what I didn't know I could do

Today we went out into the desert. I was daydreaming about sex. Boyfriend went on a hike without me. I sat in the car writing and imagining his body on me.

When we got home, he turned on the heater in the bedroom. In half an hour we took our clothes off and climbed into bed.

I wanted him to put the pear-scented body butter on my nipples. He warmed the tin of it beneath his chest then puts dollops of it onto his fingertips and rubbed it on my sensitive nipples.

In the winter our hands are cold. First he caresses me on my butt and hips where my underwear is so that he isn't in direct contact with my skin. I caress him and ask if my hands are too cold, and he says no.

My hands roamed all over his body and I touched his beautiful dick. I was having a fantasy about rubbing my cunt on his dick. He was rubbing the body butter on my nipples and it smelled delicious.

I asked him if I could rub my cunt on his dick and he said yes. First I sucked on it to get it wet.

Then I climbed on him and positioned myself with my cunt on his dick. I rubbed up and down. I pushed the head of his dick against my clitoris.

Meanwhile his hands were caressing my shoulders, my back, my hips and thighs. I felt loved and wanted.

I rubbed my cunt on his dick faster and asked him, "Do you want me to put it into me?"  He said yes so we together slid his dick into my hole.

He filled me completely. My nipples bumped up against his chest as I rode him.

Always before he would push down on my hips and come quickly. Today instead he caressed my body, and I pushed myself up against him in the ways that felt best for me.

I felt myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I had never come on top of him like that. I wondered if I could do it.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

I pushed up against him and knew my orgasm was inevitable. I pushed again a few times and suddenly the waves were pounding through my body. I felt my cunt spasm around his dick. I concentrated with my entire will on not yelling or screaming.

I was so happy and delighted. I climbed off of him. My arms hurt. I relaxed and caressed his chest. "That was magical," I told him.

spun

I bought some spun cinnamon honey at the farmers market.  It was in a little clear plastic bowl with a clear lid that clicked, and it came with a wooden thing--like a popsickle stick but wider and shorter.  I wanted him to put it on my nipples and lick it off.

So we undressed and caressed one another's naked bodies.  I took the lid off the honey and set it on a paper towel with the wooden thing.  His big dick looked so beautiful and I wanted to put honey on it and suck the honey off.

I asked him if I could, and he said yes.  "Does this feel okay?" I asked as I gently spread some honey on him with the wooden thing.

"Yes," he said.

It looked beautiful.  The head of his cock is so big, and it looked even bigger with a little honey gleaming on it.

I gently touched the honey with my fingers.  It was liquidy yet viscous like a nice lube but so much better because I knew I would like ingesting it.

I held his dick in my honeyed hand and masturbated him a little, spreading the honey around.  He liked it.  I licked his dick and tasted the honey for the first time.  I was curious about how much it would taste like cinnamon.  It was kind of subtle.

I sucked on the head of his dick enthusiastically.  I popped it in and out of my mouth.  Then I took him all the way and he liked that too.

I blew him in this way.  I put more honey on after a little while, again with the wooden thing, and how beautiful he looked.

When he came in my mouth, the come mixing with the honey, the good feelings of love.  His happiness and satisfaction.

Then I ate the rest of the honey with the wooden thing and it was so good.  I licked out every last bit.

horse

Tonight he told me this story.

There's a horse, and she's walking around.  She has great big labia.  (I giggle.)

Then there's another horse.  He has a great big dick.  Do you like to look at horse's dicks?  (I say I haven't looked at many but yes.)

So the little horse with the great big labia--I actually don't know how this works, because I haven't seen it--the big horse puts his dick into the little horse, and it's going to hurt.  He slides it in and out of her, and he ejaculates.  His come leaks out and drips into the ground...

(Tell me a story about the child watching the horses, I say.)

slut

Yesterday we went to a record store that also has some books, and I was reading bits of books of erotica.  Some of it was cliche, but some of it was good.  

In one of the books, I read about a blowjob where the blowjobber made the man come three times.  That sounded really fun.

I told anarchist boyfriend about it.  Then I told him another story--there was a sex blogger who was a man who went to prostitutes.  He would make them get him off twice, and the second time was work.  I always remember that.  

I want to know the secrets of prostitutes.

We had sex, and then in the evening we had sex again.  I told him to ask me questions about my sexual past and then call me a slut for my answers.

It was fun.  When he called me a slut, it made my cunt ache.  I was touching his dick.  "Tell me about a time you played with someone's titties," he said.  "Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I liked it a lot," I said.  "I only had two girlfriends, and I really loved both of them.  Well, there was another...  I really like titties."

"You slut," he said.  

I laughed, but it turned me on.  

"Tell me about a time you sucked someone's dick and didn't like it," he said.

"Well, my first boyfriend, I didn't much like having sex with him at all.  I felt like I had to do it."

"You had to keep him happy?" anarchist boyfriend asked.

"I guess so.  More like I thought I was supposed to."

"You slut," he said.

Again I laughed.  I reminded him of the story of me losing my virginity in a costume room in a theater during a play.  I was on top.  

"Were your tits in his face?" anarchist boyfriend asked.

"I don't remember..." I said.

"You slut," he said.  

He wanted me to blow him, and when I began, he was so happy with me.  The head of his cock was so big in my mouth.  I held the base of his dick and concentrated on the head, moving my mouth around it, making it slippery with my spit, and he said, "Oh, that feels so good," over and over again.

Then I took him in all the way, gagging on him, and that excited him too.  I touched his thighs as I blew him.  I caressed his balls.  

I said I wanted him in me, hurting me, and I climbed on top.  He said he wanted my tits in his face.  I put him inside of me, and it did hurt.

"Look at my tits," I said as I rode him.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"Look at my hair," I said.  "Do you think it's pretty?"

"You're pretty," he said.  

"It hurts," I said.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me down on him in a new way, and it hurt more.  "Ow," I moaned.

"I'm going to come," he said.

"Call me a slut when you come," I said.

"You slut," he said.  We stopped moving and I could feel him coming inside me.  "You slut.  You slut."

Shiva

Recently, anarchist boyfriend has been whispering to me about Shiva.  In our imaginations, he loves Shiva's matted hair.  I love that Shiva is easily pleased by his devotees.  I also like the way Shiva has gorgeous round tits and a lovely cunt and a huge dick.  Shiva has all the good parts.  How auspicious!  And he's blue.

Our pronouns shift a lot when we talk about Shiva.  Boyfriend says that sticking his cock into her cunt is like sticking his cock into another dimension.  I'm not jealous.  I know Shiva is a god and has aspects that I never could.  And she can do amazing things with all those hands.

We went to the town where we used to live and saw our old Swami.  "What should we talk to him about?" we wondered before we went.

"Not Shiva," boyfriend said, which made me laugh.

Last night we undressed in the bedroom and I sat on the bed.  Boyfriend was naked before me, standing, and I touched his cock.  It was big and got harder.  I kissed his tummy and touched his pubic hair, petting it.  I caressed his ass and legs.

Somehow I started kissing his cock, and before I knew it, he was in my mouth.  He put one knee on the bed to steady himself as I sucked.  He tasted good.  I love him.

"Does it feel good?" I asked.  He wasn't giving me much feedback.

"It feels wonderful," he said quietly.

I sucked on him some more, gagging.  "I'm going to come soon," he said.  I held his dick in my hands, between my tits, and I felt it spasm again and again in my hand.

He was happy.  But it had happened so quickly.  But it was a treat to have him in my hands as he came.  It was unusual.

He was still hard.  "Did you come all the way?" I asked.

He said he wasn't sure, and then he masturbated on me.  He ejaculated again.

"Did that feel good?" I asked, and he said yes.  "Was it like you got to come twice?" I asked.

"Maybe one and a half," he said as I wiped his semen off my chest and tits with a tissue.  We hadn't talked about Shiva.

We lay back on the bed, and he touched my nipples gently.  I was horny and it felt good.  But it was late, and I was tired.  I don't remember how we progressed to sleep, but we went to bed somehow.

Lately when we have sex, I think about him impregnating other people.  I imagine they are having trouble conceiving with their partner and anarchist boyfriend takes over.  We all have sex together.  He ejaculates into her sweet pussy right in time.

As for Shiva, getting him to ejaculate in me might lead to half-god babies.  I don't know what it might lead to.

This morning as we cuddled, boyfriend said he wanted to impregnate me.  I love it when he says that.  I feel so treasured and happy when he says that.  His vasectomy assures that that couldn't happen, thank gods.