|Blogs > Saintdivadi > don't read this blog|
A cool spot.
A cool spot.
I’m on my knees on the bed, my Penis stands at a right angle to my body and I cannot resist the temptation to stroke it some more-it feels sooo good. I kneel there for a few minutes with my fist around my penis, stroking back and forth. Its wet and slippery as I reach over and pore some massage oil onto my right palm and go back to the beautiful stroking movement. Finally, I feel calm enough that I can leave off the stroking for a moment and turn to open the window. It’s an old wooden window and it gets stuck in the shut position, god it’s hot in here. As I give it shove, my penis waves around and a nice long droplet of oil and saliva slips off the end and on to the sheets. Another shove and the old window pops open with a bang.
The wind flows in luxuriously and caresses my body. It hugs me around my protruding hips and gusts down my slim, muscular legs making the hair on them stand up. The wind goes under my balls and makes a cool spot there, which feels wonderful. The wind is caressing me all over, kissing me behind my ears and running through my hair, touching my face with the softest of fingers. I squint into the glare of the sun and soak up this incredibly arousing intercourse with nature, it feels right. I tenderly place my fingers at the back of my neck and gingerly run my large hands all the way down my body, going over my virtually hairless chest, across my flat tummy, over my hips and around behind and onto my pert buttocks. I give them a gentle squeeze to relax my muscles and my hands slowly go back to the job at hand.