Token

“I kinda like watching you squirm. When you’re like this.”

Belle said that to me last night as we were laying in bed and I was looking up at her, imploring her to allow me to share in her orgasm. It was a no-go, but she let me dangle just long enough for me to get really squirrelly.

“Whimper,” I replied.

A little while later, after I had internalized the hormones from earlier, I thought about how I’d like to work myself over with the Njoy pur (and whatever else struck my fancy). But, as I’ve mentioned before, Belle doesn’t let me do anything sexual with my body without her permission. No ass play, no self-administered nipple torture, no solo activities of any kind (other than the consumption of porn). I have to ask first.

“So, how’s this work?” I asked. “If I want to play around by myself. Do you give me permission in advance…?” I trailed off.

“Sure. You don’t have to run off and do it as soon as I say yes. You can do it whenever you want.”

Which is a relief. The only thing more embarrassing that having to ask your wife if you can masturbate (even with a locked cock) is having to then scamper off and lock yourself in the bathroom…where she knows what you’re doing.

“So will I have blanket permission for a certain period…or what?” It seemed to me that it made sense to let me have permission to take advantage of whatever private moment I could find, but how would she know when I was done? Seemed like I could find a way to abuse that arrangement.

“We need a token,” I said. “Something physical that I have to get from you that allows me to play with myself that I can give back when I’m done or that you can take back when you want to.”

“Like the little reward tokens at daycare?” she joked.

“Pretty much exactly like that, yes.” I said. “Can I have the token now?”

“What token? We don’t have one.”

“I don’t know. Can’t we have a virtual token or something for the time being?”

“OK, sure. You can have it. We need to pick something.”

“Agreed. Thank you, Belle Fille.”

Then she more or less fell asleep. I almost drifted off, but, as usual, my buzzing sexual background radiation woke me back up. I was laying there, spooning into her, wide awake. And still in my pajamas. She had forgotten to give me permission to take them off. Damn.

I rolled over and read porn. Lots and lots. Kristen again, but also Nifty. Nifty is mostly gay stuff and I’m finding recently that my pendulum is swinging back in that direction. As I peruse the Tumblr porn tsunami, I tend to linger on the gratuitous cock shots. I don’t have any particular urge to do anything with them when I see them, but not having a hard cock of my own to appreciate, I’m draw to these others instead. Fat ones, fatter ones, soft(ish) ones, hard ones, smooth ones, hairy ones, flying onesbig ones, really big ones – all kinds. I’m a little obsessed. I stare at them, slack-jawed. Sometimes, when I get like this and I’m all locked up and can’t see a real live hard cock for myself, I feel kinda like a third sex. I don’t have what they have. Instead, I have this hard shiny thing that gets really uncomfortably tight from time to time.

Anyway, I’d read some porn, then roll over to try to sleep. But my brain would keep working and I’d be drawn back to the iPad to read just one more story. Well, that one wasn’t all that good. Maybe just one more. Fuck the device is tight. This is killing my nuts. OK, time to sleep. *sigh* I’m not tired. Damn, iPad’s back on again. And so on. I eventually did drift off about 2:30 or so only to be woken by a late-summer thunderstorm. Belle woke up, too, so I spooned back into her again, just as I had done hours earlier.

“You can take off your clothes, Thumper,” she said  sleepily as she rolled over.

“Thank you, Belle Fille.”

And then I slept.

12 thoughts on “Token

  1. You like cocks and I do too, but I tend to like the pictures where they are attached to the guy a little bit better. A cock is a part of a man and not just a disembodied thing (although it seems you actually think of it that way).

    Even so, those were some nice cock shots. I like the flying one—so cute, some guy heading off to the head in the plane to take a picture with is iPhone. What people will do! Someday I hope to join the mile-high club. 😉

    On the really big cock page (Hermker) the guy had Beiron Andersson as a gravatar. Now there is a man who drives me insane. Sigh…too bad I can’t post pictures in the comments. Damn! He has some quality space in my photobucket.

    It’s funny that just looking at a few pictures can get us all wound up and turned on. And I don’t need many pictures, myself. I have a good imagination.

    I suspect that writing some of these blog posts do the same thing for you, Thumper. Is that allowed? Has Belle given you a token for that?

    D

    1. I suspect that writing some of these blog posts do the same thing for you, Thumper. Is that allowed? Has Belle given you a token for that?

      What happens in my head belongs to me. 😉

  2. Nifty is good and in good use here too. There are bi stories there, too, so you also get hetero action rolled in to the other activities. But I prefer the gay incest stories. Most of the time. Yum.

    I’ve always enjoyed written porn more, don’t really know why. What kind of things do you like to read? I know you liked Ranat’s porn post (and they are excellent) but what else? (If it’s not too bold to ask, of course.)

    Make the token something cute! That way it will make you smile, when you give it back. 🙂

    1. Ranat’s stuff is unbelievably hot. Many times I find myself reading around an author’s inability to construct a sentence or am teasing out the bits that get me hot and sort of ignoring the things that don’t, but Ranat’s stories are both a bulls-eye with regard to my kink interests *and* very nicely written. My crush on her knows no bounds.

      Funny, but I like the gay incest stories, too. Has a lot to do with my own experiences, I suppose. Other than that, the obvious authority themes are good for me. I’m not sure I’m prepared to reveal *all* my proclivities. Interestingly, I have no issues posting pictures and videos of Belle’s cock for the world to see and telling you all nearly every detail of our sex together, but I’m not sure I’m ready to crack my head wide open and show all the shadowy corners to everyone. You know? Maybe I should…I don’t like having secrets.

      1. I’m not sure I’m prepared to reveal *all* my proclivities. Interestingly, I have no issues posting pictures and videos of Belle’s cock for the world to see and telling you all nearly every detail of our sex together, but I’m not sure I’m ready to crack my head wide open and show all the shadowy corners to everyone. You know? Maybe I should…I don’t like having secrets.

        Funny you should say that. I thought about it, when I was asking. (If it was asking too much.) It wasn’t easy writing about the gay incest stories, either, you know. I hesitated to write it “aloud”. Somehow the porn is much more personal when it’s in writing. And I guess, also, some of the Nifty archives are just so poorly written that I feel kind of ashamed to be turned on by that. 😉 How does it manage to be so much more… dirty than seeing the same things on video? Maybe writing is capturing themes that in videos are always disturbingly fake. (Like the “underage sluts” as a poor example.)

        Funny how that plays, though. Why is it that more personal? What is there to be afraid of? (It’s not like I don’t share these feelings with you. I am wondering, myself.)

        And for me the gay incest stories are as far from my personal experinces than the other sex is from the other. Please, tell me more… 😉 (She said reaching for the vibrator. …Unless your own experiences are tragic in which case I offer my sympathies.)

        I haven’t found exactly what I’m looking for, yet, but many stories do the trick. Just wish I knew what I was really looking for. Dominating and taking advantage of for sure, but other than that. I’m still looking.

  3. There is a difference between privacy and secrets. I don’t need to know what runs through your head as you masturbate. The privacy of the internet is what allows you to have this blog without worrying too much about who reads it.
    If you want to share something that’s great, but I don’t expect this to be more than a thin slice of your life. Nor do I feel cheated by knowing that.

  4. Funny, I’ve noticed as I’m denied, I also like looking a cock shots, and especially videos of them cumming into or on their woman. Guess, it’s because they’re doing what I’m not allowed to do until I get permission

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