True North
I am awakened by my erection, having been dreaming about you. It surprises me sometimes how hard I can get in this half-awake state, almost, but not quite, to the point of pain. How to describe the feeling? Longing? No, that is the word of those who reach for something unavailable or far away. Desire? It is that, but even that word seems faint for what I am feeling. I have awakened craving you.
My cock is a compass, and as I roll over it points towards the true north that is your body. I will not sleep much tonight, but I will not wake you. I know you work so hard, and this night you can sleep in. So for the rest of the night, I toggle between sleep and aroused half-sleep. I am erect, then fading, then awakened again, fully erect.
My mind goes to the times when you have delighted in my erections.
- The hot tub at the hotel last year, with family in the next room, when you just could not get enough of tasting me.
- Our anniversary sex when you dripped honey over it, licking and sucking while looking into my eyes.
- So many nights as I run by fingers gently over your body, and you reach and grasp my cock, drawing it close to you.
- The parking lot where you went down on me, to my great surprise and delight. We were young then, and so the college students who arrived on the scene made you embarrassed and self-conscious.
- The warm ocean when you took me inside you, warmth upon waves of warmth.
- The balcony of the hotel in the pouring rain.
- The woods in South Carolina.
- The highway in Indiana when I was driving, when you unzipped me and drew out my cock to suck. The exit when I started fingering you, dripping wet. The hurried search for a place to stop. The eventual wooded area next to a farm where we finished each other off, red faced and breathing heavily.
- The moving van while driving it back home.
- The dozens and dozens of bed and breakfasts, inns, hotels, guest houses. I remember each one.
I don’t know when was the first time we tried 69, but I have a vague memory that it was exciting and new and risky. Would you be scandalized? By then you knew how much I delighted in pleasuring you orally, and you were always willing to let me go down on you. But what would happen when I did so by kneeling straddling your face, approaching your pussy upside down? The delight I felt when you grasped my cock with two hands and eagerly began to suck was unnameable. It still is.
This writing was interrupted when you awoke, willing.
The feeling of you wanting me is as always, thrilling.
Oh my, what a delightful telling of mutual desire! I'm so glad you are in a marriage where both are hungry for each other and enjoy the unique sexual features of each other's body. It's sad when I hear about women who think their husbands' penises are gross or ugly or just boring. I think if I got married, I'd be crazy over just looking at my man's dick! I intend to give it (and thus him) lots of love.
I suspect that all good marriages have a list like you wrote about. My wife n I certainly do. You n your wife have been very adventurous in your love life. Good for you!
Years ago a therapist recommended that I keep a sex journal. It has helped me remember many of our highly erotic n over the top sexual experiences with my Melody. The journal has also helped me be grateful. Those journal entries have been a seed for most of my MH stories. In fact when I write a detailed account to post on MH I always write it in my journal. It is a password protected journal in my smartphone.
Your list mentions places. I would have to add sex role-plays that we have done. Some at inns with themed rooms and at hotels – but some role-plays that made for peak experiences sex happened in our own bedroom.
A final thought, this story could be part one. I’d like to hear about what happened when your willing wife awoke!
I can certainly relate to lying awake, and having fond memories of past encounters, as well as future desired adventures.
A few weeks ago, I published my first story that detailed lying awake and being tormented by how strong my desire was for anal sex with Kate. We 69 several times a week, unless Kate is on her cycle. 69 is a personal favor of hers, and me too for that matter. I absolutely remember our first 69, early in our marriage, where I had an incredible view of Kate‘s asshole. I couldn’t shake the beautiful image of it. As an “ass man” I knew I always wanted her there, but suppressed telling her. I had her butt countless times in my mind, something I shared with her later that she still laughs about. Even today, sometimes we will say good night, and I will tell her that I am going to go to sleep while we have some hot, anal sex in my mind, which she also laughs about. Fortunately, I opened up to her and we’ve radically expanded our love life over the last couple years. So, fucking Kate’s ass is both reality and fantasy now. Sometimes, when we 69, we’ll opt to simultaneously anally finger each other too, which we both love. There are so many wonderful memories I relive all the time. Are there fantasies in my mind we haven’t ventured to yet? Yep, several of them, which I hope to realize and maybe provide as future stories. 😎
Hubbie here: Great story, YA! A powerful blend of the sexual experiences you had, and the intense feelings, your "craving", that accompanied them. Similar to my comment on recent story, you captured, "… the intense emotions that great sex unleashes. … this is part of the power of sex that I believe God created, and intended to be held in the crucible of marriage, specifically for its power and protection."
I "crave" Queen as you describe herein, and recounting sexual "adventures" is a great way to relive and even revive the heat and passion of times past. My MarriageHeat stories, particularly the Great North Woods series, and the Nude Beach series chronicle them, as you've done in a bulleted format. Keep on craving. Also, please keep on writing. It's good stuff.
Blessings and passion.
Thanks QAH! The craving is life-giving. Thanks for your stories.