After some erotic massages and several other stimuli led to our erotic resurrection, my wife Katka started to again enjoy something she hadn’t in a long time.
Creampies, or in other words me ejaculating inside of her vagina. This article here made me understand that for some people, and we belong among them definitely, this form of ejaculation brings greater joy to many couples.
The various types of erotic massages we had lately incorporated into our repertoire had saved us. The unrestrained fattening of our sexual portfolio had conceived the eruption of our long-dormant passion.
Though we had been lying next to each other for years, we had forgotten about ourselves and how we had once felt toward each other.
Salvation through experimentation
When the situation became intolerable I decided to do something disruptive and radically overturn our shared existence so that the sky rested below and the earth above. Anything less turbulent and salvation would have been unattainable. That was when I introduced a series of erotic massages into our lives. And my wife started to enjoy me coming inside of her again and perhaps even more than when she was younger.
Rediscovery of an old pleasure
Although Katka was in her early forties, she had not yet entered menopause, meaning that she could still get pregnant. In our fifteen years together we had never used any kind of birth control and we already had conceived and reared three beautiful children because of this.
From the beginning of our relationship birth control always seemed unnatural for us. Neither pills nor patches were unacceptable in our relationship.
We tried condoms and pulling out a couple of times, but none of that had ever felt right.
Made to produce humans
From the beginning we had been the overjoyed victims of a powerful, natural impulse to procreate and have as many children as possible. The impulse so overwhelming that it had swept us away. But the years had worn us down so that these pleasures slowly became dull and grey. We transformed into a pair of people completely unrelated to the two “animals” we had been fifteen years ago.
Renewal
Since we renewed our sexuality through erotic massages, these once potent pleasures overpowered us again. Katka was the only woman I had ever been with who considered a man coming inside her to be extremely intimate. She did not consider it “messy” or “dirty.” Often expressing how she loved my warm jetting semen splashing against her cervix, coating and dripping off her vaginal walls.
Most of the time, the thrill of my powerful ejaculations would cause her to orgasm as well, resulting in our synchronized ecstasy. She claimed she even loved the shape of my penis before I came, the texture and size of it.
Compelled to breed
My wife had always stated that getting pregnant by me was extremely sexy and that how were we supposed to stop this?
Since we innately comprehended our primal function as two people who had wanted each other at first sight, we decided that we would be open to however many children we would have.
We founded our own company, working hard to earn sufficient money to support all the children that would come our way.
In the end we only had three, instead of the ten or twelve we joked we would end up with if we didn’t take precautions. But we were extremely happy with our children. Just as the main argument of this article, our children gave our life greater meaning.
Storm of praise
Now at forty-three years of age my ejaculations were making her delirious again, making her tell me things she had not told me in years. That I was the greatest lover she’d ever had. That this was the greatest sex she’d ever had – something she hadn’t told me since she was twenty-nine years old.
Slutty hijinks
Katka once again started to play with my semen as it dripped from her vagina, smearing it all over her clit and vulva.
So turned on that she masturbated herself to more orgasms as two of my fingers vibrated inside her sloppy, hungry pussy with all my pearlescent juices flowing out of that still-succulent hole from which our children had emerged.
And who knows if there won’t be at least one more?
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