[MF] Wife’s braless week in London (no sex)

There’s no sex in this because it’s just a short story about something we did on our “oneymoon” (the trip you take *one* year later because you had to cut your actual honeymoon short due to an impending hurricane).

We’d always wanted to see Europe, so we booked flights and hotel for ten days in London, England. I won’t bore you with our sightseeing itinerary, but we did all the regular tourist stuff like everyone else.

The one thing that we noticed right away (me slightly before her) was that in London a lot of women went braless. I wouldn’t say it was everyone, but it did seem like it was more common than it is back in the states. By the time we passed the 30th or so girl walking by with “the girls” swaying back and forth alluringly, the back of my head started to hurt.

I tore my eyes away from the lovely sight in front of me and said “ow! you’ve been slapping me haven’t you?”

She gave me her trademark icy stare and mentioned that perhaps I ought to take a few hundred pictures as they’d last longer and she could use them as evidence in my upcoming divorce.

[MF] Military Academy Handjob with a Little Cleanup

I apologize for this being a long story. There’s not much actual sex in it, but it’s an (I hope) interesting look into what it was like in a slightly different environment than most people are subject to. There’s a short tl;dr at the end, so if you want a synopsis scroll way way down. The title is the real tl;dr though.

A long time ago in an America far far away, I was a West Point cadet. The only real reason that’s relevant is that sex was pretty much prohibited. Even getting caught jacking off could get you a big round of punishment tours- which you had to “walk off” by marching back and forth in Dress Gray “under arms” (i.e. with your rifle on your shoulder.)

As luck would have it, both I and the female cadet who was my first serious girlfriend were virgins when we entered the Academy. This wasn’t all that uncommon, actually. The type of person who gets into West Point has put an extraordinary amount of effort into their academic, athletic, and extra-curricular high school career. When you’re trying to maintain a 4.0+ GPA, be the captain of the lacrosse team, get your Eagle Scout rank, and serve on student body leadership, there’s not a lot of time leftover for girlfriends or boyfriends.

[MF] Well, THAT was something. BJ after twelve weeks of medically-enforced celibacy.

Around the beginning of April, I got a kidney stone (yay!) It got stuck in my ureter, requiring surgery. I’ll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that I wasn’t capable of sex for over twelve weeks.

I don’t know if this is a common effect of “going without” for an extended length of time, but holy cow. I have never shot that much come from one orgasm, nor have I ever had that many orgasms in a row (three) without stopping. I am not kidding, it was literally more like peeing than ejaculating. I mean, it was still ejaculating, but in one fantastically long and forceful stream.

And the sensation. It was like the first time I discovered my dick could do that. When she took me in her mouth, I had to yell “stop!” because just the first insertion put me at the edge of cumming. I think it took her close to five minutes just to get me all the way into her throat, because even the slightest motion was enough to almost send me over the edge. I actually turned on the TV and told her to just hold me deep while I waited for the sensitivity to die down.

[MF] First Ever Road Head & A Cross-Country Cum Drive

Third time attempting to submit this. My skillz with the mandatory tags are weak. Hopefully this one works.

tl;dr: gf got bored on a long cross-country trip to a ‘con and gave me my first road head & the next day took a facial and wore it proudly until we arrived at our destination (only an hour later- don’t freak out).

Well OK so this happened about a month ago on a car trip from NYC to St. Louis, MO. Actually, it was from Yonkers, NY but not everybody knows where that is so I usually say “New York City” when I tell them where I live. Yonkers is NOT New York City, but explaining that usually takes more time than just saying “NYC.” So, Yonkers. I was driving from Yonkers to St. Louis.

This was a trip of “firsts.” And so, let’s talk about the first first of the trip: I’d never received road head before. Yonkers, and for that matter New York City, has a LOT of people in it. Plus everything’s close enough to everything else that you’d hardly have time to finish before you got to your destination. Unless, that is, there was traffic (and there’s always traffic). But would you really want to give/get road head while sitting in your car with dozens- hundreds!- of other cars around you, stuck waiting on a light to change? OK, maybe you would- but my girlfriend definitely would NOT.