Private Vows
Melissa laid in bed admiring her new engagement ring. Steve had proposed last night during the Super Bowl halftime show. And he did it before all their friends--it was the boldest, most romantic thing he had ever done, and by far the most romantic event in her young life.
But now, in the light of a new day, it was her turn to be bold. She summoned her courage by recalling the words of her grandmother.
Gam, I'm pretty sure Steve is going to propose to me soon. I'm thrilled, but I have some doubts. I've watched enough couples--and heard enough complaints from my girlfriends about their husbands--that I worry our marriage will get stale. I can't bear the thought.
For example, Mom and Dad seem content, but not quite happy. They're more like roommates than a loving couple. And my other grandparents are even worse; when they're not bickering they mostly act like colleagues. It's so unromantic, and so discouraging.
But you and Gamp are different. He touches you often; you two laugh a lot. I've even caught the two of you exchanging furtive glances sometimes--I love to imagine what each of you are thinking. I want what you have, not just now, but forever.
So what's your secret? Did you just get lucky to find the sweetest man in the world? Are you some kind of super woman? What gives, Gam?
Melly, you're such a clever young woman. You've come to the right place with the right question. Yes, I got lucky, and yes, your Gamp is the sweetest man in the world. But that's far from the end of the story.
I'll tell you all I know, but if you remember nothing else, let it be these words whispered to me on the day I married your Gamp, by a church lady I barely knew over fifty years ago:
'Use Wisely Your Power of Sex'
I was flabbergasted. No one had ever said such words to me, much less in church. As you can imagine, it was a hectic day for me so I couldn't spend much time contemplating them, but they kept coming back to me.
One thing I've learned in my many years is that men and women have all the same emotions, but in different quantity. That difference in amount makes a huge difference in our actions. And sex drive is where the difference is greatest. You have a libido; so do I. But neither you nor I can comprehend the libido of a typical man.
For us women, it's just one of many emotions. For him it is primal. It's a force of nature that must be reckoned with. You and I can feel loved without sex, but men cannot. And because he wants it so much more than you, it gives you great power. Far too many women abuse this power, both to his detriment and ultimately to hers.
Instead of manipulating his passion to your own advantage, nurture it. Feed it. Let it thrive. But most of all, keep it focused on you. Many other women will stoke his passions over the years, intentionally or not. Never stop directing these passions back to you. I've convinced your Gamp that no woman in the world can possibly love him like I do. This may have been a little white lie in the beginning, but it's thoroughly true now.
Keep track of your sex life. A thirty-year-old couple like you that hasn't had sex in a week has a problem. Two weeks is an emergency. By then his mind is already starting to wander, and he might be quietly satisfying his own needs. Go harness his desire and bring it back to you.
Take charge, Melly. You'll both be glad you did.
Steve stirred from his sleep, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Good morning, fiancé." He set off for his morning shower.
"OK, Melissa, it's now or never," she told herself. She slipped out of bed and rummaged through the toy drawer for the device she sought. Finding it, she held it up for examination and noticed her hand was trembling. "You can do this, Mel."
She covered the toy with a bath towel and headed into the bathroom. She put the toy on the vanity with the towel over it, and quickly slipped out of her t-shirt and panties. Steve noticed none of this until she opened the shower door.
"Hey, Babe. Wow, what's this?"
"I'm going to wash your back. Are you about done with everything else?"
"Um, OK. Just let me rinse."
She soaped up the cloth and began slowly caressing his back. She kept her free hand on him the whole time, mostly (accidentally?) on his hip. Before she was quite finished he turned around and said, "what about him? Does he get any attention?" The perpendicular part of him made clear that she had had the desired effect. Even though it was so easy to do, she always took a little pride when she caused his erections.
"Yes, he's going to get some attention. But be careful what you wish for."
"Now turn around and let me rinse your back." After the rinse she used both hands to rub his back. Up firmly with the palms and down ever so gently with the fingernails. She thought she detected a change in his breathing, and maybe a little moan. Perfect.
He was primed. Now was the time. One last downstroke with the fingernails, but she didn't stop. She continued to his buttocks and kept going. She could only use one hand now. She had to crouch just a little to fondle his cock from behind. But his penis was not her target.
In a smooth, swift motion she cupped his testicles, encircled the base with her thumb and index finger, and...
Gave a little squeeze.
The shock value she had hoped for was immediately apparent. He flinched, and then froze. From her position she strained upward to get her lips as close to his ears as possible and whispered, "Don't move. I have some things to say to you, and I want your undivided attention. Do I have your undivided attention?"
He nodded, silently and vigorously.
"Now. I'm going to turn off the water, and you're going to open the shower door and walk slowly over to the vanity."
They clumsily made the few steps over to the vanity with him firmly in her grasp. Neither cared that they were dripping water all over the floor.
"Look under the towel."
They were both facing the mirror. He glanced at her and then found the fuzzy handcuffs underneath the towel.
With a longer look at her in the mirror, he finally said "Seriously?"
"Seriously. Behind your back."
He complied. The cuffs were a gag gift and they had never used them--she realized that the sharp metal clacking sound of them being fastened kind of turned her on.
He let out a visible sigh when she released his balls. The first order of business was to get dried off. She left him standing there shackled while she dried herself off and brushed her hair. He was clearly apprehensive, but patient. And erect. Good.
She dried him off slowly and thoroughly, with an unnecessary number of swipes in the groin area. Now for the real show. She led him back to bed and told him to lie on his back. "Make yourself as comfortable as you can, because this is going to take a little while."
She nestled in between his knees, sitting on her heels facing him. Then she began touching him. And speaking with an assertiveness he'd never heard before.
His cock was still erect, but resting on his abdomen. With supremely feminine delicacy, she lightly grazed it with the tips of her three middle fingers. Back and forth she went, with a little circular motion on the head.
"In a few months we're going to exchange our vows. But those vows will be public. I want to exchange private vows, and I want to do it right now. The vow I want from you is for you to surrender all your orgasms to me. From this day forward every orgasm you ever have will be shared with me."
