Post by goldenmyst on Aug 1, 2018 19:52:32 GMT -6
On Bended Knee
“Honey, what I have in mind will sound outlandish. But you must comply with me because this will give me joy which you surely wouldn’t deny me.”
“Why not just do the horizontal lambada in bed? It is always worked for me” I say.
“This has nothing to do with that. I’ve never steered you wrong which is why you have me handle our financial matters. Ok, so here is the basic idea. It really isn’t complicated so just follow along with me. You recall how in church we kneel to pray. Well, here is the plan. You kindly slip out of those pants I ironed for you this morning because you may get sweaty and wrinkle them again and then remove your briefs which I washed just an hour ago. And no I’m not trying to make you feel indebted to me to do all this. Well maybe I am but you won’t regret it. Then you sit in that chair like a good pupil and I will offer obeisance by kneeling on the floor and taking your family jewels in my hands like a prayer book. Then you will recite something like a Bible verse with me.”
“Yes, but with your hand on my stick shift, which puts you in the driver’s seat, you could steer my words in any direction you want even to me giving a verbal commitment to the altar.”
“It is true that I will have you under my influence like a stoner getting high. But people are more uninhibited and honest when high.”
“There is a naked honesty to prayer made while nude,” she says. Then she doffs her dress like an unnecessary hindrance better put aside. Beneath she wears nothing but her earthen skin. Each twist and turn of her hands sends delicious prickles across my crown until the combination of delight and ticklishness overwhelms me.
Suddenly, her hands become a vertical ocean wave bearing down upon my love knot with the vigor of a musician polishing her brass flute before a recital until the friction pushes me into the golden age of my sexual youth.
Her hand tightens around me until I become a lightning rod struck by the thunderbolts of her friction. With only her bare hands working my clay she is a female force to be reckoned with. Her caress is an invitation to the mystery of this exotic new spice which I know is much more than merely a new seasoning for our love life. My deepening struggle finds me in the hardening reality of my cock weeping tears of joy. Soon she utters the words which I always thought would feel like shackles but instead feels like a release from Karmic debt. “Will you be my lawfully wedded husband?”
After the prioritizing of the words which clutter my mind the key ones are spoken. “Yes! Let’s get to the chapel and make it legal.”
She says, “So no more fretting about us being cousins?”
“If Einstein could marry his cousin then he must have been onto something. Maybe cousins make better wives.” My promise is signed with a kiss.
“Honey, what I have in mind will sound outlandish. But you must comply with me because this will give me joy which you surely wouldn’t deny me.”
“Why not just do the horizontal lambada in bed? It is always worked for me” I say.
“This has nothing to do with that. I’ve never steered you wrong which is why you have me handle our financial matters. Ok, so here is the basic idea. It really isn’t complicated so just follow along with me. You recall how in church we kneel to pray. Well, here is the plan. You kindly slip out of those pants I ironed for you this morning because you may get sweaty and wrinkle them again and then remove your briefs which I washed just an hour ago. And no I’m not trying to make you feel indebted to me to do all this. Well maybe I am but you won’t regret it. Then you sit in that chair like a good pupil and I will offer obeisance by kneeling on the floor and taking your family jewels in my hands like a prayer book. Then you will recite something like a Bible verse with me.”
“Yes, but with your hand on my stick shift, which puts you in the driver’s seat, you could steer my words in any direction you want even to me giving a verbal commitment to the altar.”
“It is true that I will have you under my influence like a stoner getting high. But people are more uninhibited and honest when high.”
“There is a naked honesty to prayer made while nude,” she says. Then she doffs her dress like an unnecessary hindrance better put aside. Beneath she wears nothing but her earthen skin. Each twist and turn of her hands sends delicious prickles across my crown until the combination of delight and ticklishness overwhelms me.
Suddenly, her hands become a vertical ocean wave bearing down upon my love knot with the vigor of a musician polishing her brass flute before a recital until the friction pushes me into the golden age of my sexual youth.
Her hand tightens around me until I become a lightning rod struck by the thunderbolts of her friction. With only her bare hands working my clay she is a female force to be reckoned with. Her caress is an invitation to the mystery of this exotic new spice which I know is much more than merely a new seasoning for our love life. My deepening struggle finds me in the hardening reality of my cock weeping tears of joy. Soon she utters the words which I always thought would feel like shackles but instead feels like a release from Karmic debt. “Will you be my lawfully wedded husband?”
After the prioritizing of the words which clutter my mind the key ones are spoken. “Yes! Let’s get to the chapel and make it legal.”
She says, “So no more fretting about us being cousins?”
“If Einstein could marry his cousin then he must have been onto something. Maybe cousins make better wives.” My promise is signed with a kiss.
Everyone have a great weekend!!!!