I was cuddling Wonderboy from behind. He had asked me to. He was supposed to leave already to a rehearsal, but he wanted to just lay there for a little while longer. We were naked, in bed and he asked me to throw a blanket over us too. I obliged, put my hand around him, scooted real close and started bucking my hips against his ass. And what do you know my hand grasped his cock and started to play with it. Oh yeah!
Hey, this is a good position! I exclaimed.
But we’re the wrong way around! he answered.
No, this is just perfect.
You want to fuck me up the ass? he asked and smiled that terrified smile he sometimes has that melts my heart.
Well, I didn’t mean that, but yeah, that’d be nice. Oooo yeeeeaaaah, baby, I say and grind my pussy against his buttcheeks. I kiss his back, plant little warm kisses in the vast desert of a back he has.
But it is kind of scary too, I start to wonder out loud. To put my dick in you. Because it’s really not my dick. I can’t feel with it. I look at him with concern, he turns his head to face mine and answers…
Especially if you do it when I’m sleeping.
We burst in to laugh and roll around for a bit.
Well, actually I happen to have one right here, I go through our toy box.
I got this for us for christmas, he says pretending to be me saying it and we laugh some more.
He is now gone and I watched some men masturbate the third time today. Ovulation be damned! Maybe I’ll manage a fourth time when he gets back.
But the thing is. It’s the third or fourth time pegging has come up. And it’s not just me bringing it up, either. I’m hopeful and a little scared.