Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Changes

I think its so interesting how I have changed in so many ways in the last couple years. Some are so black and white. For example: Come. Two years ago I would have never even considered tasting come. I had absolutely no interest in guys or their come, to be honest I thought it was kind of gross actually. My wife tried to kiss me with come in her mouth once and I was revolted. Now after two years of slow and constant conditioning and positive reinforcement.. I love it. Honestly I do. My wife has a ritual now. When she fucks me, if I come, which of course is not always but more and more. She will immediately pull her cock out of me, catch or scoop up all of my come and wipe it onto her cock. She will then slide up, straddle my head and put her cock in my mouth having me suck and then lick every drop. Last night after pulling her cock out of my mouth after fucking me, as she lay beside me, she reached down and scraped up a few drops of my come from my tummy with her beautifully manicured dark red nails. She then slowly and gracefully painted my lips with her finger coating them in a come lip gloss. She smiled and said 'I am so happy that you love come now.. now we just have to figure out how to get it from a real man"

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Just Looking

So, I am driving home last night across the bridge at rush hour and traffic eases to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye I see a guy in a pick-up truck stopped next to me and... he has this huge smile on his face staring at me.. my first guy reaction is.. "hey! What the hell are you looking at buddy!".. then as he continues to stare I happen to glance up at my mirror and see my face.. I had forgotten for a moment the face I have now.. light blonde hair with highlights pulled up in a ponytail, diamond earrings, highly arched feminine eyebrows, a touch of mascara and lipgloss.. and I realize.. "Oh my God, I think he thinks I am a girl!!".. I then glance back over at the pick up to see him giving me a little wave.. he is very good looking.. I wave shyly back.. wow.. I am actually flustered. When I get home I tell my wife all about it.. she hardly glances up from her magazine.. "Of course he was looking at you.. you're a hot chick...".. Not a bad night.