Although my wife and I are not exactly young I’m in my sixties, Ginny’s in her early fifties , we’ve been together for less than five years. Much of that time has been spent in mutual exploration. Even at our ages, we are still discovering not only what the other likes, but what we respond to. Lately this has led us to explore pain.
Ginny has always enjoyed rather rough sex–nothing too violent, just the occasional ass slap or nipple pinch. We have found that the level of pain she desires increases as she gets hotter. Once she starts to come, which she does early and often, there is almost no limit to what she craves.
In our local farmers’ market, people who sell dates also sell bundles of the attractive stems on which I gather they grow. Ranging from about twenty-four to thirty inches long, they are thin, tough and flexible. In addition, the ends are twisted and knobbed in an attractive way. Many people buy these bundles of sticks for flower arrangements. We have another use for them.
My wife’s creamy skin makes a wonderful background for the gnarled business ends of the stems–or switches, as we like to call them. I start by trailing a couple of them over her belly and breasts, being sure to twitch them gently across her nipples and generous areolae. She often shivers and giggles at first. But as her nipples harden, she thrusts them up against the switches. At those moments I can even torment her by not giving her all the pressure she wants.
Sometimes she instinctively brings her arms up to protect her sensitive breasts and belly. I’ll hold her arms back with my free hand, or maybe tie her hands behind her with a leather thong. At this point I often have her sit on me, either with my cock in her cunt or riding my cock in such a way that it rubs the whole area from her ass to her clit. From here on, she’s in a state of almost constant orgasm. Things get wild!
With a flick of the wrist, I can lay the switches across her ass or her back, or give her a swipe or two on the breasts. She’ll be alternately moaning and screaming–exactly what I need to push me to the limit. Of course she’s grinding into my cock as I slam in her cunt. If her hands are free, she may reach down to pull her lips apart, allowing the base of my cock to grind even harder into her flaming cunt.
When she’s this high, there is hardly a limit to how hard and fast I can go. By bending my wrist a little, I can bring the switch tip right down on her asshole and curve it around so it catches my balls as well. That takes us both over the top.
I know Ginny has enjoyed herself fully when she dissolves in tears of pleasure. We’re exploring the fine edge where pain and pleasure meet to produce ecstasy. It’s important to me that she gets what she really wants, so she has to ask for it. If she wants the switches, she has to get them, bring them to me, kiss them and tell me–sometimes even beg for–what she needs.
We’re still breaking new ground. Last night we went for a walk on the beach, and I brought along a single switch. We’ve learned that if I carry one, it gets her thinking about what might be coming next, and that excites her. Neither of us was wearing underwear under our loose clothes.
As we walked, I slid the tip of the switch beneath her skirt and ran it over her ass crack. She reached between her legs and pulled the flexible tip over her asshole and up against her cunt lips. As we walked, I could twitch the switch and bring her to her toes with a shuddering climax. Finally she pulled down my sweats and sucked me off right there on the darkened shore.
Where will this lead? I hope and assume we will continue to evolve ever richer ways to pleasure each other.–L.I., Ocala, Florida