Carl Enters

Disclaimer: The title of this post is deliberately misleading and also a double entendre.  

My lady and I have been loving life, traveling, doing holidays and other vanilla life things in addition to our continued sexual escapades, and these are the excuses I'm using for the long gap in my posts.

The new year has brought on an opportunity for thoughts about how to deepen all aspects of our relationship, and we are taking advantage.  I'll limit this scope in this post to sex-related developments, for the reader's sake (you're welcome).

My lady has really taken to pegging me, and we do it quite regularly now. We've moved up in size from the smallest dildo, a brown one around 13 cm long to a pink one that's around 15 or 16 cm.  We have an array of other dildos, up to our largest one, which we've named Carl (in part because we don't know anyone by that name).

Carl is starting to play a more consistent role in our lovemaking. Carl is a long, rather thick ebony dildo. We decided to give him a name since he normally participates, and it's just easier to assign a name. My lady likes to suck Carl while I watch, because she knows it turns me on a lot. I think she also enjoys it for the thrill in and of itself. The other day she fucked herself with Carl while I watched, still constrained in the cock cage that I've been wearing since the start of the year (that'll be another post) it was really hot. She also likes to put Carl to my lips and watches as I suck him off, telling me that he's going to cum in my mouth. That also gets me going, particularly when my lady is pegging me at the same time. I suppose it would be difficult to argue that I'm hetero based on the above, but I am not attracted to men, and only think of cocks when I'm quite aroused, so if there's a word for that, maybe that's me.

The fantasy of having a large, strong, dominant black man participate in our lovemaking is something we explore frequently in our sessions. I know it might be viewed as either racist or stereotypical. I assure you that we are definitely not the former, and we are aware that the latter is true and I admit that is part of the thrill. The turn on for me has to do with color contrast and the lingering societal taboo of interracial sex (Western society has come a very long way in my lifetime regarding such things, but there is still a long way to go). Anyway, if we can enjoy this fantasy without impacting anyone else, we don't see the harm.  

And while it is just fantasy, I sometimes think that if the perfect circumstances were to present themselves, I would be open to making it a reality. Or not, I don't know if I really could go through with it. That said, the potential - real or imagined - adds fuel to my fire. I do not think my lady would take that step in any circumstance because, unlike me, her higher brain functions continue to work when she is aroused, but it excites me to pretend that she's going to want to do it for real one day.

Of course, moving from fantasy to reality is fraught with risk. In our fantasy, Carl has the psychological and physical traits we desire. He enters and exits at our whim, and he plays by our rules, and is healthy and clean. Of course in reality any third person would be less than physically perfect (as are we), but more importantly their feelings and desires would become a vital part of the equation, and the variability is largely unconstrained and somewhat unpredictable, even if we assume we did careful vetting. Who knows what dynamics might occur, positive or negative? Maybe we'd all get along great, maybe trouble would brew. Way too risky. So, fantasy it remains for now, and likely forever.