Interrupted Thought

I interrupt my planned thought...

I was ready to start to tell a

life drawing continued

story, but instead, I'm going to the here and yesterday. That's the challenge for a creator of both the visual and word, the point when the mind races and has an eruption that you can't quell. Sometimes you just have to masturbate with your words.

In case you haven't noticed like I have at this point in my life, everything lived has a connection to the deep and simmering parts of your subconscious. It shows up as uncanny surprises and connects to the imagination as I've experienced it. One thing touches another...so here, I have to share this now instead. It won't let go until I do...forget those fucking styles of writing and audience. They are almost as bad as sex manuals and self help books. Ha. Here it rolls..

He was lying diagonally across my bed, beautifully naked. A lovely long and lick you naked. You know, from the toes to both heads naked. Mostly because I pushed him there, but also because he was a tall stretch of a man that draped nicely and diagonally across my bed. Yum.

We had just finished taking the clothes off of each other, bit by bit for the very first time. It felt like high school all over again - almost. I was straddling him, sitting on top of him on my sofa after we engaged in some major tongue play and I pulled away to grab a read from his eyes. Let's take this further. He started first - my t-shirt off and then on down the line. A little surprised that I was commando, but I like to surprise like that, don't you?

He let me unclothe him, because if I'm going to straddle you naked, you better join the party. Skin in the game, as they say. Every garment I removed from his body, my breath and expanded pupils took it all in, with the heart beating to catch up. Got to love that feeling. His chest was exposed while we were tongue engaged. I started licking from his tongue and lips to his ear and neck, salty, and drove it south - flicking his dark nipple, and then the other - feeling both get hard with my tongue, ping! I was wet and vibrating, so was he and so I went for more because he was kind of shy.

I yanked at his belt - released. On to the button and zipper of his shorts - ahh, finally the unveiling. When my eyes fell on that thick, erect and smooth cock, I immediately moved my mouth to cover it. Ohh, just thinking about it now. There was a tasty drip already forming and rolling down from his glans penis. Lick, and then I covered his length with my mouth again, tonguing the tip and all around as I went down. That rapid breath from consuming his sex kicks in. Time to evaluate...what would take him further?

He is 71. Five years older than me. We met on a dating site several months ago. Why? Why not, and because I'm relatively new and lonely in this state and at the prime of my sexual life. We had connected a few times over the past six months for vanilla conversations and meet ups, both of us having a lot of peripheral activities to distract us. What kept me going over that time was the rather large male bulge I would witness each time we met. It is a place I go to often to evaluate the potential on a first meet. Just wondering what he had going on, horn-dawg in the female sense that I often am, and now obsessed with finding out. Promise was not lost. We stayed remotely connected, sending photos of where we had been spending time separately. It was bait for me, I'm sure, to keep me on the line. That and the phone calls with a voice so deep and basted with a south Missouri flavor. Skip the damn texting, which he did often.

You know, at this point in our journeys, the game changes. Women have the potential to become more available and men are mostly focused on whether they can get it up and maintain it, when in truth, that is not all that coupled sex is at this stage of life. Though I have heard that some women have sex aversion at my age, I am fortunately not that woman. I continue to seek gratification from a physical connection that makes me feel vibrant, alive and vitally strong from my core, and am willing to do the same for my partner. I am a sensualist. It is all about the way you and your partner can sate each other's desires.

Whoo. There he was. Stretched out with his cock erect and ready. Just thinking about that makes me want him in my mouth again. Right now. His waist is long and his thighs were too. I began running my hands down their length from that hipbone slope to the groin - a visual fetish that I have for a naked man and love to seek out and touch. He was nicely proportioned, and a good length longer than me. And then his manhood - growing and dripping from the first stroke. I began and continued. After the initial hot and heavy, we maneuvered in our sex dance to find the perfect position for both, flipping and licking until I insisted he take me from behind. In my book that it is the best position for both concerning the visual and pleasure points, You know I'm right. I could watch his entry from between my legs again and again, going harder and deeper each time.

And there you have it - or at least we did - both arrived wet and moaning...ahhh. Thank you for another charge to my sexual balance. We fell back to the bed side by side and into that light and open conversation that happens when you have brought gratification to each other and the brain rush redirects...

"So, you like to write? What kind of stories do you like to write?" he asked.

That point about connections...it turns out that he is an avid reader of Literotica, and he likely doesn't not know my pen name just yet.