Illuminations

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side-by-side colorful fireworks exploding

 

They rocket and boom, in flash-spark crackling explosions and fizz-shhh waterfalling displays of light, filling the three-quarter moon sky with their fearsome spectrum of light.

Some corkscrew and twirl, giddily flickering their luminescent glow about, coloring the ink dark.  Others, quiet upon ascent, explode unexpectedly in a raucous fury of blazing atoms.  A few do the opposite:  shooting upward in a blustering whirr, only to produce a low-glow pop before winking out, disappearing into the night.

Each is different in its impact – on the gathered crowd, on the late evening ozone – and some are felt more deeply than others, reverberating through both body and atmosphere in rippling concussive waves.

Surrounded by members of my immediate family, I watch the flare-up eruptions, feeling the shatter-shake ripples of each detonation tremor through my bones.  And I think, This is us.

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Fingers Are For Fucking

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I watch, wide-eyed and sleep-silly, as his lube-slick hand pumps and slides, thick fingers gripping his cock, stroking for me.

I’m dizzy-tired and tight-wound, giddy from the completion of travel and desperately in need of release.  The happy-tense excitement buzzing through me, singing humid through hot-wire veins, is the rhythm to which my own fingers dance:  pressing, turning, sliding slick.

Through the camera, I watch him as he watches me, watching him.

Feeling both engrossed and distracted – with the lick-over bite of his lip, by the scchlucking squelch of his fingers gripping his cock – I whisper my wishes, pushing two of my own fingers inside my velvet wet and rocking my hips.

I wish I could kiss and nibble and suck, scraping my teeth over his fat swollen head and suctioning his thick into my hollow-cheeked soft.

I wish I could cup and slide and twist and stroke, using my hands in tandem turns over his cock to wring low-belly moans from his throat.

But most of all, I wish he was here – in the flesh, next to me in this bed – so I could penetrate his body with my fingers, and I could feel the demanding too-full push of his penetrating mine.

And with flash-frame images of a thousand tiny memory moments, my imagination plays a movie of Us while my fingers dance, and it is to the aching empty grip of my cunt around his invisible fingering twist that my nerve endings explode past the building tickle-pain and into tummy-tumbling vertiginous bliss.

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DC Comics

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Batman panties with BAM! fist

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Because sometimes life calls for a little bit of BAM!

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Three-Ring Circus

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three concentrically graduated cock rings

Photo courtesy of Dokurtybitz

NOTE/WARNING/DISCLAIMER:  This post is about dicks.  Specifically, about how I prefer to use cock rings on the dicks I play with.  To be perfectly clear, I do not care about YOUR dick.  Seriously, I do NOT care.  Kindly do NOT, as a result of reading this manifest, behave like a twatwaddle and send me ridiculous unsolicited bullshit featuring your dick.

(It’s ludicrous that I should even have to say that, but such is the world in which we live.  Twatwaddles.  Everywhere.)

Mmmmkay?

Moving on!

So:  Cock Rings

To begin with, I need to emphasize that the point of a cock ring is to keep a cock at attention.  Basically, a cock ring serves to enhance hardness.

In my experience, men tend to have three ‘levels’ of Hard:

  • Hard (Enough):  This falls somewhere between “uncooked sausage” and “pudding pop(sicle)” – it’s good enough to get the job done, but lacks a certain joi de oomph.
  • HARD:  Think along the lines of thick and throb-y.  This level is emphatically hard.  Swollen.  Focused.  Driven.  Ice would not banish this erection, at least not without total extended submersion.
  • HARDEST:  Blood is no longer flowing anywhere but in his cock.  It’s engorged, past the point of swollen, hard enough to pound nails.  This is a cock that’s ready to fuck someone into the ground.  Repeatedly.  And it’s sensitive, especially at the tip.

There are ways of getting to each of these levels without the aid of cock rings (and I may post about those techniques another time), but *with* a ring – and the appropriate amount of interest – HARD is achieved relatively quickly, and HARDEST can be maintained (or strengthened!) over an extended period of time.

I happen to like the feel of HARD under my hands, and when I get my partner to HARDEST, I can tease him mercilessly because of the enhanced sensitivity.  One of the ways to help him reach that NoNoStopDon’tStop state of hardness is to use cock rings.

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