I’m sure it will come as no surprise to anyone when I say I am very attached to my penis. We have had a long and generally very happy relationship and, over the last thirty or so years, we have shared any number of “adventures” together, some of which have been caught on photograph. Most recently, penis had a starring role in this week’s #SinfulSunday post.
It’s a fine line to walk. As a man who takes and posts photographs of himself sans clothing, my penis is going to get fairly frequent “cameo” appearances in my photos; although a lot of the fun I derive from participating in memes like #SinfulSunday and #FebPhotoFest is trying to find clever and entertaining ways to obscure my “significant fraction” from view. Making my photos all about my penis would, in my opinion, be a wee bit of an easy option.
Having said that, sometimes my images are all about my penis; it has the starring role and is very much up front and centre. My very first blog post, if you exclude my stories was, shock horror, a dick pic.
Now, I have previously expressed an intellectual curiosity as to what it would be like to experience sex as a woman, I very much enjoy sex as a man.
I love it when a woman pays attention to my cock; stroking it with her fingers; teasing and making it hard. I love that it feels so different from when I take myself in hand; the way the pace and pressure changes without any control from me; the way her hand feels different from mine in terms of size and texture and firmness of grip.
I love the sensations of being inside her mouth; that wonderful intimacy as she slides her lips down my shaft, taking me in deeper until the head of my cock lodges in the back of her throat. I enjoy the swirling of her tongue and the drag of her lips on me; the warm wetness of her saliva as it coats me.
Ultimately, I love the sensation of my cock being in her cunt; feeling her stretch around me as I slide slowly in. I love how her cunt grips me as I fuck her; the way it contracts rhythmically around me as I plunge deep inside, filling her as I approach the brink.
And then, finally there is the exquisite release of orgasm. That energy sapping mix of anguish and pleasure.
Yes, my penis and I have shared may happy times, and I hope there are many more to come.