Monday, January 26, 2009
J always has the right tool
One morning last week, the girls somehow locked the door to their bathroom, left the light on inside, and closed the door. We have those weird locks where you push the button in next to the knob? I couldn't get it open and no screwdriver would fit into the tiny hole to unlock it.
In a pinch, my friend J always comes to my rescue.
For some reason, he always has the exact tool that I need to fix anything.
He was at the house within 15 minutes after I'd woken him from a deep sleep, and got the door open within 2 minutes of arriving at my door.
When I asked him how I could repay him (I owed him big for waking him up), he replied with a smile:
"I'd like you to write a blog post about my cock."
Maybe it was said in jest, but J, if you're reading, thank you sweetie! This one's for you!
Before I go there, let me just say that this isn't the first time I've noticed a man's fascination and pride at their (ahem) tool.
When I was married, we frequently spent time with two other couples. The girls and I would talk about life, kids, work, movies, spirituality, sex, music... you know the stuff you read about here on The Quest for T.
Our men, however, would be hanging out talking about who-knows-what but the topic would always come back to "the penis". It became a running joke and I finally dubbed it "Cock Talk".
**Switching to my Radio DJ voice**
Hey there ladies and gents, thank you for listening to Cock Talk where it's all cocks, all the time. If you're not calling to talk about cocks, don't call.
**back to normal voice**
Personally, I don't blame the guys for being proud of it. I know if I had one, I'd be telling everyone about it too. But that's a whole other post now, isn't it?
In the nearly 24 years that I've known J, we were only lovers for a very short time. It is unfortunate, really, but we've both agreed that we make much better friends than boyfriend/girlfriend. We all have our reasons, right?
He is one of the best guys I know, never fails to make me laugh, knows everything about me, and is fully recognized as a part of my family. And when we had sex, I was so very impressed.
J is definitely the most well-hung man I have ever been with.
His cock is sheer perfection. The right girth, curve, length... to reach the g-spot with no effort whatsoever. He could very easily just lie there, let me climb on top, and I would orgasm in no time flat. Of course, he's not a "just lie there" kind of man.
He's very sensual and attentive too. He loves touch. One of his favorite things for me to do, we called "Love Face". I would "make love" to his face by kissing, licking, little biting nibbles, and slow caresses with my mouth, hands and face in a teasing sort of way. It would leave us both breathless and very turned on.
The man definitely has stamina! Wow. He could go for hours only pleasuring me. My favorite times were when he would lie on top of me, inside me, and just... not... move... I enjoyed the feeling of fullness and pleasure.
Then finally, his favorite place to release was on my back. (Men, you know we love that, don't you?)
Oh my... I may have to see if J wants to revisit the good old days and refresh my memory on his cock perfection.
He somehow always has the right tool that I need to fix anything.