It was Sunday and I was lying in bed beside my boyfriend. We were both awake and neither of us was very energetic at that point. He was on his back and I was on my right side, facing him. He had his left arm under my neck, a natural pillow.
I've always loved the way he smells. I don't know how to describe it except to say he smells just as a man should. I feel comfortable in his embrace. Safe. Loved. Just all of the good things I need from a man. We've been dating for over two years and pretty much exclusive for the last year and a half. We've been talking about living together and maybe even the 'M' word. I really do think he's the one. I just feel confident when we're together. I can't explain it any better than that, but my best girlfriend says I look smug when I'm with him.
Anyway, my left arm was on top and I was touching his chest and abs gently. It was more of an act of petting him than anything else I can describe. He was making contented happy sounds and I guess I was, too.
My hand covered his abs and ventured under the covers to his thigh. From there, a little further to his center, just barely covering his penis and balls. I was thinking what a nice package he has. It's not terribly big, but he's the perfect size for me. He wasn't hard at all, just a warm collection of man flesh. I just held him. His human thong or something.
He obviously liked that. He turned his head and lightly kissed me on my lips. I kissed him back. Not really hotly, just loving him.
We continued to swap gentle kisses and I continued to hold his genitals. As we snuggled, I felt a little bit of movement in my hand. I love making my sweet man grow in my hands. I decided not to do anything active, just to hold him and enjoy his reactions to my loving him.
"You trying to start something, love?"
I considered this for a moment, but shook my head. "Just a good snuggle with my best friend."
He chuckled and kissed me again. We continued to kiss and nuzzle each other and I kept my hand where it was. I was always fascinated by the way a cock grows and by how much. It really is a miracle of nature.
I had my thumb wrapped under his cock now, my fingers just holding the rest. It was beginning to straighten itself out and to grow in length. I think that's the part that always fascinates me. Bobby's cock grows from something the size of my thumb to about seven inches in length and thick enough that I can barely get my thumb and middle finger around it in the 'OK' sign. I love the way he's able to fill me up with that little monster of his.
That thought started the vagina remodeling program. I can feel it enlarging and lengthening inside me as it begins to moisten up to get ready for a very pleasant invasion. I giggled as I remembered a prayer one of my girlfriends says she sends up at times like this. "For that which we are about to receive, let us be truly grateful. Amen."
He kissed me a little more firmly, letting the tip of his tongue tickle my lips briefly. "Something funny?"
I kissed the tip of his nose and nibbled on it gently. "Just a prayer my girlfriend taught me."
He considered that for a moment. "Is that a prayer of thanksgiving or supplication?"
I laughed and repeated it for him to hear. "What do you think?"
He laughed. "A little of both, I think."
