bityme
Mar 14, 2011, 9:34 PM
Each of us have instances when we have experienced true intimacy with a lover. I am referring to those occasions when we have become the object of our lover's attentions and the recipient of a selfless gift of pleasure from a lover.
I am one of those bisexual males who thoroughly enjoys encounters with other men but has never had a romantic attachment with a male. While I have enjoyed being the giver of a selfless gift of pleasure to both men and women, my romances and experiences as the recipient of what I refer to as a selfless gift of pleasure have always been with females. I have never been the recipient from a male. It could be that most individuals need a romantic or emotional attachment to be present before they are willing to give such a gift.
As a widower (pronounced "SINGLE"), not having (nor wanting) another long term relationship with a significant other, I am realize that my choices do involve some sacrifices. One of those sacrifices is giving up the expectation of a selfless gift of pleasure. But then we all know that nothing lasts forever.
Recently I had the pleasure of going out to dinner with a lady who decided that I should be rewarded for some of the attention I have shown her on a number of occasions. She declined dessert, stating that she had a special one at her home that she was sure I would enjoy much more. Many of the ladies in a group we both belong to are aware of my penchant for feasting on their lovely charms and this particular lady has always enjoyed it, so you might imagine the visions I had from her simple announcement. Well, it turned out that last night any talent I had for divining future events was not present.
Upon our return to her abode, she asked me to open a bottle of wine and pour us each a glass while she fixed dessert. She went to her kitchen and retuned with a small plate containing one rather small brownie which she placed in front of me and said one word: "Enjoy!" It certainly was not the dessert I had envisioned. We had an enjoyable conversation as we sipped the wine and I ate my dessert. After about 45 minutes I began to experience feelings that I never got while eating GrandMa's brownies. I commented on the fact that the brownie was not the dessert that came to mind at the restaurant. She responded that the brownie was not, in fact, the special dessert. A bit later, I began to feel that our conversation seemed a little disjointed. About that time she asked that we adjourn to her bedroom. A request I was happy to comply with.
She asked me to disrobe and lie on the bed then went back to her kitchen, returning with a package of those neat little cloths they use for administering hospital bed baths. She had heated them in her microwave and commenced to give me a marvelous full body bath unlike any I had ever received in a hospital. This was followed by a massage which, coupled with the effects of the brownie, was unbelievable. I experienced light, feathery touches roving the entire surface of my body. My mind's eye saw me floating around the room as waves of erotic pleasure bombarded my senses. Each gentle finger seemed to deliver electric delight.
Each time I felt as though I was regaining control of my body and I attempted to reach for her, she gently pushed me back to the bed, telling me to just relax and enjoy it.
At times, various portions of my body seemed to take on a life of their own, alternately recognizing the electric tingle emanating from her fingertips, soaring on the wings of pleasure it produced, and them screaming for more as the marvelous digits sought new areas to pleasure. As her fingertips moved, barely touching, yet delivering bursts of erotic delight, I felt like a part of Disney's Electric Parade. My mind’s eye saw little bursts of light traveling across the surface of my being as my body writhed, its disembodied owner unable to control it and relegated to the status of observer, yet enveloped in the ecstasy of the moment.
After what seem like an eternity, but turned out to be only an hour and a half, she said "Now my desert!" With that announcement she began to do for me what I had envisioned in the restaurant I would be doing for her. The little shocks delivered by each fingertip became more concentrated, more intensified, and to it was added her soft lips and silken tongue on what seemed to have become the center of my being. Taking me deep within her mouth, her swirling tongue brought visions of crashing waves of pleasure as my mind's eye saw me rushing toward the newly added delight and them retreating from the intensity of the waves. During that last half hour, the outside world seemed to fade away and my entire being became more and more centered on her concentrated efforts. The waves of ecstasy grew. As each crashed upon me I not felt them but heard the crescendo pounding in my ears. I felt as though molten volcanic lava was rising from deep within me; a building pressure seeking release from its confinement deep within the core of my being. The eruption that followed was surreal. It was like hearing the sounds of cannon and I saw fireworks within the stars. My mind's eye saw my body stiffen, trying to increase the eruption and finally falling back to earth, unable to move, yet writhing is the waves of pleasure and the still bursting electric parade across my body. Then slowly drifting back to reality and being reunited with my body, returning control of its function to me.
It was the highlight of the evening, but not the end of it. Later, after the glow subsided, I did enjoy the dessert I had originally envisioned, but it paled in comparison to the gift I had been given.
At 62 years of age, I finally understood why my Mother, as the Den Mother of my Cub Scout Pack, told me never to eat the brownies.
Pappy
I am one of those bisexual males who thoroughly enjoys encounters with other men but has never had a romantic attachment with a male. While I have enjoyed being the giver of a selfless gift of pleasure to both men and women, my romances and experiences as the recipient of what I refer to as a selfless gift of pleasure have always been with females. I have never been the recipient from a male. It could be that most individuals need a romantic or emotional attachment to be present before they are willing to give such a gift.
As a widower (pronounced "SINGLE"), not having (nor wanting) another long term relationship with a significant other, I am realize that my choices do involve some sacrifices. One of those sacrifices is giving up the expectation of a selfless gift of pleasure. But then we all know that nothing lasts forever.
Recently I had the pleasure of going out to dinner with a lady who decided that I should be rewarded for some of the attention I have shown her on a number of occasions. She declined dessert, stating that she had a special one at her home that she was sure I would enjoy much more. Many of the ladies in a group we both belong to are aware of my penchant for feasting on their lovely charms and this particular lady has always enjoyed it, so you might imagine the visions I had from her simple announcement. Well, it turned out that last night any talent I had for divining future events was not present.
Upon our return to her abode, she asked me to open a bottle of wine and pour us each a glass while she fixed dessert. She went to her kitchen and retuned with a small plate containing one rather small brownie which she placed in front of me and said one word: "Enjoy!" It certainly was not the dessert I had envisioned. We had an enjoyable conversation as we sipped the wine and I ate my dessert. After about 45 minutes I began to experience feelings that I never got while eating GrandMa's brownies. I commented on the fact that the brownie was not the dessert that came to mind at the restaurant. She responded that the brownie was not, in fact, the special dessert. A bit later, I began to feel that our conversation seemed a little disjointed. About that time she asked that we adjourn to her bedroom. A request I was happy to comply with.
She asked me to disrobe and lie on the bed then went back to her kitchen, returning with a package of those neat little cloths they use for administering hospital bed baths. She had heated them in her microwave and commenced to give me a marvelous full body bath unlike any I had ever received in a hospital. This was followed by a massage which, coupled with the effects of the brownie, was unbelievable. I experienced light, feathery touches roving the entire surface of my body. My mind's eye saw me floating around the room as waves of erotic pleasure bombarded my senses. Each gentle finger seemed to deliver electric delight.
Each time I felt as though I was regaining control of my body and I attempted to reach for her, she gently pushed me back to the bed, telling me to just relax and enjoy it.
At times, various portions of my body seemed to take on a life of their own, alternately recognizing the electric tingle emanating from her fingertips, soaring on the wings of pleasure it produced, and them screaming for more as the marvelous digits sought new areas to pleasure. As her fingertips moved, barely touching, yet delivering bursts of erotic delight, I felt like a part of Disney's Electric Parade. My mind’s eye saw little bursts of light traveling across the surface of my being as my body writhed, its disembodied owner unable to control it and relegated to the status of observer, yet enveloped in the ecstasy of the moment.
After what seem like an eternity, but turned out to be only an hour and a half, she said "Now my desert!" With that announcement she began to do for me what I had envisioned in the restaurant I would be doing for her. The little shocks delivered by each fingertip became more concentrated, more intensified, and to it was added her soft lips and silken tongue on what seemed to have become the center of my being. Taking me deep within her mouth, her swirling tongue brought visions of crashing waves of pleasure as my mind's eye saw me rushing toward the newly added delight and them retreating from the intensity of the waves. During that last half hour, the outside world seemed to fade away and my entire being became more and more centered on her concentrated efforts. The waves of ecstasy grew. As each crashed upon me I not felt them but heard the crescendo pounding in my ears. I felt as though molten volcanic lava was rising from deep within me; a building pressure seeking release from its confinement deep within the core of my being. The eruption that followed was surreal. It was like hearing the sounds of cannon and I saw fireworks within the stars. My mind's eye saw my body stiffen, trying to increase the eruption and finally falling back to earth, unable to move, yet writhing is the waves of pleasure and the still bursting electric parade across my body. Then slowly drifting back to reality and being reunited with my body, returning control of its function to me.
It was the highlight of the evening, but not the end of it. Later, after the glow subsided, I did enjoy the dessert I had originally envisioned, but it paled in comparison to the gift I had been given.
At 62 years of age, I finally understood why my Mother, as the Den Mother of my Cub Scout Pack, told me never to eat the brownies.
Pappy