[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. G came home exhausted yesterday. She didn’t even take the dogs for a walk. We greeted one another and I was quickly off to finish a wood splitter job then to feed cows. And of course when dealing with cattle you should always expect the unexpected. I got in right at supper time. She was putting chicken tenders in the oven only wearing a bath towel. She handed me the key and said. “You need to get cleaned up for supper and do a good job on your little guy, I don’t need any strange bacteria from all your sweat getting inside of me.”

It wasn’t until this morning that I realized that I did as I was told and didn’t even consider harassing her about what she was thinking. The old me would have been a salivating hound dog tugging at her towel. Instead I made no remarks nor did I spend the evening in anticipation of anything. Maybe? Just maybe I’m becoming a better man.

As usual I was in bed before her and as usual she came to tuck me in. She seems to enjoy doing this. She leaned in for her good night kiss. With her lips pressed to mine she started talking through her kiss telling me how much she missed me today. Then it got dirty. While talking through the kissing she started a verbal tease.

When she was done she stood and asked.

Are you good and cage tight?
Me: Yes ma’am, but I’m always tight in this tiny one.
Her: have you started dripping.
Me: from the inside it feels like it.
Her: feel it and tell me if it’s wet from dripping.
Me: yes it’s wet so is my thong.
Her: good you need to know how it feels to have wet undies. Not to mention that I think you should maybe have a daily dripping just to be sure everything is working.
Me: ok? Whatever you say.
Her: I can’t have you thinking that I locked it and forgot it. I want you to always know I care. Good night sleep tight.

Those words that last pun it all meant so much to me. But what is she thinking of with a daily dripping. Only time will tell, I’ve learned to not to over anticipate.

Funny how kh’s have so many of the same ideas and yet such different expectations. I have read where some of you are not allowed dripping and I may be required to drip on a regular basis as she directs.

Fascinatingly mysterious are these kh’s. Truly mesmerizing.

[denied_one]

Those words that last pun it all meant so much to me. But what is she thinking of with a daily dripping. Only time will tell, I’ve learned to not to over anticipate.

Funny how kh’s have so many of the same ideas and yet such different expectations. I have read where some of you are not allowed dripping and I may be required to drip on a regular basis as she directs.

Fascinatingly mysterious are these kh’s. Truly mesmerizing.

Agree

@MrsLockNkey loves my dripping

[Tongue+groove]

I just had a memorable thought. Reading chosen_jackel’s journey and reflecting on past surgeries. I had my vasectomy before the age of 30, I think I was about 27. It was difficult to convince the dr. But it was right for me/us. A week or two afterwards I had to deliver a semen sample to his office for sperm check. They were specific that no other fluids especially saliva could be present. So with her help we set out to produce the goods.

I was scared to death to cum. Mrs. G layed her head on my thigh staring at my member as I made my attempt. I was falling miserably when she started softly telling me what to do, then she rose above my cock and breathing heavily on it says “can you hit me in the nose? Aim for my nose.” I fired off immediately and we caught it in a baby food jar. That was her first offering of a facial. Some time later she would fulfill that offer on several occasions.


Many years later I had colon surgery, I was split from pubic bone to sternum, 57 staples. Every inch of my intestines would be examined over the next 8 hours. My large intestine was completely removed, and I was happy about it. That was going to be the best case scenario. 48 hours afterwards and high on morphine I was concerned about my dick. She agreed to a bj in the hospital bed to ease my concerns she kept all the evidence to herself as she usually did with bj’s. That was the only time I had sex on drugs.

I log all this to tell myself that she’s always had a spumoni side. I wouldn’t be where I am without her by my side. She’s an amazing woman.

[Tongue+groove]

This morning she texts me that she’s at work. I reply my usual encouragement for a good day. She simply responds with one word.


Drip

Oh my, she’s not one to text such things.

Then she reminded me of her new texting code for drip.



Damn she’s awesome!

[Chosen_Jackal]

Maybe I’m lucky and Red will read this and feel inspired! I wouldn’t mind being treated like that as I come up from the anesthesia

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove came home yesterday exhausted and pissed at the same time. I listened as she vented, then we went about our evening feed chores. After supper and some down time she went for her shower. It was now time to spring into action.

I prepped for a relaxing massage, music, lights, massage oil warming in a hot sink of water. When she arrived I had her lie face down on the bed. I kept her nudity respectful, which she smiled sheepishly at. First I combed her hair from the back. Then a proper warm oil massage from head to toe. Leaving the towel on her bottom as I did so as to not be able to lust after her.

Then rolling her to her back and still keeping her integrity intact I proceeded to brush her hair first, then massage her front side. As I was finishing the phone rang. She said let it go but it was our daughter and I insisted on answering due to her having a risky pregnancy.

While they chatted I finished her rub down when I felt a little stubble in her netherworld. I realized that she had no expectation of
this evening. As she talked I placed a warm cloth on her to prepare her skin and gave her a fresh grooming. I was shocked that she let me do this and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Looking back I don’t think I ever got aroused, I tried to be as professional as possible.

Once off the phone she thanked me and asked what else I had. Only this I said as I went down to let my tongue do it’s thing. Once she was completely into it mentally I came back up.

Are you done?

Yes but you’re not. I want you to be comfortable relieving stress without me if you need to.

She started fondling herself while I held her . After a starter orgasm she took my hand and took me on a tour of her womanhood. She would show me how to touch her hear and there and she would tell me how it felt to her. She would also tell me how my penis felt to her various parts. Together we gave her an amazing time.

As long as we’ve been together and there is still something to keep learning. The take aways from the evening were:

She didn’t offer to reciprocate. This is a first, it was beautiful that she accepted my gesture of love without expecting to reciprocate.

She slept in a soft nightie instead of her old sleep shorts and shirt. Another first that tells me she felt a bit sensual. Beautiful again.

I went to bed without frustration because I did it without expectations, the evening was a gift. Maybe I’m improving, hope so.

When she got up this morning she was a sight of elegance in that nightie. I just watched her do her thing, she was radiant. Over coffee she thanked me for a relaxing evening. I reassured her that it was my joyful pleasure to tend to her. She replied I’m liking this. When she got to work she sent me some suggestive messages all tagged with. to represent dripping.

The only puzzling part is when I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink. My stubby nub cage bumped the vanity top and I realized I didn’t have a penis. Then the horrific thought.

I had such a wonderful experience without it why do I need it. AAARRRGGGHHH!!! What has happened to me. I used to be so proud of mr. Wanky he’s quite an admirable appendage. And now I don’t need him?

Not sure what to think anymore. BCWYWF is haunting me.

[denied_one]

TTWD changes us from the inside out when practiced properly, indeed!

Great post

[Tongue+groove]

I got to do a thorough unlocked washing last night. Poor mr. Wanky looked so pathetic and shriveled. He didn’t even seem excited to get some fresh air. Cleaned and oiled and he just shrunk backup to the most intimidated and useless he’s ever been. My 2 cm stubby nub went on without a bit of a struggle. I was so disappointed in him and a bit worried too. Could he be getting depressed from neglect?

I woke this morning humping a pillow. This hasn’t happened in a long time. When I came to my senses I realized I didn’t have a penis. I had been trying to feel it rub / touch anything. I’m not sure if this happened because of horniness or because of the embarrassing shower event. So I rolled over to spoon Mrs. G and rub her back. Her nice round bottom always feels so good. In the old days I could snuggle my morning wood between her warm cheeks. Again no penis syndrome gave me a headache. It was just balls against buns.

She wanted to be left alone so I got up and sat in the dark wondering how I got here. I never saw this happening.

So i now have a new catch phrase. You’ve heard of phantom pain. Well now I have phantom penis. My mind thinks I have one, but take a look and I don’t.

[Tongue+groove]

I meant to add that I’m always welcome to comments. As long as they are polite.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I can’t seem to stop myself from doing the same thing. Red always sleeps on her side with her delicious bum towards me and I feel both excited and pathetic as I can’t resist snuggling up to her and spoon her as close as I can. This inevitably leads to me having to turn around and think about wet socks or something to stop getting excited.

I suspect we both enjoy the futility and irresistible allure of this, Mr T&G.