Name: Anonymous 2015-11-17 1:00
Saturday night, I placed a healthy dab all over the head of the penis from about a quarter inch behind the glans paying special attention to the PA ring I was wearing. I’ve found with previous experimentation that even if the rest of the area is numb, if there’s none inside the PA, the sensation of the heavy ring rolling around during masturbation is enough to get me to the edge. Once liberally applied, I slid a condom over to keep the substance in contact and from drying out. Someone either on the blog or Twitter gave me that tip. If the stuff dries out, it stops working. Approximately thirty minutes later, half the penis was dead to the world. It felt like someone else’s dick.
I had the time to burn since Belle had instructed me to clean up after dinner while she sat on the porch sipping wine and listening to Pandora. While I loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the table, the penis gently drifted off to lala land. When finished, I went to her and knelt beside the sofa she was lounging on. She put her hand on my head and stroked my hair and I swear if a sinkhole of submissiveness didn’t threaten to swallow me whole. Just being there, on my knees on the floor next to her, being stroked like a pet, was enough to make the Phantom Zone penis chub out to about half-staff. I was in heaven and would have been happy to do nothing else but stay there for the rest of my life. She reached down into my sweats to feel my situation and made an approving sound, though I felt nothing.
She retired into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom to clean as much of the Lidocaine off as possible. One of our two fears was that it would react with her pussy and neither of us would feel a thing. The penis is usually pretty sensitive after having seen nothing but the inside of the Steelheart for two weeks, but since I was numbed up, I scrubbed it with abandon. Even if I roughed it up too much (and I did, it turns out), the only purpose of the thing anymore is to get her off, so it wouldn’t really matter.
The second fear was that the numbing would make getting an erection hard or impossible. She was a lot more concerned about that than me, but it was a lingering worry. I specifically did not numb the entire shaft so that some sensation would be available, though not in the places it would need to be to make me come. Once I got into bed with her and felt her wet pussy, the penis responded like a champ. Only feeling half a hard-on is a pretty trippy experience.
She reached down and decided she wanted ensure it would stay up so she climbed onto my face and rubbed her snatch over my mouth and nose with abandon. She leaned back so as to be able to check on the progress of the hard-on and, in doing so, pushed herself even harder into me. Breathing was a challenge, but not dangerously so, and that only made the facesitting slut in me respond all the more. That, in turn, caused the penis to stiffen enthusiastically and that led Belle to slide down my torso and guide the penis into her.
Normally, if I have any hope of not coming when she fucks me, I have to put my head in as far away place as possible and very definitely not fuck her back. I basically lay there like a dildo mount and suck her tits while thinking of Rome or something, ignoring whatever sounds she’s making, and hope she comes quickly. This time, though, with the penis fully inside her, I could only feel her heat down by my nuts. I fucked back. Like I haven’t in god knows how long. Like a fucking porn star. Like a pirate. Like a fucking pirate porn star! So hard, I was worried the stiffy would slip out and snap off. But it didn’t.
She was in heaven. Bouncing away, tits rocking back and forth, eyes closed and appreciative moans and astonished exclamations slipping out with each downward thrust of her hips. All the while, I paid close attention to what I was feeling between my legs. It was odd in that I felt like I was sidling up to an orgasm, but never quite close enough to be able to throw it a line and get pulled in. Constantly just out of range. The full-body sensation of fucking her was enough to get me that far, but the sensory hole where the penis was made completion impossible.
Her orgasm erupted out of her. She came and came. If I could, I’m sure I would have felt her pussy clamping the penis over and over.
She rolled off, breathing hard and making little satisfied meowing sounds. The penis was still rock hard but mute.
“I couldn’t feel a thing,” I told her.
“That’s AWESOME!” she replied enthusiastically. A tiny sliver of frustrated agony sliced into me.
I think we’ll be using this stuff again soon…
I had the time to burn since Belle had instructed me to clean up after dinner while she sat on the porch sipping wine and listening to Pandora. While I loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the table, the penis gently drifted off to lala land. When finished, I went to her and knelt beside the sofa she was lounging on. She put her hand on my head and stroked my hair and I swear if a sinkhole of submissiveness didn’t threaten to swallow me whole. Just being there, on my knees on the floor next to her, being stroked like a pet, was enough to make the Phantom Zone penis chub out to about half-staff. I was in heaven and would have been happy to do nothing else but stay there for the rest of my life. She reached down into my sweats to feel my situation and made an approving sound, though I felt nothing.
She retired into the bedroom and I went into the bathroom to clean as much of the Lidocaine off as possible. One of our two fears was that it would react with her pussy and neither of us would feel a thing. The penis is usually pretty sensitive after having seen nothing but the inside of the Steelheart for two weeks, but since I was numbed up, I scrubbed it with abandon. Even if I roughed it up too much (and I did, it turns out), the only purpose of the thing anymore is to get her off, so it wouldn’t really matter.
The second fear was that the numbing would make getting an erection hard or impossible. She was a lot more concerned about that than me, but it was a lingering worry. I specifically did not numb the entire shaft so that some sensation would be available, though not in the places it would need to be to make me come. Once I got into bed with her and felt her wet pussy, the penis responded like a champ. Only feeling half a hard-on is a pretty trippy experience.
She reached down and decided she wanted ensure it would stay up so she climbed onto my face and rubbed her snatch over my mouth and nose with abandon. She leaned back so as to be able to check on the progress of the hard-on and, in doing so, pushed herself even harder into me. Breathing was a challenge, but not dangerously so, and that only made the facesitting slut in me respond all the more. That, in turn, caused the penis to stiffen enthusiastically and that led Belle to slide down my torso and guide the penis into her.
Normally, if I have any hope of not coming when she fucks me, I have to put my head in as far away place as possible and very definitely not fuck her back. I basically lay there like a dildo mount and suck her tits while thinking of Rome or something, ignoring whatever sounds she’s making, and hope she comes quickly. This time, though, with the penis fully inside her, I could only feel her heat down by my nuts. I fucked back. Like I haven’t in god knows how long. Like a fucking porn star. Like a pirate. Like a fucking pirate porn star! So hard, I was worried the stiffy would slip out and snap off. But it didn’t.
She was in heaven. Bouncing away, tits rocking back and forth, eyes closed and appreciative moans and astonished exclamations slipping out with each downward thrust of her hips. All the while, I paid close attention to what I was feeling between my legs. It was odd in that I felt like I was sidling up to an orgasm, but never quite close enough to be able to throw it a line and get pulled in. Constantly just out of range. The full-body sensation of fucking her was enough to get me that far, but the sensory hole where the penis was made completion impossible.
Her orgasm erupted out of her. She came and came. If I could, I’m sure I would have felt her pussy clamping the penis over and over.
She rolled off, breathing hard and making little satisfied meowing sounds. The penis was still rock hard but mute.
“I couldn’t feel a thing,” I told her.
“That’s AWESOME!” she replied enthusiastically. A tiny sliver of frustrated agony sliced into me.
I think we’ll be using this stuff again soon…