Hey, baby boy, it's yet another night and another time when you have fallen asleep on me. You won't know which time you fell asleep, heh... but I want to make you picture a night together.
For me, a perfect night together would start like this:
Darkness and no light, just a room filled with just us. I would love to get up to the kitchen and cook for you.
I KNOW THIS ISN'T AS POETIC... but it's supposed to be a night.
So yes, indeed, a quick kitchen trip. I would slowly tippy-toe and make something you love to eat. Perhaps some sushi to ease your heart? I'd learn the recipe of creating atoms if you craved it... but sushi, huh?
Picture this for mommy, my good puppy boy:
Me, your wife, in the kitchen, the room warmly lit, an apron on me. Slicing and dicing, preparing and wanting, loving and gazing at you while you gaze back... almost as if you yourself want to eat me. RAWRRR—as you say? Heh.
I'll be done with that sushi for you and hand it on the greatest plate I could: my hands. I would want to feed you slowly and surely, making sure you savor every last bit.
After your belly is nice and full from all the sushi, I also get my snack in my diet too, right? Perhaps 50 kisses would do? Heh. Of course, that's just a slider. You know your wife is fully hungry...
So, dinner is done, right? You enjoyed it, right? What's next, right?
It would be for me to praise you a bit. I want to praise you, calling you my good boy, my puppy, my husband, Mr. Dino, my kitty, my muffin, my darling, my honey, my sweetie, my boy, my man... mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah...
After lots of kissy-kissy, kiss, kiss, kiss, we need to cleany-cleany, clean, clean, clean. So perhaps a shower would be greaty-greaty, great, great, great, heh.
I'll push you in the shower, with our hot bodies feeling the warmth and the steam, our noses feeling open, our bodies being wet, and our eyes meeting and greeting each other... feeling sensual, feeling the need to do it. But no, baby, even though I would love to eat on you in the bath, you know I need to make it right, right? So think of this feast as a small snack. Just watch and touch for now. Admire your wife, as I'll admire my cute baby boy feeling nice and clean and how I'll consume every little tiny bit of that body this night.
They continue to clean each other, being on the edge of the line, almost not being able to hold the need to do "it," but they both know a petaled night like this must be perfect.
So, baby, nice and clean, right? What do you think is next on the agenda with the night being so young... perhaps wanting to devour me? Or perhaps me wanting to devour you?
Remember how you said, "Perhaps..."?
Perhaps we get nice and dirty. Well, it wouldn't be dirty 'cause, after all, it's just love being manifested even more.
Touch me, caress me, fuck me, bend me over and over and over and over. Pour your seed in every corner of my body. Pour the cum all over me, make me sticky and slutty and sexy-sexed crazy over you. We can do it vanilla or we can go hardcore. I'll let you fuck me, and who knows, maybe your cute ass will be fucked too. I need to experience you too, after all, you are only mine.
So, now you know what I want to do, right? How about I actually go through step by step so that maybe while you read this chapter, you can possibly stroke that cute penis for mommy, huh?
It would go like this:
After the shower, we would head into bed, our bedroom filled with flowers, aromas, and candles. I'll make sure I wear the sluttiest and sexiest lingerie I could find. I want to have silk on me, same for the bed too. It needs to be silky so when we fuck we feel smooth. I would take out your cock and I would start sucking it. I need to play with it, I need to eat it and put it into my mouth. I need to lick it and tease the tip. I need to make you feel a bit irritated so that when you precum, it just leaks into my mouth a bit. Of course, though, I'm swallowing it. What I am not going to swallow, though, is the cum from your juicy, cute penis.
That juicy, cute penis belongs to me. It is mine. And it needs to be sucked off and abused every step of the way. It needs to be used so much I can dry you up and all of the sperm being in my body. But, of course, I would not leave it all in my intestines. I need to have some of your sticky, hot, sexy cum after I abused your amazing, cute cock in my mouth, because guess what? I am going to kiss you with your own cum, heheheh. I know you love it, kinky boy, and so do I. While we kiss, I need you to spank my ass and jerk off my small penis. You need to.
Spank me hard, play with my nipples, feel your own cum in your mouth from my mouth. Let's just drown ourselves in love, okay? Let's just fuck and fuck and fuck all night long.
Now I could continue with the sexiness, but I must tell you this: of course, our love isn't just based on sex, but from time to time, letting go and enjoying each other does help. It allows our way of being to fully be. We can fully exist.
Okay, to give you a bit more sexiness, do know I expect to be dominated too, and I also will do so too. You get the whole gist, don't you? All of that: leashes and collars, no condoms and raw, or maybe vanilla if we had a rough day. It isn't about fetishes or kinks. It's about knowing we can try to love in all ways and be able to experience sex with each other at levels most people won't. It's about not limiting our love when others do.
So, sex is done, right? What would be next? Some aftercare, of course. After all that lovemaking, I need to rest a bit, so I will lay my head on top of your cute belly. I want to be able to use it as a pillow. I want to just flirt and whisper sweet things while I rub you and tease you.
I want to say the following speech to you:
To me, you are more than everything I could ever imagine. Every bit of my existence was created so that it could make you feel happy. I exist to make you feel happy, and you exist to take my happiness, feel it, and bounce it back. We aren't just soulmates; we are one soul, a split soul. A soul that has been forced to be separated and now finally reunited. I don't care about anything but your soul. I care so much about you, I started to care about myself just so that I could make you happy, because I love when you are happy; it makes me happy. You are my husband not just forever, but until existence of any kind ceases to exist.
Should we take a shower again, baby?