The Peninsula

My stay near the California coast has been a dream. Every morning, I'm out walking the suburban streets and then eating a healthy brunch that I prepare myself at my rental unit. My accommodation has an on-site gym, and it's nice to take progress photos as I do my usual sets. Then it's off to the showers. I might try to hook up using one of the typical apps, but it's not a big priority, and my spank bank is full of great stuff now, just going off of what I've been able to do personally. Most of the thoughts are of, you guessed it, her. I won't message her too much, and most of the time it's just quiet between us, but I am responsive when she contacts me. We don't need to talk a lot.

The summer heat is at its peak. I only need to take care of my freelancing work for a few hours. After that, I'm free. Messages might get exchanged with this guy or another one, most of whom are just idly looking at profiles. I've been able to give a few local men the thrill of getting with a big, bearded dude like me. They've certainly got some cuties in this city.

It's late in the morning when the message comes up from her, asking how I am, and soon our chatting turns into a phone conversation. She's going through another awful breakup. I joke about how she needs to stop dating straight men. She lets out that musical laugh, which hits me in the depths of my balls. I ask her if she's feeling worked up and needs to do some relaxing, and she asks if she can see me. I tell her she should fly over here and stay with me to save money. There's plenty of room in my unit, so we won't drive each other bonkers, but it's got a king-sized bed with our names on it, too. She thanks me, figures out her flight booking right there on the phone, and asks if a certain date and time will work. What does she think, I'm going to say no to her sweet ass? I approve of her plans.

The big day arrives. I'm dressed a bit nicer, in a Hawaiian shirt, with my beard trimmed and head freshly shaven, wearing dark green hiking pants and canvas boat shoes. As a gesture of appreciation, I also include the aviators she bought me. Out in the terminal, tour groups are assembling and families reunite. I spot her quickly. She's as much a knockout as ever in a baby-doll sundress, low heels, and a cute ladies' Panama hat. She pecks my cheek as we hug, and she says I look even better with all that sun exposure and exercise. I tell her she looks lovely. She just has a carry-on, so we quickly get a taxi back to where I'm staying. On the ride over, she feels my arm, and I study her face as I take her hand. Sunlight is coming from all angles, it seems. The bag is barely set down in the spare bedroom before she's on my bed, right on top of me, covering me in kisses, saying she's been needing to fuck my brains out. Her shoes are removed, and I slide her dress off, politely fold it up, and successfully toss it over to the top of the dresser, cheering like it's a winning shot in a pickup basketball game while she feels my bicep. I tell her it's so hot to see her without a bra or panties whenever she's with me. She's unbuttoning my shirt with one hand and my pants with the other. A good, deep kiss from a man can bowl a girl over, and I'm sure to give her many. I steal a glance at the big vanity mirror, and I know I'd fuck both of us stupid because of how hot we look together.

I have her on her back, legs up, as I'm down at her crotch. I talk to her about the nasty shit that guy did with her while I lick her pussy. My dripping tongue is out, lapping up so much clean pussy sweat and silky juices. I move up and down in one obscene, repetitive movement. She groans while watching me. I get her to admit that he fucked her raw on their first date, that he double-penetrated her with her toy collection, and that she whacked her clit while he rammed four fingers from both hands up into her at the same time. My tongue is in her vagina, trying to get a taste of any remnant of these trashy acts. She begs my forgiveness, as she knows I'm really her man, and that she's going to be back here again doing all this. I take her hand in mine and explain that it's all right.

I can't get enough of the smell and taste of pussy-eating. My dick is leaking precum already without me touching it. I climb up onto her and easily sink my cockhead into her moist pussy, then I push harder and harder until I encounter the cervix. It's husband mode now with our hot role-play. I've marked her cervix with my dick because she's going to give me children. I go back and forth, managing to long-dick her with each stroke in a way that even impresses me. He probably brought her a bunch of jewelry, kissed her ass, and let her start bossing him around. That's why they're broken up now, because she needs the kind of treatment I give her instead. She desires me. I'm going to keep it that way. I don't look down on the other guy. He just didn't handle her right. Her destiny is to lust after gay men, to simultaneously need them and to be fulfilled by them to the very core of her being, more than she ever thought possible. She gets it. We've got our own thing going on a million miles away from what happens in the everyday world. When she's with me, I make the decisions.

This slow pumping action inside of her continues. I pick up the pace more. The slimy tissues still drag back and forth, easily welcoming me in and hesitating to allow me all the way out. Her cunt craves me. Her heart and her gut are screaming at her to be mine. She makes stuff up in her head to justify being with these other guys she doesn't even want, but here she is, flying to the other side of the country after a short phone call because of how I make her feel. We both see the obvious.

I'm talking her through an impending orgasm. She's kneading and slapping her sloppy pussy. I'm pummeling in and out, her legs spread wide on either side of me. The wet sounds we produce together are so beautifully vile. I tell her I claimed this fucking cunt years ago. She's going to come back to me forever, and she'll never forget me, no matter how many other dicks she takes. She keeps saying she's sorry and that she loves me, begging me more and more. I say she's mine, and this is how it's going to be. I keep fucking her until I grunt and scream as my load splashes into her. The cum and friction help her insides quake and leak juices, moving like wet gelatin. We are yelling together, our orgasms almost simultaneous.

II.

The restaurant we hit up in the afternoon evokes the dark romance of old Mexico. The blue and white wall tiles, lace and velvet accents, and bubbling fountains are the backdrop to shadowed dining nooks, inviting visitors to sit for hours. The inner courtyard is shielded from the crowded streets, and the lush plants indoors create a pleasant miniature climate.

The fare is a combination of various regional cuisines. They have some dishes from the isthmus and some Oaxacan staples. I'm not a fan of the Oaxacan stuff because so much of it seems burnt, which probably isn't a fair description, but it beats the glorified snack foods you find at other restaurants.

Our conversation is fun. She's more social than me, and it's good to see how she handles various emotional crises popping up with her friends and family. She keeps me briefed on what our other acquaintances are doing. One guy got a new job, another girl bought a house, and so on. I've learned to appreciate her way of paying careful attention to others. I've read in my self-help books about how helpful it is to acknowledge the people in one's life.

After our meal, we head back to the peninsula since I don't care for the heart of the city very much. I want to show her the beautiful cliffs that are not far from my rental. More flirting and touching happens in the car, and she rolls the window down. I watch her hair get tossed around by the breeze as we move past houses and offices. She puts her head on my shoulder. I cradle it and kiss the side of her forehead, breathing in the sweet air mixed with her natural scent.

We're dropped off near where the cliffs emerge at their most prominent. She has her dress back on after we fucked and showered but has switched out the heels for sandals, and I opted to change into shorts, so we're well-suited for a nice stroll. The cliffs aren't busy with visitors at this time. The walk is pleasant, with the path going up and down amidst boulders, rock formations, and stretches of gravelly beach. A lot of it is fenced off in different areas. I tell her it would have been awesome to come here back in the 1970s, when you could do anything you wanted and probably skinny dip right off the rocks. She laughs.

Before we leave, we get our shoes off and earth ourselves, standing in the shallow ocean water. It's California, so it's a chilly current, but the ebb and flow of the water connects us to a source of energy as seemingly eternal as every atom in us and around us. She's standing in the water with her eyes closed, and I enclose her body from behind with my arms, kissing the top of her head, making sure she can feel my chest against her back, and I put my hand over her heart. I tell her I can feel the energy, too.

It's a brief walk back to my place as the sun begins to set. She knows I don't watch TV, but I welcome her to do so if she wants. She doesn't feel like it and says she's done with most TV watching herself. This is yet another way I'm influencing her. The owner of the rental unit has left me with a huge CD collection, encouraging me to listen to what I like, so I put on an album of Spanish guitar classics performed by a Japanese instrumentalist. Then I open a window to let the air in.

As we're in the living room, I ask her how the physical therapy has been going. She says a lot of the functioning of her neck and hips still feels off, and the stiffness kind of flared up at the restaurant, but she wants to power through it. I offer to help, explaining that she shouldn't ignore her discomfort, so she takes me up on it.

She's on her back on the bed. I start off with some mobilizations that involve applying my knuckles to her sternocleidomastoid muscle on both sides of the neck. The tension here is bad. The prolonged pressure helps this muscle pair to relax. Next, I reach under her skull, hold her suboccipitals, and pull back toward me while gently holding down her chest. This creates some space in her cervical spine and lengthens these muscles. For most of us, they are strained from all the forward leaning we do. She's cooing with joy. I ask her to get on her stomach. Before she does, she pulls her dress off, and I remove my clothes, too. It's great to be naked with her and just live naturally.

To start off, I straddle her on the bed. My hips are resting just below the middle of her ass. I make a line of kisses up her back, then I run my hands along her ribcage and spine. I rock my own hips from side to side to get her sacrum moving that way also, holding it down with my hands to guide the movements better and activate its function. She clearly loves it. I lean and push forward on her suboccipitals again. My objective is to open up her whole spine by getting it to stretch out from the sacrum. I gently tilt both of us to the right and then to the left to achieve different dimensions of stretching. It's in the latter position that I notice she really needs it. She's moaning. As a precaution, I tell her she can make me stop if there's any discomfort, but she says it's terrific.

It's hard to believe the mix of satisfaction and excitement that comes from working on a woman. There's often a lot of internalized negative emotion stored in their bodies. I hope these movements ease some of it for her, but the outcome is a private thing only she truly knows. I like making her remember me.

I press my knuckles firmly into the center of both of her buttocks. This is a tight area for many people because of sitting and technology use. She lets out a beautiful grunt/groan mix, breathing through her nose after telling me to never stop. I decide to keep kneading the buttock and to drag downward with my fingers all in a line. Opening up the hamstrings is crucial for relieving her tension. I can't help but lean forward and place more kisses on her body.

She makes the most erotic noises while all this is happening. I'm rock hard, and I don't even bother hiding it. I say I need to massage her pussy. She is quickly on her back. I immediately carry out a squeezing pincer motion using the entire hand on either side of her beautiful vulva. This works the adductor muscles. I see her vagina twitch responsively. I then dig in with my fingertips right at the deepest point of the groin, again on either side. Her back almost moves in waves, her eyes alternating between closing and looking at me. I take one set of my fingers and run it along the labia, touching the clit occasionally but focusing on the vagina, as I prefer to do. The clit can be very sensitive for some women, so it's best to tread lightly when playing with it unless you've got permission.

It's time to put the fingers in. I massage the area around her vagina some more. Then, I put in one finger, working it and feeling around carefully. Then I get two in, then three, then four, and then I move them all back and forth using my body weight, as described in the massage videos I watched. Her arching gets even more insistent. She's moving like she did before when she was trying to get more of my cum inside her. But right now, my hand is doing the work.

Mentally modeling her vagina as a clock and carefully avoiding the top hours, I massage the rest of the vaginal walls on the sides and bottom. I check with her if there are any sore areas she's noticing so I can continue to apply pressure and make them relax. The sensations that my hands are feeling make my brain melt. I've had a thing for girls for a long time, but giving her this massage shows me added levels of beauty and complexity I never acknowledged. I just watch her and study her. I've let my feelings slip out verbally during our role-plays, but I think this is a more profound expression of them because it is just its own thing, not words intending to elicit a reaction.

All of the sensitive areas have been worked on. There's a hard dick and a wet, opened cunt, a man and a woman, and the light of a breezy California sunset pouring in through an open window. We might as well put two and two together. I slowly remove my hands from inside her, making sure I feel every surface in there, my brain storing the memory for future fucks and jerk-off sessions. Like an emanation from the ether, my dick replaces my hands inside her, and she gasps in awe, opening her eyes to see me winking at her. I get into a planking position over her and tell her to fuck upwards, and she complies.

Now she can show me how much she wants my dick. I fix her body, I know how to make her feel good, and I rearrange her whole world with just a few words and movements of my hands. Her pussy lips are soon grabbing onto my dick, and the longing is present again, the suction and silkiness driving me into another realm. I'd never let her leave my arms if I were to explain everything that I'm feeling. She's soon gripping my firm, square ass and slamming her hips upward, pleading with me to have my cock in there, and I lower my body position slightly as I plank so I fill her up more. My dick now does a lot of the massaging that my hands had been doing. I'm able to detach mentally and just let my cock's pressure be applied in the most pleasurable ways for her.

I release myself from the plank and let my body weight rest on her. She places her arms around me, and we have another one of our legendary kisses. I'm soon treating her sweaty forehead, neck, and shoulders like a salt lick. There's a spicy aroma to her sweat that turns me into an animal.

The pounding starts. I'm talking in a low voice, getting her to slut herself out more to me. I know that guy did all the work fucking her. I'm doing it in a way she'll remember. She tells me I'm her husband, and I respond that she's my wife as I grab her tightly and cuddle-fuck while also doing more long-dicking of her relaxed cunt. My solidity and her softness form such a magical combination. I have to stop myself from exploding inside her already. She does a good job keeping up her hip motions as I maintain my thrusting, and we're giving each other new sensations at a furious pace. I'm not even able to describe the smell or the noises in the bedroom. Our wet genitals are so perfectly fitted. I'm staring into her eyes and nodding at her. We need to keep this up because we're going to another place together.

She tells me she's there and is going to come. I make her keep working her pussy in a circular back-and-forth motion. I'm jabbing my cock in with just the right timing to hit her special spot. I keep talking softly and kissing her forehead, instructing her to just let go inside, knowing that I'm here to support her. We are one now, man and woman, husband and wife, sun and moon, fire and water, yin and yang, light and shadow. Her legs are hitched up. She emits a squeal and then a long, loud exclamation, which seems to be a mix of lust, need, helplessness, excitement, and relief. It's one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. She's opened something that was closed up inside of her. I hold and protect her through this passionate climax. These kinds of experiences aren't easy for people. Shortly after she has come, I fire off my load with a series of grunts, getting my cum into all of the intricate nooks and crannies. Her receptiveness is the very stuff of my attraction to her. She is the canvas I paint upon.

There's a remote control for the lighting in the room, so I have it shut off, and we just enjoy the silence of the evening and the faint illumination of the city streetlights. We are facing each other on our sides, her head against my chest as I hold her close. I check to make sure she's all right. She tells me she has everything she could ever need or want with me and then drifts off. Soon I'm in the empty, boundless non-world of deep sleep, and then I emerge into the dream world as my REM cycles progress. In this place, even closer forms of contact happen between us, and the various psycho-spiritual projects I'm working on in my waking life come to fruition. I show them to her.

The morning brings omnipresent sunlight to the bedroom. We're showering together, shopping at the organic food store nearby, cooking breakfast at my rental, exercising, and going to the cliffs again. There's still almost no one around, so we earth barefoot in the water once more, and I show her how to make a qi ball. It involves the vigorous rubbing together of one's hands and then bringing them close together, giving the sensation of a ball of energy, or qi. When earthed in the water, we can both feel it as hard as steel between our hands, and I can feel the one she made as she can feel mine. Then I apply my qi ball to the problematic areas in her neck and back.

Our lovemaking becomes yet more profound. A few more days and nights pass. The situation feels like the turning of pages in a book, and suddenly she's standing in front of me with her bag at the airport. She needs to get back to the city for a friend's wedding and also can't miss a lot of work. We're off in a quieter corner of the terminal, where we share a deep kiss combined with a long, tight hug, and then there are tears. I shelter her head in my arms and tell her we already have what we both say we want. We're husband and wife in ways many other husbands and wives really aren't. We enjoy each other. Things are already the way they should be. She doesn't need to be here, and that's why she's leaving. I'm fine with it. I know she can be fine, too. Beyond these temporary thoughts, there's just laughter. I'm trying to explain all of this without confusing her before she has to catch her flight, and she seems to be getting it. I give her a lot of credit. It sometimes seems like no one else even cares, but she's so different.