I Only Cum When A Dog Watches - Sex Stories

I Only Cum When A Dog Watches

... pulses against my thigh. One hand strokes my chest as he licks my hair, the touch hot and wet, then cool as he stops and hooks his chin over my shoulder.

“Um…” he begins.

I don’t rush him. I am in a rare state of peace. My breaths are slow and easy, my muscles slack, my limbs loose after the intensity of prolonged sex.

The lack of tension is almost a sense of nothingness. I certainly don’t feel the need to fill the silence. Instead, I’m satisfied sexually and with the world at large. Even time doesn’t matter. The darkness outside heralds the onset of winter proper. Soon everything will be dark, the urge to hibernate paused by primal joy at coloured Halloween lights shining deep in the English night.

My curiosity throbs quietly, like Ginger’s cock, pleasant but not urgent. I sense him arranging his thoughts. Perhaps he hasn’t explained this to anyone before. Perhaps he is having to quietly create a whole new language for it.

He clears his throat.

“I was married before.”

He sags a little. Here is the real cause of his sadness.

“We met at university… Oh, quite a few years ago now. Both did chemistry, both good at it – her better than me to be honest. She was my heroine, actually. I couldn’t believe she was interested in me. Character-wise she reminds me of you – inventive, original, passionate. She wasn’t trans though, and not dark either. She was small and blonde, although not a real blonde. She used to make her own hair-colouring for fun.”

He ...

... chuckles at that, one of those happy memories that has its roots in a specific and precious personal madness.

“We managed to stay together through our twenties. No mean feat given the changes that happen to people during that time in their lives.” He sighs. “Our thirties were easier but less fun. We seemed to go in different directions, even though that’s the last thing we wanted.

“She got a job in America, and of course she had to go – it was at NASA for God’s sake. My job was here – I had a research grant at Imperial College in London. You don’t get many of those. It was vital for my other work and so we agreed to part.

“In any other situation that would have been the end, given the distance. But we were both workaholics and that’s what saved us. We were just into our work. So, when she came back we had this amazing… Well, it was like with you. And I thought, ‘I’ve still got her’.

“But when you’re apart, you find other interests to take care of your sexual needs. I don’t mean with other people.” He thinks for a moment, as if working out the right way to explain. “I’d always had a thing for women like you, but transness wasn’t something people talked about much when I was young. Then society began to change, and there were more opportunities to maybe chat or see things, or… I’ll be honest, the porn got a lot better.”

“It certainly did.”

“And my wife, she… After those first few weeks of amazing sex, we realised we’d changed too much this time, that we were almost ...