Good God I hope I’m not developing a problem here….

Last night it was my turn. First of all let me explain; Valentine’s Day night was Susan’s night. It was all about her pleasure. I didn’t actually plan it that way, it just sort of turned out like that. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I bought some of that KY warming liquid stuff and, on V-Day, I slavered her up and gave her a top quality massage. She’d have paid at least $65 for a thirty minute session had she gone to one of those spa places. Only they wouldn’t have given her that special “happy ending” that Spa Chuckie provided. A little warming liquid on the love nub must really do the trick.

So last night she announced it would be my night to shine. She told me to lay down on our bed, then went into the bathroom to get the warming stuff. I stripped down and centered myself upon the lovely orange blanket, made by Julie for my birthday with her two gnarled hands (her words, not mine). You can see a pic of me naked with the blanket here, just scroll down the post a little and you’ll find the picture.

She rubbed that stuff into my back, ass and thighs. It felt great! After a while she told me to flip over and she used the oil to create an incredible warming sensation on lil’Chuckie and the boys. Oh yeah, I was in heaven! I let her continue with this for a few minutes until I was totally ready to go. I reached up, grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed. I got up between her legs and, ten minutes later, I had her writhing in orgasmic pleasure. She got off but I still had a way to go. A few minutes later I was beginning to wonder if I just might be developing a problem. I couldn’t get close. I was having trouble getting to that point of no return.

I tried all my tricks. I put her legs over my shoulders and pounded, I had her get up on all fours and went for the doggy treatment, I did it all….but there was no luck. Mt. Chucksuvius never erupted. After twenty-five minutes or so I was ready to give up. I was coated in sweat and she was starting to examine how bad she needed a manicure. This just wasn’t going to be my night. She, on the other hand, had multiples. I guess that’s a good thing. When you put into perspective all the quickies we’ve had where I’m the one to get the nut and she doesn’t, I suppose it’s not that big of a deal. Still, I felt like my membership in the man club was being reconsidered. I suppose it’s a good thing we weren’t trying to conceive.

So, what do y’all think? Reckon I’ve got a problem or something? I guess I’ll give it another try tonight….I hope!

Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend! T.G.I.F. beyotches!