What an outstanding gift God gave us—sexual relations between married couples. I could talk about this
By: Jorge Mejía peralta
for hours. Sex is so wonderful, exciting, and feels so good—perhaps the gift of marital sex is God giving us just a glimpse at how wonderful heaven will be. Not that we will have sex in heaven; rather, the intense pleasure, oneness and connectedness we experience with our spouses are but a glimpse of the joy and completeness we will experience in heaven.
We love how honest and how intimate marital sex is between a man and wife. There is nothing to hide when making love with your mate. Everything is right there in the open. Total honesty, intimacy and communication. As many have posted here, there is nothing much better than being alone naked with your soul mate. When we gaze at one another in the nude, scripture keeps ringing in our ears, “and they were naked yet not ashamed.” I love being naked with my dear husband. As Seinfeld used to say “That’s a good naked.” Being so free and natural with him in my nude state speaks volumes about our love and trust of each other. And it doesn’t always have to lead to sex—just the oneness of being together, in the nude is so intimate. Looking out the back French Doors during a blizzard in the nude; or with the windows open during springtime and listening to the birds singing and enjoying the aroma of lilac indoors in the nude—it matters not.
Yet we admit it, despite the intense spiritual and emotional bond K and I share; the sex is the icing on the cake. Sure, sometimes we both just want to get off and enjoy a good quick romp in the sack, our mutually masturbate each other to climax—yet more often than not, we make love. That’s when our bodies, our souls, our inner beings, our very selves unite as one. “And the two shall become one flesh.”
Putting aside the romance, the spiritual connection, the intimacy and honesty—we really crave the physical attributes of intense love making—and each other. I mean even after over 15 years of marriage—seeing K come in after a run in the heat clad only in his tight running shorts, bear chested glistening in sweat, his chest and arms rippling as he moves—makes me wet every time. Not to mention when he walks out of the shower after toweling off. What an amazing God we have—perfect pairing a husband’s strength, masculinity and power—with his bride’s softness, tenderness and nurturing spirit. Yes, opposites attract—his hardness entwined with my softness. Absolutely heavenly.
And the penis is such a magnificent yet mysterious part of my husband. I crave the moments when I can play with my husband’s penis and watching it slowly grow into the impaler that I have come to know and love. It is so powerful and fits perfectly into my tight little pussy. Even though he is well over six feet and I am barely five feet-we fit like a glove. As he enters me to the hilt the breath leaves my lungs; even though he holds himself up on his elbows. Its uncanny how he reads my body; he knows when to pound me like a drunken sailor-and he knows when to be slow and gentle as if I were a virgin. And some our most memorable times are when he fills me to the hilt and keeps it there. We don’t move. Our eyes locked upon each other as we are connected in this most intimate, honest way. Oh how I love him. I am his and he is mine. Often times while he holds himself deep inside me and we speak only with our eyes—one of us begins to cry. It is so beautiful and so intimate I can’t explain the beauty, the honesty and the sweetness. Yes, my legs are splayed open for my man; I feel his powerful chest crushing my breasts as our hearts race; my feet are clasped behind his back just like the cover of Gina’s book (oh how that picture turns me on!) yet we are motionless lost in each other’s gaze. This is especially romantic in candlelight or with soft music in the background. More times than not, the stillness of our intimacy with his big penis imbedded deep into my pussy—we will both climax together! How is that possible with no motion? It is so tender and heartfelt—his gazing upon my naked form—my little body tightly wrapped under and around his manly form; my chest heaving, and the frail little boy look on his face as he takes it all in. (I am crying as I write this…) I love him so much.
The sights and sounds of our lovemaking are magical too. We have mirrors in our bedroom and we enjoy watching ourselves in action performing our intimate Godly functions together. Sometimes we pray while making love while my husband is deep inside me. One can’t get more honest than that! I am so honored to have my groom for a myriad of reasons, not least of which; is he loves me for who I am. K loves me if I am thin or heavy (I have been both) sick or well (both again) make up or no makeup (doesn’t matter to him). I’ve written before about the difficult adolescence I had as a girl/young woman growing up. Thanks to the “Mean Girls” I grew up with (we love that movie!) I had quite the complex about being muscular and well—hairy everywhere. Yes I shaved my pits and legs, yet I inherited thick baby down peach fuzz on my arms, jaws, thighs, back, tummy, you name it. And even though not being of any real ethnic heritage, nature also bestowed me with what K lovingly refers to as my lush “Amazon Rain Forest.” Yes, I am very hairy down there—and he loves it. Not only does he love it—he adores it! How many wives can say that about their husband’s preferences? Sure, I keep it neatly trimmed for him—he loves my naturally bushy state down there. The thick soft fur, its brunette texture, he has literally eaten my pussy for over an hour at a time during our marriage. He can’t get enough of fingering me while he slurps and nibbles at my secret girl parts. Often times after literally wearing me out with orgasm after orgasm (yes I am multi-orgasmic) I will just lay there exhausted, stroking his head with my hands and watching in the mirror as he continues to graze in my lady garden. He makes me so wet and excited—hence the name Amazon Rain Forest. I especially enjoy watching him fill me to the hilt and all I can see is his batch of pubic hair enmeshed with my thick garden. Often times I feel his eating my hoo is more intimate than the act of love making. And for better or worse yes, I am endowed with more lush hair between my legs than my husband–and he adores me for it.
“MMMMM my husband, my husband. You feel so good baby. Don’t stop-don’t stop! Your big balls are pounding against my ass; I feel your dick all the way inside me. Oh babe, I am riding that cock, riding that meaty cock. Pound me, oh yes, harder. Pound…me…please…Oh shit—can you feel me? I…am..cuming babe—C…U…M…M..I..N…G all over your….big….dick! Humph! Humph! Humph! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so good…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I love you I love you!!!
That stinker. He recorded one of our recent love making sessions and this is what I woke up to the other day! It didn’t take long for him to rouse me out of a deep slumber.
“Oh Kay, look at those big titties! Your nipples look like summer strawberries and your areola are like Ritz Crackers! Can you feel that big dick-can you feel it babe? I love how they jiggle and bounce.”
“Oh yes K, you are so big and so strong, impale me with that cock, impale me. Squeeze me hard, wrap your arms around me like a python and smother me as you ram your rod into this wet hairy pussy. Fuck me babe! Fuck me harder! Mmmmmmmmm, so…….good…..I….love….it…..Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmm, Ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
I was becoming quite aroused watching us perform on the flat screen. When he pushes me over the edge usually after the 3rd or 4th climax, I like for him (love for him actually) to literally wrap his big arms around my breast dominated torso, and literally squeeze much of the air out of my lungs. No auto eroticism here—rather—just a raw imbedded lust for my husband’s power over me when we are approaching this intense stage of our lovemaking. I usually bury my nails deep along his spine as they dig into his glorious flesh and work their way down to his magnificent tight little ass. Often times deep in the throes of passion I will work my pinky finger up his tight little ass. He is so hot and sweaty; my finger slips right in and out. He loves it. He knows how long to keep me in that vice grip embrace of his before letting go, as I quickly shift under his weight and grab his head in both arms and pull away for a brief moment as I wrap my legs around neck so he can begin pummeling me anew. I enjoy the physical power he exerts over me at this point. I am at his mercy.
His power over me at this point is no different than when I take him into my mouth and down my throat. I have immense power over him too when doing this. We share the power over each other and we do not abuse it. I love how I was wired and fearfully made. The very sight of me naked can bring a near instant erection to my husband. What a wonderful plaything his penis is. I love the challenge of watching his flaccid member grow from three inches to his full eight inches when combat ready. The sight of him coming to full attention—or feeling him expand in my mouth is so wonderful and erotic. I adore the feel of his salty hairless balls as I work them in my mouth. Knowing how sensitive they are and how they are easily hurt, I take great responsibility to please him and not to hurt him. What a delicate balance. And the double gift of tasting him in my mouth as I take him all the way down my throat—I treasure the sensation and his unique taste. So hot; so manly, so him. And knowing I control his relief or tension with the muscles of my throat. I treasure feeling him throb while deep throating him knowing he is on the verge of exploding. Yet I can give him a Happy Ending—or I can quickly let him plop out, roll over onto all fours, and enable him to pound me Doggy Style. Often times when we are on a tight timeframe, by mutual agreement, I will suck him off. Talk about a win-win proposition! The safe and secure feel of my husband’s manhood down my throat; feeling him pulsate, running my fingers through his soft pubic hair, massaging and squeezing his luscious balls with my other hand; and gently biting and nipping his shaft as I slowly let him out. While out I take him in my hand and marvel at him. His big head and veins, I stroke him and my little hand, usually it takes both hands and there is still room to spare—like choking up holding a baseball bat. This is bliss. Jacking him off with my left hand, while I slowly bury my nails in his hard runner’s legs. Working my way up while still stroking him, oh how I love to bury my mouth and face into his pubic mound. I gently lick and bite his dark pubic hair until his entire mound is moist with my passionate licking. Such intimacy. At this point, I can either prolong his agony and keep him on the edge of orgasm—or I can finish him off and either watch the glory of his amazing ejaculate as it shoots across my titties or upon my peach fuzzed tummy. So hot and sticky. Or perhaps my favorite, stroking him to orgasm while looking him in the eye as he shoots his precious manly seed into my mouth as I swallow every drop. I crave the taste of his sperm in my mouth as I swallow him—while keeping my eyes upon him the entire time. The way he shoots, how his penis quivers, watching his eyes roll back and his groan of intense pleasure as he shoots his love down my throat. And when he is finished, I suck him dry when his penis is its most sensitive—he stretches on his tip toes and becomes unsteady on his feet as I finish him off. Sometimes I will jump to my feet and embrace my husband in a passionate deep wet kiss, sharing his seed with him as our tongues dance and our juices mingle before we mutually swallow the wonderful salty taste of his manhood. On the occasions when I don’t swallow him, I rub his semen all over my titties; his warm seed feels so wonderful as I rub it into my soft sensitive mammary glands.
Yes, we are intimate, yes we are one. We are the couple that became each other. Yes we can be naughty, yes we can be creative; yes we can be vulnerable; yes there is give and take. While making love, my husband and I talk, we cry, sometimes we pray, sometimes we speak only with our eyes. Often times, we strip naked and just lay side by side for an hour—listening to smooth jazz and basking in the candlelight. This too is tenderly intimate.
We were created to love and serve each other. What a blessing to be his bride, and him to be my groom. After all these years; we are still on our honeymoon. We thank God daily and nightly for bringing us together as kindred spirits and soul mates. We are so unworthy of one another, yet we thank God for smiling down upon us and bestowing us with one another.
I love you Mr. K.
By: Jorge Mejía peralta
for hours. Sex is so wonderful, exciting, and feels so good—perhaps the gift of marital sex is God giving us just a glimpse at how wonderful heaven will be. Not that we will have sex in heaven; rather, the intense pleasure, oneness and connectedness we experience with our spouses are but a glimpse of the joy and completeness we will experience in heaven.
We love how honest and how intimate marital sex is between a man and wife. There is nothing to hide when making love with your mate. Everything is right there in the open. Total honesty, intimacy and communication. As many have posted here, there is nothing much better than being alone naked with your soul mate. When we gaze at one another in the nude, scripture keeps ringing in our ears, “and they were naked yet not ashamed.” I love being naked with my dear husband. As Seinfeld used to say “That’s a good naked.” Being so free and natural with him in my nude state speaks volumes about our love and trust of each other. And it doesn’t always have to lead to sex—just the oneness of being together, in the nude is so intimate. Looking out the back French Doors during a blizzard in the nude; or with the windows open during springtime and listening to the birds singing and enjoying the aroma of lilac indoors in the nude—it matters not.
Yet we admit it, despite the intense spiritual and emotional bond K and I share; the sex is the icing on the cake. Sure, sometimes we both just want to get off and enjoy a good quick romp in the sack, our mutually masturbate each other to climax—yet more often than not, we make love. That’s when our bodies, our souls, our inner beings, our very selves unite as one. “And the two shall become one flesh.”
Putting aside the romance, the spiritual connection, the intimacy and honesty—we really crave the physical attributes of intense love making—and each other. I mean even after over 15 years of marriage—seeing K come in after a run in the heat clad only in his tight running shorts, bear chested glistening in sweat, his chest and arms rippling as he moves—makes me wet every time. Not to mention when he walks out of the shower after toweling off. What an amazing God we have—perfect pairing a husband’s strength, masculinity and power—with his bride’s softness, tenderness and nurturing spirit. Yes, opposites attract—his hardness entwined with my softness. Absolutely heavenly.
And the penis is such a magnificent yet mysterious part of my husband. I crave the moments when I can play with my husband’s penis and watching it slowly grow into the impaler that I have come to know and love. It is so powerful and fits perfectly into my tight little pussy. Even though he is well over six feet and I am barely five feet-we fit like a glove. As he enters me to the hilt the breath leaves my lungs; even though he holds himself up on his elbows. Its uncanny how he reads my body; he knows when to pound me like a drunken sailor-and he knows when to be slow and gentle as if I were a virgin. And some our most memorable times are when he fills me to the hilt and keeps it there. We don’t move. Our eyes locked upon each other as we are connected in this most intimate, honest way. Oh how I love him. I am his and he is mine. Often times while he holds himself deep inside me and we speak only with our eyes—one of us begins to cry. It is so beautiful and so intimate I can’t explain the beauty, the honesty and the sweetness. Yes, my legs are splayed open for my man; I feel his powerful chest crushing my breasts as our hearts race; my feet are clasped behind his back just like the cover of Gina’s book (oh how that picture turns me on!) yet we are motionless lost in each other’s gaze. This is especially romantic in candlelight or with soft music in the background. More times than not, the stillness of our intimacy with his big penis imbedded deep into my pussy—we will both climax together! How is that possible with no motion? It is so tender and heartfelt—his gazing upon my naked form—my little body tightly wrapped under and around his manly form; my chest heaving, and the frail little boy look on his face as he takes it all in. (I am crying as I write this…) I love him so much.
The sights and sounds of our lovemaking are magical too. We have mirrors in our bedroom and we enjoy watching ourselves in action performing our intimate Godly functions together. Sometimes we pray while making love while my husband is deep inside me. One can’t get more honest than that! I am so honored to have my groom for a myriad of reasons, not least of which; is he loves me for who I am. K loves me if I am thin or heavy (I have been both) sick or well (both again) make up or no makeup (doesn’t matter to him). I’ve written before about the difficult adolescence I had as a girl/young woman growing up. Thanks to the “Mean Girls” I grew up with (we love that movie!) I had quite the complex about being muscular and well—hairy everywhere. Yes I shaved my pits and legs, yet I inherited thick baby down peach fuzz on my arms, jaws, thighs, back, tummy, you name it. And even though not being of any real ethnic heritage, nature also bestowed me with what K lovingly refers to as my lush “Amazon Rain Forest.” Yes, I am very hairy down there—and he loves it. Not only does he love it—he adores it! How many wives can say that about their husband’s preferences? Sure, I keep it neatly trimmed for him—he loves my naturally bushy state down there. The thick soft fur, its brunette texture, he has literally eaten my pussy for over an hour at a time during our marriage. He can’t get enough of fingering me while he slurps and nibbles at my secret girl parts. Often times after literally wearing me out with orgasm after orgasm (yes I am multi-orgasmic) I will just lay there exhausted, stroking his head with my hands and watching in the mirror as he continues to graze in my lady garden. He makes me so wet and excited—hence the name Amazon Rain Forest. I especially enjoy watching him fill me to the hilt and all I can see is his batch of pubic hair enmeshed with my thick garden. Often times I feel his eating my hoo is more intimate than the act of love making. And for better or worse yes, I am endowed with more lush hair between my legs than my husband–and he adores me for it.
“MMMMM my husband, my husband. You feel so good baby. Don’t stop-don’t stop! Your big balls are pounding against my ass; I feel your dick all the way inside me. Oh babe, I am riding that cock, riding that meaty cock. Pound me, oh yes, harder. Pound…me…please…Oh shit—can you feel me? I…am..cuming babe—C…U…M…M..I..N…G all over your….big….dick! Humph! Humph! Humph! Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so good…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! I love you I love you!!!
That stinker. He recorded one of our recent love making sessions and this is what I woke up to the other day! It didn’t take long for him to rouse me out of a deep slumber.
“Oh Kay, look at those big titties! Your nipples look like summer strawberries and your areola are like Ritz Crackers! Can you feel that big dick-can you feel it babe? I love how they jiggle and bounce.”
“Oh yes K, you are so big and so strong, impale me with that cock, impale me. Squeeze me hard, wrap your arms around me like a python and smother me as you ram your rod into this wet hairy pussy. Fuck me babe! Fuck me harder! Mmmmmmmmm, so…….good…..I….love….it…..Mmmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmm, Ahhhhhhhhhhh.”
I was becoming quite aroused watching us perform on the flat screen. When he pushes me over the edge usually after the 3rd or 4th climax, I like for him (love for him actually) to literally wrap his big arms around my breast dominated torso, and literally squeeze much of the air out of my lungs. No auto eroticism here—rather—just a raw imbedded lust for my husband’s power over me when we are approaching this intense stage of our lovemaking. I usually bury my nails deep along his spine as they dig into his glorious flesh and work their way down to his magnificent tight little ass. Often times deep in the throes of passion I will work my pinky finger up his tight little ass. He is so hot and sweaty; my finger slips right in and out. He loves it. He knows how long to keep me in that vice grip embrace of his before letting go, as I quickly shift under his weight and grab his head in both arms and pull away for a brief moment as I wrap my legs around neck so he can begin pummeling me anew. I enjoy the physical power he exerts over me at this point. I am at his mercy.
His power over me at this point is no different than when I take him into my mouth and down my throat. I have immense power over him too when doing this. We share the power over each other and we do not abuse it. I love how I was wired and fearfully made. The very sight of me naked can bring a near instant erection to my husband. What a wonderful plaything his penis is. I love the challenge of watching his flaccid member grow from three inches to his full eight inches when combat ready. The sight of him coming to full attention—or feeling him expand in my mouth is so wonderful and erotic. I adore the feel of his salty hairless balls as I work them in my mouth. Knowing how sensitive they are and how they are easily hurt, I take great responsibility to please him and not to hurt him. What a delicate balance. And the double gift of tasting him in my mouth as I take him all the way down my throat—I treasure the sensation and his unique taste. So hot; so manly, so him. And knowing I control his relief or tension with the muscles of my throat. I treasure feeling him throb while deep throating him knowing he is on the verge of exploding. Yet I can give him a Happy Ending—or I can quickly let him plop out, roll over onto all fours, and enable him to pound me Doggy Style. Often times when we are on a tight timeframe, by mutual agreement, I will suck him off. Talk about a win-win proposition! The safe and secure feel of my husband’s manhood down my throat; feeling him pulsate, running my fingers through his soft pubic hair, massaging and squeezing his luscious balls with my other hand; and gently biting and nipping his shaft as I slowly let him out. While out I take him in my hand and marvel at him. His big head and veins, I stroke him and my little hand, usually it takes both hands and there is still room to spare—like choking up holding a baseball bat. This is bliss. Jacking him off with my left hand, while I slowly bury my nails in his hard runner’s legs. Working my way up while still stroking him, oh how I love to bury my mouth and face into his pubic mound. I gently lick and bite his dark pubic hair until his entire mound is moist with my passionate licking. Such intimacy. At this point, I can either prolong his agony and keep him on the edge of orgasm—or I can finish him off and either watch the glory of his amazing ejaculate as it shoots across my titties or upon my peach fuzzed tummy. So hot and sticky. Or perhaps my favorite, stroking him to orgasm while looking him in the eye as he shoots his precious manly seed into my mouth as I swallow every drop. I crave the taste of his sperm in my mouth as I swallow him—while keeping my eyes upon him the entire time. The way he shoots, how his penis quivers, watching his eyes roll back and his groan of intense pleasure as he shoots his love down my throat. And when he is finished, I suck him dry when his penis is its most sensitive—he stretches on his tip toes and becomes unsteady on his feet as I finish him off. Sometimes I will jump to my feet and embrace my husband in a passionate deep wet kiss, sharing his seed with him as our tongues dance and our juices mingle before we mutually swallow the wonderful salty taste of his manhood. On the occasions when I don’t swallow him, I rub his semen all over my titties; his warm seed feels so wonderful as I rub it into my soft sensitive mammary glands.
Yes, we are intimate, yes we are one. We are the couple that became each other. Yes we can be naughty, yes we can be creative; yes we can be vulnerable; yes there is give and take. While making love, my husband and I talk, we cry, sometimes we pray, sometimes we speak only with our eyes. Often times, we strip naked and just lay side by side for an hour—listening to smooth jazz and basking in the candlelight. This too is tenderly intimate.
We were created to love and serve each other. What a blessing to be his bride, and him to be my groom. After all these years; we are still on our honeymoon. We thank God daily and nightly for bringing us together as kindred spirits and soul mates. We are so unworthy of one another, yet we thank God for smiling down upon us and bestowing us with one another.
I love you Mr. K.
No comments:
Post a Comment