Penis Kicking

I guess I’m just as phallocentric as other men (or maybe testicle-centric).

Sometimes Alexandra gently shoves her knee or leg into my crotch. Not forcibly enough to make me wince, more of a gesture. But my masochism always responds to the gesture.

Last night was lots of fun. One thing stands out most deliciously.

She had me lie on the floor, telling me she needed to practice her kicking. I assumed she was going to work along the side of my body. Nope. It was my penis. This was a fantasy come true. (In the early days I wrote a number of sketches about being kicked.)

Mostly it didn’t hurt but there’s something mind-bendingly humbling in feeling a shoe slam into your penis. She also worked on it with a riding crop and wooden spoon. Those were more afflicting. I felt like a pitiable creature whose vocabulary consisted of words like “glorp.”

Naturally my masochism left me wanting deeper pain: what if, say, clothespins had covered my cock. Not that I didn’t worry what my cock might feel like today. It is a sturdy lump of meat and feels no aftereffects.

As is often the case with deeply satisfying S&M I’m feeling appreciative, happy but a little hungry for more time on my knees.

I have three days off from work. With luck we’ll be able to continue the momentum and spend part of those days having kinky good times.