Saturday, May 30, 2009
I enjoy touching my wife's bottom even during the day when she's wearing jeans. I like to slide my hand over the buttocks and sometimes I will slap them.
I don't slap too hard, especially during the course of the day when I'm walking through a room like the kitchen and she's bending over the dishwasher. I like to her surprise!
To let her know I want her in the evening, I will lay my hand against her rear end - her derriere - and I will leave it momentarily and then I'll walk away without saying anything.
Touch is so important and I think of it now . . . when she lies against me in bed and she backs up to me . . . my erection presses against her and I wrap my arms around her torso and I feel her small breasts and then I kiss her on the back of the neck.
Visions form in my imagination of her being massaged and, in reality, I begin to massage her bottom. I touch her . . . gently, sometimes I will pull back the sheets and I will spank her lightly.
I can tell she's aroused when she begins to move her hips up and down, up and down . . . I will place my fingers between her legs and kiss her ear, breathing deeply into it.
The touches may not always lead to intercourse. Many times I will straddle her and she will lick me while I will bend over and place my tongue inside her and against her clitoris.
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