At the moment it is being with a girl I'll call Carrie. She is a lot younger than me, very clever, and probably Asperger's. A lot of people think she is weird, but I absolutely adore her.
Anyway, the scenario is that we have somehow end up married and have a child. It has been a bitch of a day at work (read faculty meeting - they are either boring or horrible) and I get home stressed, and frankly upset from being called a dinosaur, an irrelevance, etc., as the CRT/1619 Project type is trying to shove 'white, male history' off the curriculum. So, the long and the short of it is that I go home frustrated and angry.
It is quiet when I get home. As Carrie is usually in her studio when it is quiet, I go upstairs, and head for the front bedroom that serves as her studio. Instead, I catch a glimpse of Carrie sitting on our bed nursing the baby as I pass the back bedroom door. I ask her how her day has been, and in her usual monosyllabic way she answers, 'good!' Then after a pause, she looks me square in the face and asks, 'How was yours?' I imitate her terseness and say, 'Grim.' She looks down and carries on feeding the baby whilst I sit there watch them. I envy the child the simplicity of its life, and the fact that she has loving humans to look after her and is a long way from needing to know about work politics. Carrie and I love being quiet together, as our peace is always suffused with love. Eventually the baby milks out. Carrie burps her, hooks her maternity bra, puts herself back in her top, and puts the kid down for a nap in the nursery - which used to be my office when my first wife was alive. She returns, and sits back down on the bed, puts her feet up, and says to me, 'Come here, and kiss me.' I kiss her gently on the lips, but she opens her mouth a little and puts her hand behind my head inviting me in for a full-deep kiss.
After a few minutes of this she pushes me away for a moment, shrugs out of her top, and unclips her nursing bra, and she guides my head down to her right breast. 'You look like you need this...' I gently lick her nipple, but she pushes my head in and says, 'no - suck.' I do as I am told, and a little of her milk dribbles into my mouth. 'Better?' she asks me. I nod without removing my mouth. A few minutes later gently removes me from her breast, glances through the door to check the barn is still fast asleep, and undresses. I take the hint and shed my clothes. She lies back down propped against the headboard and pulls me to the other breast and encourages me to suckle her again. I let my hand wander up her thigh until I am gently masturbating her with my right hand, my thumb working her clitoris, whilst I push my index and middle fingers into her entrance. She has a small orgasm, and tells me, 'I need you in me...' She slides down the bed and we make love. Nothing adventurous, just missionary, but afterwards she gives me a naughty look, cleans my cock, then leans in for another deep kiss. As she breaks the kiss, she says, 'I love the taste of us. Perhaps Lizzie will be having a little brother or sister...' Then she lies down next to me and falls asleep.
I lay there, spooned against Carrie, deeply calm, sleepy, and happily wondering how she knew what was going through the dirty side of my mind. That reverie is interrupted by a familiar screaming. It is my turn to see what Lizzie wants! As Carrie stirs, I say to her, 'I have this,' and grab boxers and a tee-shirt as I go and see what Lizzie wants.
Anyway, the scenario is that we have somehow end up married and have a child. It has been a bitch of a day at work (read faculty meeting - they are either boring or horrible) and I get home stressed, and frankly upset from being called a dinosaur, an irrelevance, etc., as the CRT/1619 Project type is trying to shove 'white, male history' off the curriculum. So, the long and the short of it is that I go home frustrated and angry.
It is quiet when I get home. As Carrie is usually in her studio when it is quiet, I go upstairs, and head for the front bedroom that serves as her studio. Instead, I catch a glimpse of Carrie sitting on our bed nursing the baby as I pass the back bedroom door. I ask her how her day has been, and in her usual monosyllabic way she answers, 'good!' Then after a pause, she looks me square in the face and asks, 'How was yours?' I imitate her terseness and say, 'Grim.' She looks down and carries on feeding the baby whilst I sit there watch them. I envy the child the simplicity of its life, and the fact that she has loving humans to look after her and is a long way from needing to know about work politics. Carrie and I love being quiet together, as our peace is always suffused with love. Eventually the baby milks out. Carrie burps her, hooks her maternity bra, puts herself back in her top, and puts the kid down for a nap in the nursery - which used to be my office when my first wife was alive. She returns, and sits back down on the bed, puts her feet up, and says to me, 'Come here, and kiss me.' I kiss her gently on the lips, but she opens her mouth a little and puts her hand behind my head inviting me in for a full-deep kiss.
After a few minutes of this she pushes me away for a moment, shrugs out of her top, and unclips her nursing bra, and she guides my head down to her right breast. 'You look like you need this...' I gently lick her nipple, but she pushes my head in and says, 'no - suck.' I do as I am told, and a little of her milk dribbles into my mouth. 'Better?' she asks me. I nod without removing my mouth. A few minutes later gently removes me from her breast, glances through the door to check the barn is still fast asleep, and undresses. I take the hint and shed my clothes. She lies back down propped against the headboard and pulls me to the other breast and encourages me to suckle her again. I let my hand wander up her thigh until I am gently masturbating her with my right hand, my thumb working her clitoris, whilst I push my index and middle fingers into her entrance. She has a small orgasm, and tells me, 'I need you in me...' She slides down the bed and we make love. Nothing adventurous, just missionary, but afterwards she gives me a naughty look, cleans my cock, then leans in for another deep kiss. As she breaks the kiss, she says, 'I love the taste of us. Perhaps Lizzie will be having a little brother or sister...' Then she lies down next to me and falls asleep.
I lay there, spooned against Carrie, deeply calm, sleepy, and happily wondering how she knew what was going through the dirty side of my mind. That reverie is interrupted by a familiar screaming. It is my turn to see what Lizzie wants! As Carrie stirs, I say to her, 'I have this,' and grab boxers and a tee-shirt as I go and see what Lizzie wants.
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