Southerly winds

Continuing the comfort theme from Saturday night we've had a great tea tonight - real comfort food; a family size steak & mushroom pie with mash followed by jam roly-poly with custard. Simple, wholesome, comforting food which we both agreed kind of reminded us of childhood - it's amazing how such an innocuous thing as a particular food evokes memories from the past. If nothing else it curbed any hunger pangs, I mean a family sized pie between two of us, I'll let you do the maths; suffice to say we needed a workout to help burn off all those calories! But beforehand we did something awesomely erotic, we shaved each other............

I guess you understand we're not talking about our faces and necks here, no - we're talking about the Southerly regions! It's not the first time my boyfriend or I have shaved, we both like to keep neat and tidy, but it's the first time we've entrusted another guy to boldly go down there with implements that could do serious harm. My boyfriend is my first - he's taken my shaving virginity and vice-versa; oh bless, at least there's something we were still virgins at! And with good reason, it takes a serious amount of trust to allow another guy to trim away but it's worth it. With a steady hand it's unbelievable fun and entertaining to trim and shave your boyfriends nether regions; man handling and manipulating his bits to ensure he was slick and smooth. He looked impressive afterwards, seriously impressive perhaps because I was guilty of over handling the goods but I couldn't help myself. So I did what every horny boyfriend would do when faced with such a dilemma - I gave him head until he calmed down; it was nice, wet, sticky and I think he enjoyed it judging by the result. It's a shame I'm not a body builder or something like that because I could have killed two birds with one stone - pleasure my boyfriend and receive a protein shake at the same time! Side-tracking from the story - isn't giving head fantastic; it's not a question, it's a statement of fact. I absolutely love giving it, in fact if given only one choice I would always choose giving it over receiving it. It's my favourite pastime, I could do it all day, everyday for the rest of my life and never get bored; I even clear up any mess made.........

With his nerves calmed my boyfriend set about me and boy did he go to town. From mid thigh to below the chest I'm seriously smooth, both front and back - I've never done such a large area myself, but it's awesome. My boyfriend did a stellar job it looks fabulous and the feel of his hands sliding upon my smooth skin, particularly from the stomach downwards, oh my gosh. I was unbelievably horny both from giving head and my boyfriends delicate touch; luckily the task of shaving me appeared to speed up his recovery time.

My boyfriend began to return the favour in giving head but he wouldn't let me cum; choosing instead to stop and engage in long, passionate kisses with me before starting another bout. Despite what I've said above in respect of preferring to give instead of receive it was blissful, teasing me close to the point of no return before cutting off and snogging me. I was gagging for it and pleaded in no uncertain terms for him to shag me; and he did. I'm surprised I lasted so long with being so worked up, I wasn't surprised by my boyfriends; with a second wind firmly blowing in his sails he proceeded to manipulate my body into just about every conceivable position. I lost every strain of sense normally at my disposal; all the feelings and all the thoughts were concentrated solely in our sexual activity - so much so that I caught myself lost whilst my boyfriend was doing me "doggie style". With my head crammed up against the headboard for a split second I re-entered reality and it seriously hit me that I'd momentarily returned from somewhere else; I realised I was lost, not of this planet, in some kind of suspended animation of utter pleasure. I kid you not, that is 100% truth - it shocked me for a second when I realised myself before I faded away again...........

Before I was eventually jolted back into life - all the effort, all the build up and all the tension was not in vain; as I've mentioned too many times before (but it's always worth mentioning because as all the gay bottom boys will appreciate the fact) I've never in my life cum so often solely through penetration than with my boyfriend. The first time it ever happened it was amazing, the second time it ever happened I thought I was lucky and now for the whatever it is time I know I'm seriously lucky to have a boyfriend that can do it to me time and time again.

We lay in each others arms, gently kissing and staring into each others eyes; gosh I'm so in love with his eyes - more so than I ever thought possible and they're more important than I ever cared to realise in the past. Apologies for the explicit nature of this post dear readers but it's just been a great night and an incredibly horny, sex fuelled night - I just had to share it. What do you think of my pants by the way? A pair of Aussiebum short cut satin boxers - they may look great but they feel even better; we both adore silky smooth tactile fabrics and the feeling of them against the skin. My boyfriend bought them as a gift for me a couple of weeks back, if you've not guessed we're satin freaks - just keep it to yourselves; call it our little secret, okay?