It's All Hydraulics, Really

It is a very simple procedure. Fill the corpora cavernosa with blood, and keep it there, and you produce an erection. However, the wonders of the body never cease to amaze me, and I am fascinated (not to mentioned turned on) every time this bit of magic occurs.

I have been to various body modification sites where all manner of rings, barbels, or other hardware is attached somehow to the penis. I must admit though, that this is not for me. I just find that this area of me is too sensitive to even consider having anything there pierced; I'd be chicken to have an ear done, so don't even suggest my cock.

Another self-modification that fascinates me (but again, I wouldn't attempt), is scrotal infusion, where most usually a saline solution (though other materials are sometimes used) is injected into the scrotal sac by use of a needle, and the result is that the scrotum swells to contain this liquid. After a certain time period, the liquid is absorbed into the body. However, some pictures I've seen show an incredible amount of growth, with the penis perched above a hugely swollen scrotum. I must admit, the idea of the sensation appeals to me, but my life situation gives me neither the alone time or medical skills necessary to attempt such a thing. If you've read any of my earlier stuff here, you'll know that a particular masturbatory scenario of mine is to surround my penis with warm water and pressure on it, producing a hands-free erection and orgasm. This is associated with my quick pregnancy/inflation/belly fetish, although one can argue that it's a chicken and egg issue, since I really don't know which precipitated the other. Scrotal infusion would be a very real way of seeing this happen in real life, though with my luck, something would go wrong, and I'd hit a blood vessel instead of the sac itself. But I do think about it. The idea of having this full, tight, swinging sensation between my legs and propping up my erect cock is an exciting one. But, one I'll get through other means right now, thanks.

Finally, there is the idea of penis pumps and cock rings in my personal experience. I have been thinking about getting a pump for a while now, though it would be more for the masturbatory experimentation and orgasm then any particular need for penetration. I have used rings off and on over the years, and their start for me came when I first found that using a rubber band when I hit puberty around the base of my cock took my erection to a whole new level. I had to find just the right size band, and took care to make sure only to leave it on for 30 minutes or less during a session. Once I learned the great life lesson that other guys actually enjoyed this too, and that there was something called a cock ring that I could buy to use in my fun, I moved up from my home-brew solution. But, I do admit, I have been know to revert back to my teen years when I find myself in a situation where I want to play, but no rings are to be found. Rubber bands are just so darn ubiquitous; there's always one around when you need it.

The rush of blood to the organ is always arousing, of course. When having a usual erection, the cock fills and stands up straight at attention. Orgasm occurs for me, then all goes back to normal. Using the band/ring, the situation is different. The blood fills, and then just keeps on packing it in. Whereas some blood will always leave a simple erection, using a ring keeps this blood in. As a result, my cock gets big(ger). OK, huge. So much so that it sometimes has a hard time pointing straight up, and falls over to one side or the other. Take my fetish preference, and here's a setup for fun. With myself swollen to huge proportions, I slip on a pair of bikini briefs, and pack myself in. There's only two directions to point myself -- straight up or straight down. I usually opt for up. The bulge is, of course, noticeable, but the confinement in the tight space is what drives my wild here. Often, pointing straight up like this, I simply have no room inside the brief for the tip, and my cock will end up sticking out of the waistband. Sometimes this can be used to advantage as well, as I can then pull down the waistband to the base of my cock, trapping a bit more blood, and allowing my cock to then sway down in front of me. The effect is quite fun to see. Move side to side, and my cock takes just a second or two more to make the journey. The full feeling as it slaps against first one thigh, and then the other, feels good as well.

Orgasm again is different between the methods used to achieve erection for me. A regular erection results in a full flow of semen as it leaves me; using a ring or band, the orgasmic feeling is more intense, but the flow is smaller, due to its being trapped to an extent by the band. To increase this volume, I can remove the band before the orgasm comes; sometimes time just doesn't allow it. After an erection without a band, recovery time is pretty quick. The swelling in my cock goes down, everything returns to normal. Using a ring, removing it after orgasm tends to (for me) leave more blood than normal in my cock, and so the erection is semi-hard for a longer period of time, sometimes for 20 - 30 minutes or so. This makes multiple sessions possible when I'm up for it.

As long as proper precautions are taken, this remains a wonderful release for me. I am always careful never to go too long on time with a band on. 30 minutes is the absolute limit. I don't want to have any blood vessels burst on me. But, in the long run, filling and refilling the penis this way does lead to a bit of lengthening, as new blood vessels are formed inside to handle the increased volume. I've noticed this over time.

And who said that working out had to be a pain?

The One-Piece Suit

We had been living together for about two years when I approached her with the idea. She knew of my preferences, and we had some wonderful sex where she would talk about being heavily pregnant, but when I came up with the idea for her involving the one-piece bathing suit, she took right to it, like...well, like a fish to water, I suppose.

I told her my story of how I had used a plastic bag underneath a shirt (and sometimes tucked inside sweats as well) to simulate a pregnant belly, with the resulting warmth and pressure on my cock providing a mind-blowing orgasm. She was fascinated. She said it seemed a natural progression, from talking about it in bed to play-simulating it. She was open to just about anything when it came to different ways of getting us off. This one looked like it just might work.

When it comes to the building up the anticipation, nothing beats drawing out the planning stage. She waited until the weekend to ask if I wanted to go out with her clothes shopping, casually tossing out the nugget that, since she had really grown out of the last bathing suit she owned, that it would probably be a good idea to get a new one. Did I want to come? Of course, the joke here writes itself.

We got into the car and traveled out to the sports specialty shop. When we got to the Aquatics section, she made the effort to browse the swim goggles and fins, noting out of the corner of her eye my reactions as she seemed not the least interested in heading over to where the suits were sold. At last, possibly sensing my increasing agitation, she shot an "easy, boy" at me, and sauntered over to have a look. She took her time, tsk-tsking over the fact that a bikini might be nice as well, but not particularly practical for this application. She got to the one-piece racks, and looked for more than a few minutes. It was fun to see her put such an effort in to the purchase. And she saw me chuckling as she tested various suits, tugging the front of the material as if to test how far it might indeed stretch on her at the mid-section. Finally, with a wink, she picked up a blue number with a diagonal silver stripe coming from the left shoulder down to the right hip. We headed home, she taking particular pains to point out that maybe it wouldn't be big enough in the middle, maybe the seams wouldn't hold, and so on. I could barely get comfortable in my seat, as my erection seemed to keep getting in the way.

Once home, she took pity on me and expressed interest in trying out the new toy. She headed into the bedroom, me close on her heels, to change. I took the opportunity to get comfortably naked. Nude before me, we embraced, her whispering into my ear "honey, I have to admit, this is turning me on something awful", and she guided one of my hands down to her mound, and her fur was wet to the touch. I kissed her back hungrily, then she pulled out the suit, removed the tags, and slipped it on. Sure enough, there was a bit of a gap at the waist. "That's your area of expertise", she said simply. Then, before she led me off to the bathroom, she looked me deep in the eyes. "Fill me up". I promised to try.

She sat down on the side of the antique claw-footed tub, and I went and got a bag to use. Coming back, we tucked it inside the suit, with the open end of the bag gathered together just at the neck. We tested the water temperature by running the shower for a few seconds, getting it just to body temperature. Then she settled herself down into a lounging position, and rested her head against a folded towel behind her head. Finally, we removed the showerhead and its hose from its bracket, and tucked it inside the neck of the bag. Finally, she twisted the open end around the hose a few times, and I secured it with a twist-tie. She was ready to go. I pulled up a chair and scooted over right next to the side of the tub, giving her arm's-length access to my erect self. She asked if I wanted to do the honors, or should I. I told her to go ahead. She reached up and behind herself, and turned on the shower.

It took a second for the warm water to run the length of the hose and out the showerhead. Then it was in her, filling her. We could hear the water gurgling as it merrily ran down to the bottom of the bag, pooling at the bottom right between her legs. She smiled slowly. "I like it," she said. I could see where her wetness had already started soaking the material between her legs. I reached down with two fingers, inside of the suit, and rubbed her clit for a few seconds...she sighed in an approving way. Then more water started to fill her.

The lycra in the suit took her suddenly burgeoning middle in stride, and began to round her out. She spread out a bit to the sides, and she took her hands and held her new belly from below, smiling and giggling as it grew. She bounced it from below a few times, and the satisfying slosh it made was cute and sexy.

After a few minutes, the water had gotten to a point where it was now filling out the built-in bra cups. She said that the sensation of the warm water over her nipples was heaven. I reached over to run my fingers around them a bit, playing with them the way that she liked when we played. She moaned with pleasure. Her belly had now filled out quite a bit in the front, and she wanted to readjust her position in the tub. She leaned forward, and her belly filled out in front of her, almost reaching to her knees. She crossed her legs underneath her, and sitting this way, her belly floated all around her, covering over the sides of her hips and her bent knees. She was now all belly. I told her how close I was to coming, and she obligingly told me to turn off the shower, as she could not now reach it easily herself. I strained forward to reach it, then settled back. She masterfully stroked my cock back and forth, and leaned to the side enough so that she could take me into her mouth. As the explosion built inside me, she suddenly released her hold on me, and slowly pulled me out of her mouth. "Hold that thought, sugar. Haven't you always wanted to come on a pregnant woman's big ol' belly?" I nodded, and was ready to go, right now. "Hang on, can you? I want to do one last thing for you." I was on the verge, but took a minute or two, measuring my breathing, until the urge to come passed. I was still hard as a rock. "Ready baby?" she asked. Ready, I said. She held my cock again in her right hand, and snaked her left around her back and up above her, to grasp the faucet handle one more time.

She turned it on, then threw it all the way over to the strongest flow.

As the water roared inside her, filling her out so impossibly round that I thought that suit would burst every last seam right there in the tub, I heard the roaring in my ears as well. Her breasts were ballooning crazily, and she sat up with her back straightened, and watched herself expand to the point where her belly actually shuddered under the force of the water. She covered fully half the tub's length now. She stroked and pointed my cock right dead center at that belly.

"Now, lover. Now."


EE

Body Lust 1: Belly

I had been marveling at her breasts ever since she had told me that she had nothing on but that sexy black bodysuit under her soft, red robe . She had undone the robe's sash, and let it slip off her shoulders and down to her waist. She had really filled out since I had seen her last, and the bodysuit hugged that very pregnant figure and its every developed curve.

We made our way to the bedroom, the robe now forgotten on the floor.

As we fell into each other as only long-time lovers can, she nibbled on my ear about mid-way through the festivities.

"I've got a new trick I can do for you," she cooed. "I knew it would drive you wild."

Anything you do drives me wild, sugar.

I was halfway through working the bodysuit off her, and I had it peeled down to just below her beautiful, wonderfully round pregnant belly. She scooted away from me then, and got up on her hands and knees on the bed.

"Look at what I can do!"

Her belly was swaying below her and barely -- just barely -- brushing the mattress. Actually, it was the popped-out belly button that was bumping against the sheets.

"You like? I know it had always been a little fantasy of yours, to see me grow so big that I could almost balance myself on the bed without having to lower myself."

I liked. I lusted, actually. She saw the signs in my eyes. She got off the bed and pointed at me with one curled finger.

"Lay yourself down right here, cowboy." She patted a spot near the head of the bed. I wasted no time sliding into the directed position. My fully erect cock bobbed as I scooted the last few inches into the right spot. She then climbed over the foot of the bed, and lowered herself between my legs, bumping and rubbing my cock with her solid mid-section, and smothered my face into her over-ripe breasts.

She always did like seeing me get off slipped inside that glorious cleavage of hers before she was pregnant. It turns out she liked me doing the same on that lovely, enormous belly. After the first that just couldn't wait, it was her turn, with me guiding her favorite vibe as she urged me on with her hands, exploring all over her mounds, both upper and lower. Returning to just flit casually around her clit, it wasn't long before she surrendered to herself. It was beautiful to see, and I always felt wonderful knowing that she was getting off on herself as much as I was.

The late news was now on. Both hot and tired, we left the sheets only half-on us both as we lay there in the flickering light.

We fell asleep later with me behind her, cupping one arm under her breasts, as she rested her right leg over my thigh.

It all started with that damned glorious black bodysuit.

EE

Now Is The Winter Of My Content

So now comes winter to this part of the States, even though officially it doesn't arrive for a few more weeks. Along with the colder months comes a time where we tend to hibernate a bit more in our homes and other cozy places. This month also sees a bunch of holiday gatherings happening at my workplace, and then the major family get-togethers at home. Two factors coming together at this time of year -- food, and warm winter clothing.

I think it's fairly well established now that I have a definite oral fixation. Anything curved on a woman's body has the potential to light me up if only it's a little more curved, a little more packed. As we tend to hibernate during the cold winter months, we also tend to eat just a little bit more. As a result, those cute little bellies of my female friends tend to fill out a bit, get a little rounder, get a little softer. We also switch to wearing bulkier clothing -- sweaters, shirts, coats -- so those wonderful parts can grow a bit more, secure in the knowledge that their owners are keeping them well-protected, warm, and dry.

I've spoken of my fascination for well-endowed bellies, breasts, hips, and butts before here. I've also noticed a change in myself over the years. Where I once would have categorized myself as an out-and-out BBW or SSBBW fan, where cups are overflowing everywhere, I see myself retreating a bit from that IRL. Now, as the "Skinny" video posted here recently models, I find myself attracted to women who still fall in the BBW realm, only not so over-the-top. (Wow, I still can't get that image out of my head of the BBW in the video with the beautiful breasts rolling to and fro across the top of that corset). But I digress.

I'm sure most of you have become very sexually stimulated during the day, and have looked for ways to relieve the tension. I am also interested, however, in sometimes *prolonging* the tension, to feel myself sexually stimulated during the day. Oh sure, women have all sorts of interesting options; Shay wrote about Ben Wa balls here. My version is to take an empty toy balloon, fill it with warm water to the point where it just begins to expand, and then tie it off. I then nestle it inside my briefs, resting it just under my shaft, nicely half-hard in anticipation. A little bit about me you do not know -- I use a wheelchair because of a disability, so I am sitting down all day. This is how I can pull it off and keep it in place all day. I can feel it down there between my legs, and my semi-erect to erect cock can bounce up and down upon it off and on during the day. The sensation is extraordinary. I once told a female college friend of mine that I knew well about it, and she at first asked if it wasn't similar to guys stuffing a sock down there to fill things out a bit in their jeans. Then she looked at me, and said, "But wait, we're talking YOU here -- oh, OK, that makes sense to me now." She promised to never punch me there without asking first, just to make sure. I thanked her for thinking of me and my body in such a caring fashion.

So, how about you? Do you do anything "extra" from time to time to get you off during the day, either at work or home? Shoot me a comment or email.

And, oh yes...I'm packing today. Shhhh...

EE

Sexy Drive-By 1: Consider Yourself Today

Here's something to think about today and tonight. Center yourself within your body, and with some meditative thoughts, focus your attention on your sex organs -- really feel that penis that hangs down in between those thighs; ladies, feel the blood coursing through the inner and outer lips, and straight into the clit. Feel the power of your sexuality, and what power you wield. Then, if the situation presents itself, exercise your humanity and engage in whatever wonderful sex intrigues you with another, or with yourself.

Enjoy your orgasm!

ee

P.S.: Think this might be a silly idea? Think you already pay attention to what's yours? Try this then -- think about your tongue, right now, inside your mouth. Typically, we don't think about it at all. It rests there, at the roof of the mouth or just behind the teeth. But center on it now. Really think about where it's lying. Feel the moisture when you move it around.

Feel it get a little bigger in your mouth? I dare you to forget about it for a while, now...