Who said,
Condoms deny pleasure?
With his voluptuous
Soft
Hairy
White
Arse
Stretched out from under me,
Cushioning my hips
As I ride to freedom –
Who said,
A condom
Denies?
With his broad
Muscular
Tattooed
Back
Stretching forward
Loving the exercise
His head
MOANING
In pleasure,
His body
Celebrating
This
New
Treasure.
His body comforting
This joyride.
And this condom?
Well, well, well:
It’s more hygienic,
Protects my dignity
Maintains my HARD earned health,
Slows
The pleasure
And so
I’m not complaining.
By Martin H.
While some men consider them a hinderance, I find condoms oddly thrilling. In my mind, condoms are linked with the anticipation of having sex. Even going to a shop and picking up a packet starts my heart racing and cock twitching. When opening an individual condom, I like to hold the corner of the wrapper in my teeth to rip it open. And I like the sensual way the slippery condom slides out of its wrapper. I am excited by the feeling of the hard rubber ring of the rolled up condom, as I place it over either my own or my partner’s penis, and carefully unfurl the sheath down the full length. If I am bottoming, I prefer to lie on my back and look into my partner’s eyes as he cums inside me. When he pulls out, I get a thrill from the sight of the condom with its bag of spunk hanging from his cock. If I’ve not cum yet, I ask my partner to place the used condom on my stomach, while he sucks and wanks me to orgasm. Even when masturbating, I sometimes open a condom to enjoy the taste, smell and feel of the slippery latex, before rolling the condom down my erection and jerking off. Perhaps I’ve got a condom fetish!