The title of this post is written as such since it reminds me of the old children's song called 'Michael Finnegan' ... when I read PK's post and associated comments from earlier this week, I was reminded as to how many others in ttwd Blogland have done the rinse and repeat cycle over and over. So yes, here we are 10 months into the ttwd world and we've decided to go back to the beginning ... to DD basics.
However, first a preface to the two part, two post main story ...
The Stool
To a man such as mine, one who is without a prostate (or, as we've come to realize lately, the same might apply to men in general who are in Frank's age bracket), oral sex for him, is pretty much a necessary part of our sex life. He very rarely gets spontaneous erections and if he does, they don't last long. Yes, there are medications for that but every med he's tried has side effects, which over time, he has come to realize are more hassle than they are worth. So oral sex it is ... at the very least as foreplay.
As a dominant man, he loves the idea of me dropping to my knees in front of him to service him. However, for a couple of reasons, in practical terms it isn't such a great idea. In the flexibility department, my feet and my hips are not so great. The knees themselves are ok but as a tallish woman, if I kneel up, my chin hits his belly button. And with joint stiffness, kneeling back on my haunches isn't sustainable for more than a couple of minutes. So, we have a stool ... a perfect little stool we keep in the bathroom that has been in the family for years; a stool that puts me right in the perfect position for taking care of business ... his business.
Part One ...
I had been a bit snippy and snarky and Frank had noticed so he initiated a still in bed, morning 'chat'. I had a hard time trying to explain what was going on because I'm not sure I even knew what it was or as we talked more over the coming days, it became evident it was more an accumulation of several things.
One is the familiar refrain you've heard here before ... It gets back to where, to me, everything DD-like ends up being foreplay ... mostly because my man is a big ol' spanko ... when he spanks me it turns him on - so when we're (what feels to me), half way through a what I think is a DD spanking, all of a sudden he's on to bigger and better things. Then I end up feeling it's all about the sex and not about the lifestyle dynamic. This was my first explanation to him.
The second is it's late fall, heading into winter ... it's miserable outside. Frank doesn't have any outdoor projects to keep him busy except one that requires very little of his time (but hopefully more after the holidays), so it seems to me that I've become his 'entertainment' ... he's handsy and flirty and his sex demands are frequent ... none of that a bad thing, but geez, sometimes it's "give me a break!"
Later that morning, after our discussion, we're up and about, when he comes in for a hug, puts his hands down the back of my pants to fondle my bum and then starts steering me towards the bathroom ...
"I want you to suck my cock" ... he's grinning and backing me up through the door to the bathroom and 'the stool' ...
I'm going along with it and sit down. He leans up against the vanity and I scoot me and the stool up to him. As I unbuckle his belt and open the button to his jeans, I look up and I remind him our discussion ...
"See ... we've just had a discussion and here we are again ... like I said ... it's all about the sex"
"This isn't about sex", he replies ...
I unzip him and take him out, holding his cock in my hand ...
"Really ... and how is this (holding it up to make my point) not about sex" ...
"Wellll, Bill Clinton says it's not sex and he's a President so he should know" ...
... at which point I nearly fell off the stool laughing ... and yes, he got his foreplay blow job and the sex that followed ...
.... Part II to follow ... shortly, I hope 😊 ...
... nj 💞
