I couldn't possibly have finished this post.

Before writing the next installment of CAW, it occured to me that I needed some inspiration.

The kind of inspiration that makes you wanna write for days. So I gathered dear husband into the bedroom and played with my beloved cock, getting a jump start on my creativity if you will. I always write from experience folks, no better way to do it. So, about me saying my beloved cock...

Yes it's mine, and I've put up with 7 years of shit to call it that.

Sure I am fully aware about how I feel about dick, but reliving the moment made me remember how empowering it is to hold a big hard one between my lips.
Nice.
I must say on behalf of 99.5 percent of my women readers that nothing is more powerful than making a man sucumb to her mouth.

This empowering, very dominant-oriented, fascinating feeling allows us to not only enjoy the experience selfishly, but to give all of our sensories to you in that way as well.

to taste you on our lips and tongue.
to smell you, ummm especially after you've showered.
to feel the tickle of your pubic hair against our noses... if you have it.
to hold your hard member in our smallish hands. (well, my hands are small anyway)
to hear you like it.

and then we look up at you with that sweet innocent "I really want to please you" look with your schlong hanging half way in our mouths... circling our tongues around the ridge of your cock head.

k. that's enough of that, seriously. No really, I'm having a difficult time typing with one hand... hunt, peck, hunt, peck. Here's a qoute for you ladies to absorb while I finish myself off here:

Thou regard thy mans penis as night and day, wise women earn their trade that way....
-anonymous

Anybody in a relationship will tell you how they deal with their man's appendage. Some women train it to 'go off' when they want it to, ditching the times they don't think it's appropriate. Others are more submissive and go with the flow and do the whole 'have too' routine.
I know many that restrict playing with theirs at certain times or places. I call them the missionary fallatiasts.

I deal with my husbands cock like the sun and the moon.
That's how I get by.

Ahhh.. so the Moon goes as follows:
If its flacid and conducting other business such as well... anything other than paying attention to me; that's my que to get shit done. It's my chore time, my down time, my curling hair or making homemade play doh time. Tivo time.

The flacid man is a piece of art in itself, i mean to say sure... it's not rigid in all it's glory. But it's soft, pliable, comfortable, and perfect for cuddles on Sunday mornings with flannel sheets and down comforters. *sigh*

A flacid penis is also good for sweat pant grabbing, bending and tucking... pulling and manipulating... playful tugging (or adjustment tugging, which is just as fascinating to me). And I like it when my husband allows me to hold it for him while he pees. That's a treat. As soon as I teach the fucker not to fart during, it will be better.

flacid penises are our friends and should never be kicked, stomped, bruised, chopped-off, or god forbid bitten. ummm. If his penis is calm. He is calm. That's poetry right there.

But then there's the Sun... and it's all about getting the show on!
Bustle bustle honey, there's work to be done in my pants.
Yes, yes... when it gets atleast even semi--watch out babes... it's all over from there. Because this is where he gets charming, complimentary, apologetic sometimes, and also sometimes regretful about the asshole he's been up until this point.

But I like the sun, it keeps me from housework.

Give me a big, strong, firm, veiny mother fucker and I'm to the bedroom like a cat on a hot tin roof. Yep, the kind of swollen erection that curves over or upwards and pulls your skin to it's tightest. If the head is bulging that's even better... enticing even. And we'll want it... As for myself and my addiction to hard cock? No stopping me, nothing.

If it's there it's getting used. In the car, the house, the neighbors house, the grocery store, the... well you get my drift.
As a woman I become quite fascinated at watching you grow... especially when closing my eyes and actually feeling the growth swell and fill my mouth. That's almost as much of a turn as well, anything for me. And it's fun. Yeah, it is.

shirk.
I'm really having difficulty with this post people. Just want you to know that.
In fact, if I keep going I'm gonna burn a hole right through my p.j's... poor things.

*ding dong*

Oh shit, there's some one at the door... would you answer it for me? I need to wash my hands.