‘Tis the Season

Buildup: I was sore from packing for our upcoming vacation — B offered to give me a backrub using a new massage bar that was an early Christmas present.

Foreplay: B ran the massage bar — like a bar of soap — across my shoulders, then down my spine. The warmth of the skin melted the shea butter, leaving a slippery trail that B used to lubricate her squeezes — I was rock hard in anticipation. But when the spicy scent reached my nostrils, I softened — there was some kind of tingly oil in the bar that should not go anywhere near where I had been hoping B’s hands would go next! B agreed to keep her hands only on safe places — she used one hand underneath me to play with my chest, then finished the massage by rubbing my ass aggressively and asking:

“Should I keep doing this while you’re on top?”

Main Event: B lay back against the pillows as I propped myself up above her. With the slick massage bar and her slippery hands, she pulled me inside with her hands on my ass, then ran them up and down my back and chest as I thrust. I never quite made it back to full hardness, but sensation of B’s hands all over my body gave me the encouragement I needed to finish.

Afterplay: My hands were dry and I offered to reciprocate, but B said that given the time of year, it was better to give than receive.

Afterglow: Exhausted sleep.

Rating: ★★

Rain (Snow, Fog) Check

Buildup: B was out with her friends at a holiday party last night — she went to bed without panties, but also a drink or two over the maximum. Normally I am ready and waiting in such a circumstance, but this time I had a headache and was in a bad mood, staying up late on an overseas business call. (That didn’t stop me from trying to grope B anyway when I came to bed, but she gave me a drunken “go away” that I didn’t mind complying with.) B apologized in the morning and offered a rain check after she ran her morning errands — but “rain check” doesn’t seem appropriate for the first day of winter!

Foreplay: I showed B how I had attempted to arouse her the night before by placing my hands on her ass and breasts and pressing my hard-on against her back. She rolled to her back and we kissed passionately. I returned my hands to her boobs and felt her firm nipples press into my palms — B returned the favor by taking my cock into her hands. We kissed some more as we felt each other up, then I offered to duck under the covers with B. She countered: “No, come on top.”

Main Event: B lay slightly sideways on the bed — not propped up against pillows as is our norm. I leaned in for another hot, open-mouth kiss as she guided the head of my dick between her lips. The different angle of her hips — not folded into a “V” when she is back against her pillows, and not propped up on a pillow either — turned out to provide a very pleasant sensation. I kept kissing her mouth, then moved forward as I thrust and kissed her neck, her cheek, her ear. I was fully aroused now and backed up to prop myself up on my forearms, looking down at B bouncing on the bed — her boobs rocking up and down in time with each stroke. B’s breath was coming in short gasps — it was either good for her or she was on the verge of an asthma attack — but I was too close to finishing to stop and ask!

Afterplay: None. B seems too preoccupied at the beginning of the day to relax and let me bring her pleasure. I confirmed that it was good sex (and not trouble breathing.)

Afterglow: None. Finished addressing holiday cards before heading to work.

Rating: ★★

Opportunity Knocks

Buildup: As I feared the previous night, we didn’t make love, so the diary was current for one whole day! The only concern was B’s oncoming period and our incoming house guests, but before either arrived there was just enough time to ask B for a shared shower on our way to a holiday brunch — an invitation that she accepted.

Foreplay: I got clean and washed my hair first — by the time I washed my face I was not sure if B was still going to join me. I was about to call out, “Can you wash my back?” which is code in our house for, “Do you want to give me a handjob/blowjob/hot animal sex with steam rising around our slippery bodies and the sounds of our passion echoing against the tile walls?” but at that moment B stepped into the shower. She grabbed a bar of oatmeal soap and cleaned my shoulders, lower back and legs — and I wondered if she remembered the translation. When I turned around, however, she reached behind her back and squirted a handful of bath gel into her palm — when she brought her hands in front, they immediately went to sudsing up my cock and balls. She said that she could tell by the intensity of her cramps that her period would come today, so now was the opportunity for me to come. I thanked her and kissed her deeply, running my hands around her breasts and pinching her nipples while she massaged my dick against her belly. I pulled her closer — grabbing her ass — and decided I wanted to be in her.

Main Event: I sat back on the shower bench with my dick proudly pointing up and B straddled the bench and lowered herself onto it. Because of the angles involved, it’s hard to go deep — but when B leaned forward to hold on to the bench, too, and put her weight against it, we had a good ride. The other problem with the angles is that it’s a strenuous thigh workout for B, and finally she got too sore to continue. I asked her to try standing, and we worked our way through three permutations of a standing position with B’s legs on different supports. None worked and I got a little soft. B turned away from me and I stuffed myself back in from behind — not bent all the way over against the bench (which would have done the trick, I think) but leaning against the wall (hot in its own way.) It was good enough to get me hard again, but B complained she couldn’t feel the muscles to squeeze on me inside her, and we stopped again.

Here I was — all pumped up and no place to go — but probably 7/8ths of the way to an orgasm. I was debating where to finish (whether was not an option — even if by my own hand!) when we decided on the bathroom floor. We arranged the bath mats, B spread her legs high in the air, and I slid back in — fully aroused again. So much so, that I came probably 10 strokes later, yelling “Oh shit!” B thought I was complaining about finishing too soon — which she thought was the point — but I was really amazed that such a haphazard, opportunistic quickie could feel so intense.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: B knows her body well — her period started as she took a post-coital pee.

Rating: ★★

False Pretenses?

Buildup: All signs pointed to a stellar night on Tuesday: hot IMs during the day, B’s smell on my fingers from the night before, my lucky jammies, and a dark beer by the bed. But it didn’t happen — I was too tired to make it (she was too tired to fight about it.)

Instead, I got a phone call at the office on Wednesday that B had locked herself out of the house. I raced over — thinking about, then rejecting, the idea of a quickie. She was on the porch — chilly, but cute in a zip-up sweater.

“I owe you,” she said, as I unlocked the door. She kissed me in the entryway to our house. I kissed her. I kissed her again. We kissed, open-mouthed. She touched the swelling in my slacks.

“Yes, you do,” I said. I reached for her breasts as we confirmed that we indeed had time.

Foreplay: None.

Main Event: B peeled off her jeans and panties — I stepped out of my clothes. She lay back on the bed in a turtleneck and cheerleaderesque footie socks. I told her I was doing her a favor — better to tell her friends that I came home for a nooner than that I came home because she locked herself out! I propped myself above her — she guided the head of my cock between her curls.

And I slid straight in.

She was wet, and I called her on it. “Well, how did you get so hard so fast?” she countered. Maybe I wasn’t the only one thinking about a quickie while I drove home! Straight, simple, classic missionary-style — she used her hands on my chest and ass, and lifted her hips to meet me or to squeeze me inside. I shifted my weight onto her hips and rocked in and out steadily — one last clench of her inner muscles and I came.

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: As we dressed, B conceded that she had entertained the thought of a quickie — she knew I’d be easy to seduce — but she promised that getting locked out was not a ploy.

Rating: ★★

Little F, Little M

Buildup: On my way home from my seminar, B sent me an email about a radio contest, signing off with another meaning of “FM” — she clarified by saying she was looking forward to “capital F, capital M, bold, underline”. The problem was that we were together with the in-laws for Thanksgiving, sleeping in a squeaky bed, with teenage and college-age relations still awake — and B had her period. We had to try to make the best of a non-optimal situation for sex.

Foreplay: In bed (with others awake in the house) we engaged in mutual fondling — we were both as horny as one could expect having been apart for a week. I gave B a footrub with lavender massage lotion and she reached to touch the soft-smooth spot under the head of my dick with her thumb.

Main Event: We slid a bath towel beneath us to protect the guest sheets, and B silently climbed on top of me, moving almost immediately to the X position, with her right leg up and straddling my left. I reached between her legs from behind, quietly running my fingers along her labia and reaching around my dick to touch her clit. I teased her ass with my fingertips on my way back and felt her clench her muscles.

B flipped me over to be on top — squeaking the bedframe as she did — and I very quietly and slowly sank into her, again and again. So much waiting made her very slippery — a capital F capital M would have pounded through the slickness, but going slowly I was not getting enough friction. B sensed this and started to lift her hips off of the bed to meet me, then began rhythmically tightening her Kegel muscles against my swollen cock. That did the trick — I leaned into her ear, whispering “God, you’re so good” over and over until I came (silently.)

Afterplay: None.

Afterglow: Silent sleep. Turnabout would have to wait for a little more privacy.

Rating: ★★

Parting Gift

Buildup: I was off for another business trip, which meant the usual. B was awfully tired, but I had an early flight so it couldn’t wait for the morning. I asked for a backrub before B fell asleep. I was naked — B in a sweater and her false Y-front panties. I gave her a short footrub as prepayment — she started to scratch my back but kept drifting off while doing it. Fortunately, she started to play with my ass in between naps.

Foreplay: I invited B under the covers — her massage hands went to apply soft strokes on my shaft, to which she applied lavender oil. I palmed her left breast as she rubbed me. We pulled off her sweater and panties so that we were both entirely naked, and kissed briefly.

Main Event: We started with B on top, moving slowly and sinking deep with the massage oil. She moved her leg forward to the X-position and pressed against me, slowly and sleepily, while I swelled inside her practicing my own Kegel exercises. From that position, she rolled to her side and pulled me on top of her. I plunged deep inside, kneeling between her legs with my thighs parting hers wide. As the pace picked up, I straightened my legs to put more weight into my thrusts. I grabbed her left ass cheek with one hand and started pumping hard and fast, then grabbed her ass in both hands and I pumped my seed into her — her legs still parted.

Afterplay: B was definitely too sleepy for me to play — we held hands against our thighs instead.

Afterglow: B finally drifted off to sleep — I kissed and squeezed her before my taxi came in the morning.

Rating: ★★

Crunches and Pelvic Thrusts

Buildup: I didn’t have any meetings scheduled in the morning, so I decided to go in late and catch up on some old diary entries (Meeting of the Minds through Who Let The Dogs Out?) — which of course put me in the mood to create reasons for new diary entries. I went upstairs to the shower and shaved my scrotum and the base of my shaft — which also put me in the mood. Having come home from coffee, B surprised me by calling, “What’s taking you so long?” As I turned off the water, she surprised me more by asking, “Got time?”

Foreplay: I dried myself off then made myself slippery again with sesame body oil on my head and shaft. B was already naked in bed and quickly brought her fingers to the same “soft spot” that we discussed in our last morning quickie. We kissed briefly, but with urgency, and B’s touch got me hard enough to continue.

Main Event: I positioned myself above B and slid easily inside her, guided along by the body oil on my tip as well as B’s own juices. As I thrust, B brought her upper body towards me as though she were doing crunches in her morning exercise routine. When we leaned forward, she ran her hands all over my body — my chest, my hips, my ass. I love it when she touches me that way and I was getting close, when B quoted Rocky Horror:

“It’s the pelvic thrust…”

It really drove me insa-a-a-a-ne. B arched her hips and rotated her hips, and as she felt my dick swell inside her, clenched down with her Kegels to make me come.

Afterplay & Afterglow: None.

Rating: ★★

Overdue Notice

Buildup: Our recent streak of nearly uninterrupted, always 3-star or better sex was finally broken — B caught some sort of bug and didn’t feel well enough to play. She was feeling a little better the previous night and I started pawing her at bedtime, but she was still too tired and elbowed me away. This night, we each had separate meetings and made an arrangement to join up with each other rather than with friends. Not wanting to leave anything to chance, I asked B, “Are we having sex tonight?”

“Yes — tonight and tomorrow,” she confirmed. (I’m going out of town for the weekend.)

She had a taste for a salty drink, nothing sweet — so much for my amaretto ideas. But when bedtime rolled around, I was surprisingly limp and B was itchy.

Foreplay: I tried several attempts to feel B up, but she showed no real interest. I was beginning to worry that another night would pass by when B turned and started to stroke my thigh. She immediately began to tease my balls, and my formerly limp dick became immediately hard. This time when I started to squeeze her breast in sync with her fingers on my shaft, she didn’t mind. We continued stroking and teasing (though didn’t kiss so much due to her sore throat.)

Main Event: Ready for action, B pulled me on top and took my cock in her hand — rubbing my head against her pussy lips and pushing it betwen them. The time off did wonders for her lubrication — she was dripping wet and I nudged myself higher on the bed to increase our friction by stroking against the top of her pussy.

[Guys say "top", girls say "front" -- it's all about the angle with which one spends the most time!]

B locked her ankles around mine and I picked up the pace of my pumping. After so many nights off, I could feel the come boiling in my balls long before it shot out. B squeezed her inner muscles against me and I sank to the hilt and held there. I felt the semen spurt out eight times with a burning sensation.

Afterplay: I clenched my own Kegel muscles and throbbed inside B as I softened — she could feel the “twitching”. Still not well enough for more, she pushed me away.

Afterglow: “Go to sleep!”

Rating: ★★

Pain in the Neck

Buildup: B sent me a sexy one-liner IM at work: “Can’t stop thinking about you.” I had been writing up a batch of diary entries from August — including the night she shaved a landing strip — so I had been thinking about her as well.

Foreplay: That night in bed, B watched TV in just a T-shirt and I kept eyeing the edges of her landing strip as I gave her a simple leg and foot massage. Her neck and shoulders were sore from packing up some books to be donated to the library, so I offered to give her a back rub. I used a minimum of oil and kept the rubbing to her sore spots — well, I did let my other hand rest on her ass. B didn’t mind, but as she rolled over to let me massage her chest, she threw her back out! This has happened before, and doesn’t always mean the end of sex if B is still horny. I tried to play with her tits, but now she was “antsy” from pain. She was game and reached for my fly — I was still soft due to her subsiding interest. I tried to touch her one more time but she was too ticklish. Just before giving up, she reached for my cock one more time and this time was able to stroke me until I was hard.

Main Event: We were careful not to try any clever positions and settled for straight missionary — in spite of all of the technical difficulties, she was particularly slippery! That was inspiring, and I grabbed a handful of her left cheek — she liked that and clenched her butt muscles. I liked that in turn, so I grabbed her ass with both hands. We locked our ankles together like the previous night until I came.

Afterplay: B got up to pee, then came to bed turning away. I chose not to try to bring her off for fear that she would hurt her back some more.

Afterglow: Deep, lucid dreams.

Rating: ★★

Cool-Down Exercise

Buildup: After a couple fantastic sessions, we had taken a night off. It was a clear morning, and B went for a walk, but hinted that I should wait around the house until she returned. While waiting in our bedroom, I noticed the webcam on the dresser — still set up from her peep show when I was traveling — and tried to set it up to film us making love.

Foreplay: I was already naked in the bed — B stripped off her sweats and joined me. She was flushed from exercise, but her skin was cool from the morning air. We spent the time warming her up by kissing, stroking, and fondling each other.

Main Event: B coaxed me inside her with fluttering fingers pulling at my hips. I silently leaned over to hit the mouse button to start recording, then climbed on in the straight missionary position. I was surprisingly hard for a morning lay, and she was surprisingly responsive with her moves and inner squeezes — I came as quickly as the name “quickie” would imply.

Afterplay: None. Had to finish getting ready for work.

Afterglow: None. And the video attempt didn’t work!

Rating: ★★