The Sensation of an Aless (on Valentines Day)

It is the early morning of Valentine's Day.  We are in bed, I hear the furnace in the basement humming to fight off the cold.  I love this time in bed with you, it is my time to caress your soft skin that you expose to me semi naked in your sleep.   I stroke it and quietly adore you,  kissing your shoulder lightly as you as you sleep; I do not want to wake you and break the spell.  I imagine I am a lover unknown to you, caressing you lovingly.  The idea of another man laying intimately with you inflames my jealousy and desire in equal measure.  It makes my penis turn rigid, and become a cock.

I am laying in the cool blue darkness, sharing the warmth under the covers with you.  You are my sexual furnace.  It is 4AM my MMO witching hour.  The sky is dark and foreboding outside our window, but in our bed it is comforting and warm.  There is no traffic noise; it is too early.  It is so quiet I am left alone with my thoughts.  But your warm lush female derriere exposed to me under the covers is imploring me to notice it.  Your nightgown has shucked up exposing your heart shaped rear to my penis.   I am naked and my penis is erect.  Your back is towards me;  I slide to you until I am up against you.   Spooning you tenderly, my morning erection nestles firmly between the warm cheeks of your heart shaped derriere.  They welcome my touch radiate your heat onto the hyper sensitive sulcus under my cock head.   I slide closer to you until the tip of my erection is gently pressing against your nether hole.  Your anus kisses my cock slit like It was a sailor at sea, home after a long voyage.  That kiss of longing by your opening inflames my arousal.   I can feel an MMO tensing and tightening deep in my anal canal and in my special; spot behind my balls.  You lay there quietly dreaming as the tightening behind my balls becomes a flutter, then a gentle and extremely pleasurable irregular thrumming.  The contact is made, the circuit is closed and I begin to draw your sexual energy into my body. 

There are many names in ancient scripts for what I am feeling inside my pelvis.  Whatever it is called to me it is erotic nirvana.  The thrumming becomes stronger.  It is now a syncopated pulsing exquisite ache.  The line between that ache and exquisite ecstasy suddenly becomes invisible as I break through and float above the clouds.  The special spot behind my balls is now pulsing in orgasmic rapture sending its erotic energy deep into my anal canal.  Enticed and awoken my anus behinds to contract and release, amplifying the pleasure that is pulsing behind my balls.

 I float in ecstasy tethered to you by my penis. You lay there dispensing your sexual energy passively into my cock head as you sleep.  I am now sailing in the lilting and crushing ecstasy of an MMO.  It is Mother Nature's miraculous gift given to me by your tender feminine anus on Valentines Day.

This is my most ideal time to do an Aless MMO session so I just lay there and let you do it to me.  In a matter of minutes I am tempest tossed in a hurricane of euphoric orgasmic rapture.  As my prostate and anus convulse and contract waves of searing pleasure roll through my pelvis and anus.  They hold me down; I am immobilized as they have their way with my cock root, prostate, perineum and anal canal.  An hour later it is over; my anus and perineum are still twitching gently.  I drift off to a deep blissful sleep,  awakening an hour later.

When I awoke moments ago you were still sound asleep.  I am on my back and you are cuddled against me.  As I lay there listening to your deep and even breathing I thought about all of our Valentines Days together.  I had done the chocolate and flowers and the poems; you reciprocated with cards from your Valentines Day line.  They were all very nice day but they don't resonate with the adoration I feel for you now.  As I lay here under the covers savoring the steamy heat of your sensual feminine body, the holiday and its commercial trappings seemed so trivial. 

Laying here skin to skin under the covers with you,  the cool light outside our bedroom window is shifting from blue to light grey.  My life and this warm sweet moment with you is suspended in this hazy interregnum between the hectic pace of day and the dark sensual warmth of night nude in bed with you.  I am comforted by the weight of the quilt that you made to celebrate our 10th anniversary so many years ago. 

Memories of so many years of shared nights of sexual pleasure under this quilt with your feminine softness makes my eyes well up and my penis erect.  I put my arm under you and pull you closer to me.    As I lay here sharing this moment, the delicate essence of your femininity strokes my chest and my groin.  I feel the sweet tease of your invisible mystique trailing down my torso;  it cradles my balls and warms them, coaxing them to relax and hang free.  Satisfied with the relaxed state of my balls it dances on my erect penis taunting it to ache its need.  The loving caress of your femininity envelopes my cock in its serene lust.  Even in your deep sleep your sexuality inflames my desire for you.

You are now on your back, your night gown has continued its journey north; it is bunched under you elegant tits. I roll to my side facing you and gingerly caress a breast in my palm gently pinching a nipple between my thumb and the side of my palm being careful not to waken you; the pinch breaks through the solid wall in your brain between dreamy sleep and awake reality.  It makes you sigh in your dreamy hiding place.   Raising my leg up, I rest it on your legs below your thighs.  I let my hands wander over the naked landscape of your womanly torso from your breast to your Mons.  I can feel the heat of your downy vulva on my palm.  I love it that you are natural there.   I run my fingers through the triangle of silken hair between your thighs and rest it cradling  your vagina in my large hand.  You sigh in your sleep again and shudder a little.  You are still asleep, your even breathing relaxes me as your body entices me.

After laying there for what feels like an impatient eternity savoring you I draw your face to the firm warmth strength of my chest; you stir to wakefulness.  I am flooding you with my masculine sensuality.  You gravitate to my protective warmth and my scent.  I smell of soap and spice with a lilt of the desire that is dribbling from my penis.  You snuggle up to me as you run your fingers through the hair on my chest. You sigh contentedly.  We are as close together as we can possibly be.  It is the most blissful sensation; my heart slows in response to your love, it is permeating me.

Your soft hair is under my chin.  In the warmth of our bed, the pungent sweet scent of the dewy sex between your legs rises up to my nostrils; the familiarity of the aroma of the moist desire between your thighs is filling my head and saturating my brain.  The aroma of your dreamy desire assures me that the sexy woman in my arms is you.  I think that you have been dreaming of a lover worshiping your body with his hands and mouth.  I wonder if it was of me or if it was a fantasized man; regardless I imagine that  that dream is what is wetting your delicate hair fringed flower.  

I recognize your sweet musky scent in the blue grey darkness.  Your shampoo, your skin and the subtle lilting scent of your ever present desire for me continues to incessantly tease my nostrils.  Warmed by my embrace, it is not just your vagina that weeps for me but your skin also seems to exude the perfume of your libido.  The warm lush air under our covers is growing into a thick aromatic cocktail of the tears of desire dripping from my cock slit and the dew of your sensual desire clinging to the petals of your flower.  

As I lay here, I drink in the scent of your lush desire in as a parched soul slakes his thirst with crystal clear water from a high mountain stream.  I can’t suck it in fast enough to satisfy my thirst for you. As I gulp your essence in, it forges my lust for you.  You have hewn my penis to be a stone obelisk dedicated to your pleasure.  My hands slide over the smooth soft skin of your back.  I love the velvet softness of your back.  Your magic begins to penetrate me; my peace is being subtly transformed into a deep erotic longing for you as my penis twitches in response to your magic.  I can feel my penis dripping the tears of my desire on your Mons.

Laying here I am thinking of Valentines Day and its symbolic hearts. They seem trivial.

The thought of a fake heart expressing love is incongruous.  It makes no sense to me.  The love I am feeling has other symbols; indeed that love is exerting its control on me, but it is not on my heart.  Your feminine charm has wrapped itself around my cock and is gently tugging it to erection and teasing it to weep for you in its anguished stiffness.  I am suddenly struck that the true symbol of love needs to be my penis, dewy with desire.

I kiss the top of your head gently.  The feel of your hair on my face and your skin under my hands has not only hardened my cock but it has swelled my balls; they are literally aching for you.  Images of this moment and the feelings I have for you are flooding my body.  Your desire is rushing into my body, with a torrent of emotion, it is inflaming my desire.  You have opened the gates of my lust and you are filling me with sensations of desperate sexual need and unmitigated adoration.  The MMO I just wallowed in has poured gasoline on the conflagration of my libido.

As I lay here images of my straining cock replace images of hearts as an expression of my love for you; I envision you kissing and mouthing the warm tallow dripping from the slit at the tip of my penis.  The image of my penis as a candle burning, dripping my tallow from its flame captures my imagination.

I am inspired.  My erection steels my resolve to penetrate you and seek the warm sweet relief of your wanton feminine soul deep in your pelvis.  I think of the words for it ……vagina, honey pot,  cunt.  Cunt is so vulgar.  Yet it is so arousing.  I think of the sexy complexity of the moist tender pink flower that is your femininity.

I think of the many times I have laid my head on your parted thighs at the threshold of the glistening mouth of your femininity. So many times you have offered your wetted pussy opening to the teasing bliss of my tongue.  The sensation of licking and kissing the delicate moist folds of silken skin that frame your vagina is one that I recall thousands of times a year.   Thoughts of that warm divine path to your sexual soul fill my mind as I am laying here.  I recall the warm and luxuriously soft delicacy of your pussy lips on my own lips when I kiss them tenderly and tongue the sweet flesh to blush and swell in arousal. 

I recall the feel of the warm mouth of your pussy on my lips as I kiss them and how it inflames my desire for you.  I relish the shameless desire to feel the probing adoration of my tongue parting your lips and teasing your rigid pearl causing your pink mouth to drool its lust for my tongue’s adoration.  I think of your modesty.  You are so very modest about your sexuality and your vagina in particular.  Yet in your desire you are comfortable, even enthusiastic wantonly displaying your aroused pussy to my eyes; modesty melts away as your desire for me grows.  As your nipples harden, your vagina becomes your cunt to my cock.  As you lose inhibition your true erotic nature is revealed.

Your vagina yawns in anticipation, self consciousness disappears.  You don’t care that it is now your your cunt.  In its pungent, dripping arousal it is inches from my loving tongue.  You know that I will soon savor the pungent liquor of you lust on my lips and that makes you desire me even more.  In fact the very idea of the vulgarity of this all turns you on more than you would ever admit in normal daily life; but in bed with me naked you are as different woman.. 

I think of your silken pearl, buried in the fleshy petals of your lush orchid.  As it is hardening it is slowly being pushed from its protective skin cloak by the desperation of your arousal. As your desire grows your tender bead erects itself and becomes exquisitely sensitive.  It is peering from the fleshy petals that protect it.  As the fire of desire is burning in your cunt, it teases your clit to search for stimulation and ultimately the divine anguish of orgasm. 

As your hardening clit betrays your arousal the mouth of your cunt is blossoming like the flower it is; dilating and opening itself to the warmth of  my tongues pleasure.  I imagine peering into the lust scented focus of your desire, and the sweet wet succor of orgasm that awaits me in your sensual cleft.

I think of your arousal growing and your lips swelling and darkening and the ivory pearlescent honey  collecting in droplets that frame the gaping opening of your femininity; the swollen flower of your sex is begging for stimulation and satisfying penetration.  I can envision in my mind your chest heaving in aroused desperation to be filled by my hot cock.  I imagine you swooning in gratified relief as my throbbing cock pulses ropes of hot cum into the enveloping soft cushion of your thirsty vagina.  

I think of my cock throbbing between my legs and my sack that is heavy with desire for your vaginal caress.  As I lay there in my growing arousal I see an erotic scene of my cockhead nestled in your pussy lips.   I imagine my cockhead disappearing as it slowly plumbs the depths of you.  I am envisioning the length of my aching cock as it parts the mouth of your flower and sinks into the warmth of you. 

As I think about laying on you I think of the warm soothing sensual feeling of being deep inside you.  Your raw feminine desire radiates from you and penetrates me; it warms the tallow in my balls.  The act of accepting part of my body to be deep inside you is very humbling and arousing.  It is not only a sensual, erotic and arousing act but it spiritual as well.  It also speaks to how much you are committed to me and how much you trust me.   I think of the tallow that a moment earlier was pooled in my balls will erupt into your pussy and the joy that you feel awaiting that liquid gift. 

I began to think of the rhythmic grinding of my penis deep inside your cunt, as I stroke the silken walls of your channel, poking and probing all your sensitive erotic trigger spots until you are grasping the sheets in a frenzy of intense sexual arousal.  Your inflamed desire is coating my probing cock with the lubrication of your lust.  As I rise up and plunge into the creamy hot depths of you I think of you rolling and returning my thrusts under me; your pelvis strains upward as you press against my groin to accept more of me deep inside you.  The sensation that is glowing in your pussy is driving you wild. .  Soon your arousal will approach the razor thin edge between erotic desperation and the body twisting relief of climax.

I have been lost in the deep pit of my thoughts.  All of a sudden I am aware of reality and your stirring body.  This is not an erotic  daydream any more.  The reality of your sexy warmth next to me drives me to kiss your temple.  The desire that I feel for you that my imagination has been crafting over the last hours of Aless MMO and my own reverie is seeking its own expression.    You press your head against me and begin to stroke my chest and trace a line down to my groin.  Your hand stumbles into my rock hard penis which betrays my own lust as it drools my wet arousal.  You giggle and waste no time coating my hardened cock with my own slippery juice with your delicate finger tips.  Your touch makes my erection lurch with delight.

You shuck down on my chest and adroitly latch your mouth onto my nipple and begin to suckle from me.  The jolt of desire shoots across my body like an electric shock.  I groan and push your mouth against my nipple and in a throaty grunt urge you to bite it.  As you oblige by nipping the turgid rubbery button with your teeth my cock feels like it has been set on fire.  My prostate begins to pulse again.  You have rekindled the fire that was my MMO of an or so ago.

You dip your fingers in the stream of precum that is rolling down my cock.  Coating your fingers with the slick heat from my arousal you transfer it to your pussy.  Dipping your fingers in the opening of your cunt, the sweet clear liquid that was moments earlier deep inside of me is now combined with your slippery syrup.  With our combined lubrication on your finger tips your hand descends into the valley between my ass cheeks.  I know where you are going.  I part my legs to give you access.  Like a salmon finding its spawning site upstream your finger finds its destination, my anus.  Wiggling into me your fingertip seeks the warmth of my anal canal.  Your are looking for more though.  After inching deeper into me you find it, my swollen hard gland.  With great satisfaction you begin to stroke it as you suckle my nipple.

Synchronized stimulation of my nipple and prostate reawakens the MMO that faded moments earlier.  Like an awakened lion it roars its power and sends a tsunami of pleasure up my spine.  When it hits my brain an explosion of orgasmic delirium spreads across my body and forces my prostate and anus to flex and pulse in ecstasy.

The chains of pumping, pounding white hot orgasms flow into an unknown span of time.  I lose track of reality as I float in erotic nirvana once more.  This orgasm is deeper and more resonant than the one I did alone an hour or so earlier because it is you doing it.  You ask me: are you doing it?  I nod yes.  Your simple answer is: nice.  You continue your exquisite torment.   I can’t tell where I am or how long it has been but I am on fire for you and I know your pussy is literally dripping for me.

I know that the image that I had moments earlier of having my cock get swallowed by your gaping vagina is now about to be played out.  Lying on our sides we scissor our legs and hitch together to bring my penis into alignment with your glistening nether mouth.  As we embrace you insert my erection to the opening of that soft warm grotto of your pleasure.  I feel your luxuriously wet and warm pussy lips kiss the tip of my cock and begin to swallow me.  As we kiss and stroke each other's heads I feel you push against me and I feel my penis enter you.  In moment my cock head is deep inside you and your vaginal opening is stretched around the base of my cock.  I am home.

As we embrace and kiss we dance the Tango of sensual urgency.  My hard cock is deep inside you, wallowing in the seething hot pit of your sex.   You in turn are grasping my invading organ squeezing it, milking it and tugging at it with the strong muscles inside you that only I know about as you try to suck the honey of my desire from me.  We are twisting and writhing in each other's arms as I grind my cock head against the adoring softness deep inside of you.  I strain to push deeply into you; as I plunge into the core of you my senses are overwhelmed by the lush heat of your erotic caress.  

The pressure of my grinding into you was providing divine friction for you as well.  The erotic friction was edging you closer and closer to the desperate relief that your pelvis craves.  As your desperation mounts your agonized feminine cleft oozes its own lubrication, it coats my cock and it is making a large wet spot in the bed underneath us.   We kiss feverishly and cling to each other as our exquisite crescendo is building. 

The climax crashes into you first.  As I drill into you with my manly spike, you stiffen in my arms.   I have made the agonizing ecstasy of orgasm explode deep in your cunt.  You tremble and shudder in my arms and bear down on my cock as the epicenter of your orgasmic earth quake racks your pussy and mercilessly squeezes my trapped cock.  Your orgasm turns into euphoria and radiates waves of anguished pleasure throughout your body. As you cling to me in the desperation or orgasm I hold you to me as your vagina holds onto my penis.  My cock deep inside you is your tether to reality as euphoria robs you of any sense of who or where you are. .  I sooth your anguished lips with kisses while I prod your soft cunt to quake in ecstasy with my insistent hardness.

As you were shuddering in the grip of your climax, I hear the silent music of my own release rising towards a crescendo. I know that soon the gates of my ejaculation will open up.  As I feel my desperation elevating I hug you hard and press my agonized cock into you.  You are shuddering in the last throws of your rapture, your groans and grunts are quieting to quiet mewls.   As the spasms that have jerked your body quiet, it is my turn.  I cannot contain the pleasure anymore.  For me however I will give you a valentine's day gift, it is not a card board housed confection it is my steaming hot male sexual essence.

Then in a crash, the thunder of agonizing ecstasy rolls through my body and grips my cock and prostate in its iron grip.   I stiffen, arch my back and push my  penis which is desperate for the warm wet sensation that it feels deep in your pussy.   The warm clinging wetness of you gives me permission to leave my gift for you   The spasms deep inside of me begin to milk me.  Then I lose control as the spasms pulse my cream deep into your hot pink well of pleasure. After several agonizingly sweet paroxysms I am empty and my ejaculation quiets.

The orange light of morning is blazing through the venetian blinds now.  We both are laying a post orgasmic stupor.  Your delicious flower has been rubbed raw red from the frenzy of our coupling.  Your pussy mouth is brimming over with my pollen, the heat of your cunt has thinned my nectar to a stream that is running down your inner thigh.  My flaccid penis, slimy with the cocktail of our love is draped on my own thigh, you have coaxed it to regurgitate its passion and now it is virtually useless.

I am satisfied; you have drained my lust, sucked from the formerly steel hard spike of my manhood.  Where I previously was filled with unmitigated erotic desire for you, it has now been replaced with deep adoration.  I have claimed you by giving you the liquid testimonial of my adoration.  It sits in a pool deep inside of you.  In a seemingly boastful show of the love you have for me you proudly let that testimonial leak from your swollen pussy for me to see. 

As I struggle to regain my sense of reality I think that what we just experienced . . .  the blissful wonder of a valentine's day gift,  the fevered exchange of our sexual essences  and the divine love that I now feel.