Posts Tagged ‘hands in your hair’
Funny how we can spend all day together talking about the weather and sand dollars and who came up with the phrase “elbow grease,” and then.. a long pause… a shared look… a fist in your hair… and lips parted for a long, first kiss.
Come dance with me, delphiniums red, I’ll dance with you, delphiniums blue.
That feeling when…
You’re trimming your beard outside, as you do because stubble flies everywhere, and you realize too late that the #%!#% adjustable head was set to 2 instead of 8 and so you just look like you didn’t shave yesterday.
Bleah!
Oh well. It’ll grow back.
Might as well make a little lemonade out of this and point out a couple things about hair grooming.
- Somehow a bare face doesn’t leave me looking “prepubescent.”
- Trimming with an electric trimmer takes only a minute (for better or worse.)
- When my facial hair gets a little long it gets itchy and uncomfortable
- I’m hopeful that it won’t go through that hair-growing-back itchy phase (tip: whatever parts you shave it’s almost always way more comfortable to keep shaving than let things grow back out again.)
- When I shaved with a modern blade razor and shaving cream I was able to get everything bare and smooth in about a minute, in the shower, without a mirror. Even around my sensitive lips and all the bumps, mounds, and hollows around and under my nose, chin, and jaw. It was only uncomfortable if I let things get long enough to pull or tug on the razor instead of just cutting through the stubble… and long enough for the skin underneath to soften up again.
- Trimming one’s beard with an electric trimmer, just long enough for it not to be prickly against someone else’s skin, is almost as nice as shaving it all the way off. And way, way faster! Which brings me back to…
- Fast enough, unfortunately, for me not to notice my #%#!! trimmer was set to #2 instead of #8.
As with all body hair, in reality a gram of hair more or less doesn’t really make much difference, does it?
So many ways to have you in, over, or on my lap, puppy. An older, experienced Daddy knows this is one of the best.
Not one. Not the other. Both!
Because if you can’t both laugh and love what you’re doing together during sex why bother having sex at all?
Thinking of you…
Specifically I’m thinking of gruffly holding your hair in my fist to keep it out of the way while my strong fingers massage away all the tension in those achy suboccipital muscles at the base of your skull.
Cause I know that feels really, really good, cornsilk.
would love to be sitting in the lap of a guy twice my size while he has one arm firmly around me and the other languidly runs up my shirt as he murmurs in my ear about how im all hes been able to think about all day. and when i try to grind against his dick he forces me to be still and growls against my neck that he didnt say i was allowed to move, that i just need to sit pretty for him right there while he has his fill of me
In such a mood!
Honestly! I’m usually nearly demi-sexual, where I need to be interested in someone before I’m interested in being sexual with them. But… don’t know if it’s the weather (it’s fabulously windy and misty and warm here today) or what but…
But today? Today I’m uncharacteristically In A Mood to Do Things To someone rather than with someone in particular.
That happens to include sweetly but very firmly teasing and toying with someone till she’s a whimpering, needy, pathetic little mess…
…while we get to know each other well enough…
… to do something about it.
Ugh. So embarrassing!
Spanking and hair-pulling might be one of those things we could do about it, but not till we get to know each other better.
Rolling my big, strong fingers across your plump little clit might be another, though not till we get to know each other better.
Pressing you to your knees and pressing your face roughly against my soft denim jeans could be another one of those things, though not till we get to know each other better.
Kissing passionately is not one of those things – that’s a lovely thing to do while we’re getting to know each other better.
But, yeah, allowing you to grind your wet little pussy against my thigh or cock (yeah, it would be hard too because you think I wouldn’t be just as needy?) would have to wait though, wouldn’t it?
Firmly gripping your hips to keep you still would be fine while we got to know each other. In fact it might be required, mightn’t it?
Pushing you onto your back, pressing your legs high and wide with my big, strong hands under your knees and kissing and licking and generally feasting on your wet little pussy would be sooooo lovely, wouldn’t it? Though not till we got to know each other better.
And rolling you onto your hands and knees, grabbing your hips and lifting them high, and slowly entering you and warming you up before fucking you hard enough that my flat, fuzzy belly slapped hard against your pretty upturned ass again and again and again… well… we’d have to know each other pretty well before I could do that, hmm?
Feel like getting to know each other a little better?
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Gotta feel sorry for all the trolls and mopes who think “foreplay” is boring. If they’re bored it must mean they’re boring, right, tigercub?