty house – wife is out of town and kids are staying elsewhere.
I had a couple of drinks with good friend and her co-worker – someone that I have known better in the past.
Good Friend is in a new relationship and is going to surprise her boyfriend tomorrow night by showing up in a trenchcoat, garters, stockings, panties, bra, and high heels. I assured her that he would enjoy it. The talk for the evening always returned to her booty-call and what they were to be doing.
Just thinking about it during the drive home made me horny. Returning to an empty house did not help.
I pulled out an old, doctor’s bag that we have maintained since before our getting married. As a young couple, we were always more willing to try/do more for the other person. We started playing with restraints – wrist and ankle with chains to connect them all. We needed something to store them in and thought that we should find a bag. We went to a Goodwill and found an old, doctor’s-type bag. It was old, but worked fine. Over time it became the storage place for porn, position books, condoms, lubes, plastic sheets and whatever else we found through the years.
It also became the repository for old VHS tapes that we have made – especially in the late 80’s/early 90’s. I popped in some of the video tapes. It’s striking how young we looked. I was a good fifty or sixty pounds lighter, had long hair and was much less hairy. She was thinner and her body shape was much different than today. Mine too – I was slender and more athletic looking. Oh, what our bodies do as we age – I wish I paid more attention to that while younger.
The videos include rendezvous in the mountains and several bedroom scenes. Oh, the stamina of youth! There’s one video that because of the time stamp – we fucked for over an 90 minutes. Then after playing for about fifteen minutes – continued for another two hours minutes! It’s a sad tribute to aging as well.
Seeing us screwing on tape made me very hard. While I continued with the home movies, I looked through the bag. There were anal plugs that we had both planned on using. A penis-shaped vibrator that never ‘vibrated’. One year she bought me a latex pussy. We never figured that one out and the one time we brought it out it was not anything pleasurable. There were the old sexual position books, several VHS porn movies that we used to like and a few DVD’s that we had purchased in the last five or six years.
I looked through the position books – we pretty much had tried all of those. They were very campy – one was made from 70’s era porn pictures, the other had 80’s hair do’s.
The latex pussy was still wrapped in it’s original tissue paper. I watched more of our homegrown porn. The artificial pussy has lips and all. I brought out some lube and lubed my penis up real well. In hindsight, it’s pretty easy and just as long as you are well lubed – works pretty well. There I was giving myself a handjob with a fake pussy on my hand. It wasn’t overly satisfying – but in a pinch it was something different and served it’s purpose. I cleaned myself (and the pussy) up and packed everything back. Everything except for the videos.
I watched until the wee hours and was amazed and them all. We spoke. We touched. We played with eachother. We played with ourselves. The whole restraint thing – the very first time – is on tape. It excited me more to see us as we used to be. That makes me think that it could return to that.
If you just look at our faces and the way we touch and even the way that we made love – that we loved eachother a lot. I’m not saying that we don’t now – it’s just that it’s all different. Sex is now something that we have to plan a bit more and take too many other things into consideration – kids, time constraints, sleep. You can tell that we just fucked because we enjoyed it! Seeing how our bodies have changed is making me want to start doing sit ups more. Damn I looked sexy! We also did more active things together then. I want us to return to that as well.
There’s hope on those tapes!
I need to find a way to transfer those from VHS to digital. Who knows how much longer they will last 
