Cock of the walk

I love his cock

Actually that might be an understatement.

The other evening when we went to bed I sat on my side and chanted PeeeNis, PeeeNis, PeeNis (yes like a football chant) and then when his underpants came off I cheered wildly.

He got into bed next to me laughing and patted me on the head and called me a crazy lady and I snuggled down beside him and we looked at our phones before going to sleep. Yes I was being silly and funny but it was also indicative of how I feel about his penis. I am always pleased to see it and greeting it with a childlike excitement is a true indicator is how I feel, excited, happy, lucky, joyful that his penis and him are in my life and I get to be with him and it.

I have never had a relationship with a penis like I have with Michael’s; where I have felt so at ease with it and able to explore it in such an in depth and detailed way. In the past I would have been too shy to explore in the way I have with Michael or just not had the type of relationship where we are so at ease with one another’s bodies to feel comfortable touching and looking and asking questions. I am fascinated by it. When he gets in the shower I will often sit on the toilet wrapped up in my towel and watch as it changes shape as he washes. How it often wrinkles up when the water first hits it but then as he washes himself it relaxes out again. In the morning when we snuggle in bed I will reach down and touch it; Cradling his nuts in my hand, stroking the soft public hair that surrounds it and watching as I try to get it to sit straight. It won’t ever do that by the way because his right testicle sits out slightly in front of the left one and so his cock always sits slightly to the left.

He likes to remind me that he is more than his penis and he most definitely is. He is kind, and funny and caring and loving, and sexy and handsome and wicked and so many things and his penis is after all just a part of his body but it is a part of him that I am hugely attached to.

I don’t think I have penis envy. I have never wanted a dick. I know a lot of women wonder what it would be like or even fantasise about having one but I have never done that. It has truly never crossed my mind and the idea does nothing for me sexually so it is not that I want a penis of my own. What I like is enjoying the penis he has.

I love taking it in my mouth and feeling it grow hard between my lips. I love listening to the noises he makes as I suck him off. I love stroking it, watching as he balls tighten as he gets harder, seeing the way the veins stand out along the shaft and how his hips jerk up the closer he gets to orgasm as he tries to push himself into my hand.

I love that way his dick feels inside my body, how it stretches my cunt or slides slowly into my ass. I love being fucked by him and I love when he comes inside me. Afterwards I smell of us, my juices and his all mingled together and so does he. I will often lay my head on his thigh after we have fucked so I can enjoy that heady intoxicating scent. Even when we have not fucked I will often ask to have a sniff. There is something about the scent of his cock and balls that I find incredibly sexy. It is musky and warm and just so perfectly him. It makes my cunt twitch and my mouth water.

We have been together just over 8 years now and despite my dedicated studying of his genitals I am still learning and finding out things and I don’t ever seem to get bored either. Just last night I was watching him pee while I brushed my teeth and it made me want to get my camera and try and capture a really good shot of him taking a piss. I am not turned on by the piss but there is something about the act itself, the way he stands and how he holds himself when he does that I find a turn on. Although it is even hotter when it is down some dark alley way at night, I so want to get a dark moody picture of that but finding the right spot with enough light has so far proved tricky but I am nothing if not determined.

I am sure he will shake his head and roll his eyes when he reads this. He often teases me about my cock obsession but I know that I also make him laugh a lot with my overjoyed penis celebrations and that when I talk about wanting it in my mouth, or how good it tastes, or the way it smells or how sexy his bulge looks in his pants or I beg him to fuck me with it that is as much of a turn on for him as it is for me.