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by slenderfish » Tue Sep 28, 2021 9:54 am
Daughter's wedding went like a charm, couldn't have asked for it to be better. SW had fun, I have some images I will share when I have a minute. She was perfectly appropriate, had a lot of fun and pulled a lot of attention, but nobody will say she upstaged the bride.
Niece has mostly moved out. SW told me she has Niece's schedule, that Niece won't be around until Thursday when she will join us for dinner and SW will take her to the airport for a little weekend trip to see her boyfriend. My point here is that SW now has sole occupancy of the house when I'm out of town. I'll be continuing these trips to Dallas on and off (more on than off) for the next few months.
And we are back to our usual cycle, whatever that means. We've been off pattern since late August, when we traveled for almost three weeks deep into September, then preparation for the wedding and also the associated family in town and with us. To SW, her workouts define her normal weekly cycle. And she has apparently really missed Mr. G. Here's yesterday's dialogue:
Me: Well, now that everyone is gone we can get back to our cycles. As I noted, I'll be departing for Texas early in the morning (Tuesday) and I'll be home for a late dinner on Wednesday. I suppose you'll be happy to get back to your schedule with Mr. G on Wednesday.
Her: Yes, happy for Wednesday but just so you know, I'm going to see Mr. G tomorrow (today, Tuesday).
Me: Oh, you can't wait for your Mr. G fix, then?
Her: Correct!
I went to bed a bit early, hoping to get ahead of the early morning alarm. She climbed into bed, shook me awake, and asked for "a quickie" to which I agreed without hesitation. I asked her to get naked while I brushed my teeth and then we laid there in anticipation. She made a remark about her body not being in proper shape to which I replied that she's silly, her body is fabulous. But she has her personal standards, I understand that.
We went past this as a bit of humor and kind of started to get into it. She (as is her preference) asked for missionary position. I said that I understand, that she prefers to be penetrated and enveloped by the man, into her "tight little beautiful pink shaved pussy" and she responded.
She then said that she's not happy with her face, that she wishes it was _____ (insert whatever here) and perhaps she needs ____ (insert dermatological or plastic surgery procedure here) and of course I said she is perfect and that I'm sorry her self image is in this place right now.
But for the first time ever, I sensed that she wanted me to play with this a bit. I do realize that people are complex and curious, and that sometimes an extreme opposite theme is desired from time to time by people. So I tested it a bit.
I said "I can certainly take care of you and fuck without considering your face" to which she kind of positively responded.
Step carefully here, SF.
I then said "If you really want, of course we can just put a bag over your head and I can just fuck this smokin' body that was clearly made for fucking."
She said that would be nice.
I said "Well, if your face is covered and you are anonymous, then you won't know if another man is here until his cock is inside of you. You might suddenly feel a different, thicker, longer, or bigger head, and realize it's someone else."
She said "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I said "Yes, of course. And you'd like that, too wouldn't you? A line of men, each waiting impatiently for his turn to use your hot body for his pleasure, imagining what kind of face is attached to it, envisioning their fantasy girl, and you are providing the body for it all. You work out so often and keep it hard and tight just for this kind of thing."
She chuckled and said something about my vivid imagination but she also responded physically and really got into the fucking at that point.
I started dragging it out a bit, then remembered this was supposed to be "a quickie" for both our sake, so moved along to the finish.
She held me tight and I drifted into a blissful sleep.