VS of Dilemmas of a Virgin Slut has found a pretty interesting-looking “marital aid” for men. The photo makes it look more complicated than necessary — it’s basically a flat nubbly disk you wrap around your cock, with lots of lube, and masturbate with.
But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. VS’s final sentence is
I can almost imagine how good it would feel …. but damn it, I want a cock!!!!
If you read her comments you’ll notice she’s not the only one. Those comments drive me crazy. I know exactly how it feels.
And I keep thinking “me, me, I’ve got one” but I know it’s just not the same thing.
Lately I’ve been wondering what ever happened to plain old start-with-first-base kissing, the passionate kind where you’ve gone no further and so you try to pour your whole hearts into each other through lips and tongues and try to wordlessly say everything that, once you’re ready to reach into each other’s clothes, undress, screw, you can say so much more easily but also with so much less… I don’t know… longing intensity or something. (I know you know what I mean though.)
But now I want to go further back and ask what ever happened to playing doctor?
You know, “Doctor.” Where you go together, maybe hand in hand, maybe not, to somewhere safe and comfortable where you know you won’t be interrupted. Depending on who’s turn it is you unbotton my pants or I lift your skirt but either way our pants wind up maybe off or maybe just around one ankle. Then I lay you back or you lay me, and you pull my shirt just up over my belly and then you stare and touch as if you’d never seen anything like it before, and whether it’s your turn or mine we can both ask and answer questions without preconceptions. And then its your turn and you lie back and feel your shirt pushed up, maybe as far as your breasts but maybe not, and then you feel my hands on your legs, parting them and you help, wanting me to see and touch and feel, and (lifting yourself up on your elbows) wanting to watch as much as I do.
And maybe over the course of a couple of days we take turns over and over but each of us just learns and don’t even worry if we’ll ever go further.
I can’t have a pussy. You can’t have a cock. I wish you could show me yours. I wish I could show you mine. I’m so sorry we can’t play.
