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The Hind and Her Hart Begin
True story, really.
Sounds almost like some kind of dynamic duo now that I look at that title. Fair enough, in many ways it already was one before that evening 20ish years ago (yes I said 20) I'm about to describe occurred and perhaps became more so afterwards.
When you write a story, even a true one, you're supposed to pick the “person” in which it is to be told and then pretty much stick to that. This one will be in what I call first person FOF or friendly old fart because as I thought about what to say that's how it came out. I've heard it said, “Truth will always be stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense.” Thinking about that could cause a serious FOF divergence so I'll drop it, but this really is a true story whether it makes sense or not.
I'm old enough and experienced enough to have plenty of stories to tell of all sorts. I am also very new to this way of doing it having had my first dare and pics submission accepted and posted for all the world to see just days ago. That still gives me the shivers but oh well. When you click that 'send' box there's a reason you feel the dopamine kick in. No 'overs', no 'take backs' ,she's done. It really hits you though when a few days later suddenly there they are, on the site, right beside all the others and now not only can everybody in the whole world see them, They Really Fucking Are seeing them and depending on what you sent maybe seeing you fucking in them! And then you realize there's an email box beside them and somebody might respond. Wow! But I digress, that's one form of the FOF kicking in, ….. (and they call it rambling...)
We'd been married 20 years that May. That's one of those special anniversaries and we'd had a fine typical celebration with our kids and whatever other family in the usual way with dinner, cake, and lots of visiting. What happened about a week later at my instigation however came about due preparations started at least a month before. My wife and I have had lots of fun just winging it over the years but you have to pay attention not just to the 5P's mantra on stuff like this was going to be but all 6 of them. FOF warning: for the uniformed the 6P's are Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. I had started getting a bit more exercise and spent hours where I could steal them memorizing the important things that needed said and done and the order of that saying and doing. Sometimes you just have to seriously apply yourself to love and romantic sex.
20 years married put us right at the peak of raising kids, elementary, JrHS, and HS all at once for crying out loud, as well as my career and the work of just putting beans on the table. We were happy, healthy, busy and still got along fine in the sack. My analytical mind though wanted to know why if we were at the peak in other important stuff were we not making an equal effort to explore, mature, and peak at romantic love. Good old fashioned “You know honey, this could get you pregnant” baby making sex is hard to beat but we'd already made all those we were gonna so why were'nt we exploring what came next I asked myself. The answer was simple.
Because I hadn't made up my mind to make it happen. Darn, it was going to take actual effort on my part. Fine, so be it, keep your eyes on the prize, and all that stuff, it was going to be worth it. (Spoiler alert: It was!) Besides I knew what my wife looked like under her clothes, having all those kids not withstanding and even more I suspected there was quite a bit of raw sexual energy she'd never yet tapped or was even aware she had. Should be motivation enough for any red blooded guy so I decided, to borrow a phrase, I was gonna do my best to tap that and hope I hit a gusher. (Yeah, Spoiler Alert: It gushed, and still is 20 more years later. Yes I can do the math too, we've been together 40+) That's probably the reason I find myself telling this story in the hope it'll do for someone else what it did for us.
So here's what I did. Really. No fooling. There were two keys to it. It'll seem silly perhaps but the first most important key is you have to truly believe everything you say and do that goes into it. Really. No fooling, especially yourself. Instead of a 'renewal of vows' thing (nothing wrong with those btw but we both agreed ours were still as good as new), without my wife or anybody else knowing about it, I wrote down a sort of married ceremony. It started after dark and the kids were sound asleep and it would last till dawn. It consisted of all the things I wanted my wife to know I found beautiful, wonderful, exciting, enticing and so on about her. Every single thing on that list had specific examples to prove it was true and not just to me but so she should see it as true also in her own eyes. I wanted her to see as best I could what I saw when I looked at her and told her this too in the ceremony. I don't like memorizing stuff but I memorized every single part, word for word where necessary, hence the 6P's kicking in. This was a serious business not just a show. I also wrote down all we were going to do so I wouldn't forget or get it out of order and so she could go back and read it all any time later.
The second key is very likely going to seem totally weird and contrived but trust me, it works! There are a whole lot of reasons why it works but that would be a major FOF moment so I'll restrain myself.
Are you listening? Have I got your attention? The second key is this (drum roll), she is encouraged to make any sound she wants, the louder the better if she wants, but she absolutely cannot speak a word till all is done when the sun comes up. Then the Q & A and after action reports can start but absolutely not until.
The one time she is allowed to say something she is told at the time what to say, when and how. Please note this is NOT about dominance or any of those games. It's to keep things focused and make them stick in both your minds precisely so you can both converse sensibly when the sun does come up. (Ok, a brief FOF moment there.)
I had to tell you all this so the story could have it's full effect and meaning. If this was a TV series we'd break to pick up again next week. But this is TODP so we can go right ahead on, woo hoo. Oh yeah we've now officially reached the “Woooo Hoooo!!” part.
I had told her the day before I had something very, very important to share and do with her the next evening and that she needed to be ready to step outside naked as we already often did to stand together and make love under the stars. I told her I had a ceremony planned to really celebrate the first 20 and all that might still come. I also reminded her of what we had agreed to all those years ago in our understanding of marriage was that my body was hers to for whatever when she needed to claim its use and hers was mine and that for that evening I'd be formally claiming use of her body for our benefit for the whole evening if she agreed but that I could give her no further details till then. You could see the wheels turning in there but the curious, adventurous part won and she said “Yes.” First hurdle passed!
When the kids were truly asleep the next night we sat together in the dark on the bed and I told her I'd expect her to do exactly what I said when and how for the rest of the night till dawn. That if she agreed in a moment I'd claim full use of her for our benefit till dawn. Then I told her she could not speak one word because I had a lot to say and do and it was very important to me I be allowed to get it all out just as I needed to. I told her as soon as we stepped out the door it all started and I would be responsible for the speaking and action. She had no last questions and glory be that curious part over ran anything else and she said “Yes” ,when asked if she was ready. So out the door we went.
The honeysuckle fragrance hung heavily in the air, the moon was about half full and high in the sky, and the cicadas were nearly deafening in the darkness. We walked about 100 feet from the house stood under a tree and simply joined face to face as I pulled her straight up to me and me straight into her. Not only is she exactly the right hight but she was already hot and wet where it mattered the most. Ah anticipation can be a wonderfully useful thing. Without a word I worked us up to a small shiver as I clamped down on myself to forestall a full release. Nice and stiff now and with her loosened up and well lubricated I took her hand and we walked quite a bit deeper into our forest. Talk about taking a dare. I still shudder to think what would have happened if one of the kids had come hunting us. There's a difference between sex ed and sex training and they'd have gotten an eyeful. Sorry, FOF moment.
We walked hand in hand to a clearing surrounded with citronella lamps, an ice chest with drinking water, towels, and a blanket spread on the ground with a tall stump at one end and a short one at the other. (More 6P's evidence.) I told her that very shortly she'd be in charge of finishing what we'd already started up at the house. I told her some of the things on the list, word for word with examples all carefully memorized as I held her hands and looked into her eyes and then told her that no matter what else came of this very special time together I wanted her to learn as deeply as she could that she was beautiful. Beautiful inside and out, through and through, body and spirit. I told her she was going to keep hearing me say it but that in just a moment I was going to lie down, well except for that one part the sight and feel of her had made go vertical. I told her she was going to lower herself straight down over me and then do whatever it took to bring us to climax. I told her she had to do it this way, once she had me inside her she couldn't let me out till I was so limp I could be squeezed out, once she started she couldn't stop, and lastly that this was the one time she had to speak when and if she could because on every down stroke she made she had to say at least loud enough to hear over the cicadas, “I am beautiful!” And if I said, “Louder”, the next would be louder whether it was words or just a sound. I lay down and said, “Begin.” I watched as her lovely leg swung over me and then down she came. She steered me right in with her right hand and away we went to the sound of her sweet voice on every down stroke that wasn't a moan saying louder and louder, “I am beautiful” till we both went off. As she shuddered and I slipped out I took her by the shoulders and said, “Yes you are. I heard you say so.” We both stood and I had her set on the tall stump. As she sipped her water I told her from memory more of why and how she was beautiful in all the ways a woman could be that I had come up with. When I got to the one about how she tasted beautiful she found out why that stump had been cut to a very specific hight. 6P's moment again. I probably looked silly days ago sitting on my knees with my chainsaw beside me and my head held horizontal so I could measure the distance to the ground and then subtract three inches but hey, it paid off now. I knelt suddenly speading her knees as I went down, stuck my face into her muff till my lips and tongue found juice aplenty, and just let myself go. You know she might have made some sounds but I lost track of things till again she shuddered. I rose slowly licking my lips right in front of her and said, “See you do taste beautiful.” When I had wiped my face and had a sip of water I continued with a few more beautiful facts about her till she had caught her breath. Taking her hand I had her stand and walk over to the shorter stump, also carefully measured, and have a seat. When she raised her head after sitting it was to find my now half inflated member bobbing gently right below her nose. I didn't need to say anything. After a gentle touch with the finger tips of both hands and a quick tentative lick she sucked it right in like a hungry calf and away she went. She could get the whole thing in there till it finally swelled up. She seemed reluctant to let go but I had to still her and pull out to be able to get to the next thing she had just prepared us for. I can still recall my amazement as she stilled and let my whole slick stiffened length slide slowly out from her encircling lips. This next was something we'd never done before but reading about it in the Song of Solomon had set me to thinking what a fine way to wind things up at the clearing. I had her stand turn and place her hands on the stump. Then I quoted the relevant verses and told her not to take them off till her Hart was done completely with mounting and servicing his Hind. Since she'd never done this I spread her legs for her, told her her Hart was going to take his Hind now, grabbed her hips and slid right in. Wow was she ever ready. It was hot, sloppy, and juicy in there and with all the room to maneuver a man could ask for. Now it was my turn. It's a good thing the cicadas were so loud and the clearing a good ways into the woods. On ever single thrust in I shouted, sometimes as loud as I could, though toward then end breath was getting a little short and as simple as they were I was actually having trouble remembering the words. But I shouted, on every thrust, “You are beautiful” or “I love you” if it was a slow thrust and one single word or syllable for each thrust as the pace picked up. How often she came during this I couldn't tell you but the Hart didn't stop till he was done. As she straightened and turned to face me I hoped the look of wonder in my eyes matched that in hers as we kissed fiercely and walked back to the house and the shower. Ah the soap and the slipperiness. We hardly ever showered together and this time it sure didn't save any water. I had tapped into something all right. Turns out it was a good thing I had installed sturdy, separate hot and cold faucets because as soon as she had me revived enough she showed me it didn't have to be a stump for the Hind to demand what she wanted from her Hart already so soon all over again and right the fuck now thank you. And all without a word from her lovely lips.
When we had climbed back into bed I told her I was denying myself nothing tonight. I am a very light sleeper, she sleeps like a log. I told her that evey time I awoke before dawn I was going to roll straight over, climb right on top and do my level best to screw her brains out and if the kids heard then they heard. It happened twice before dawn and we traipsed back into the shower and she reminded me yet again we didn't have to have a stump.
The sun came up and I said, “Please tell me it wasn't too much or over the top or embarrassing but I told you I wanted to explore and begin as we mean to go for our remaining years. You can talk now. I want to hear what you have to say.” She had plenty to say of course but only after a lot of hugging, kissing, and even a little crying.
I may be an FOF and she a soft roundish housefrau in jeans or granny skirt to the casual observer but put us in the woods and take our clothes away and we are the Hind and her Hart humping away, having a great time and her now with that tattoo as if I needed the reminder or the targeting information. Still it's the thought that counts.
Any way that's how the Hind and her Hart came to be and why they are still going srong at it today.
/daretobare/stagspice/
The Hind and Her Hart Begin
True story, really.
Sounds almost like some kind of dynamic duo now that I look at that title. Fair enough, in many ways it already was one before that evening 20ish years ago (yes I said 20) I'm about to describe occurred and perhaps became more so afterwards.
When you write a story, even a true one, you're supposed to pick the “person” in which it is to be told and then pretty much stick to that. This one will be in what I call first person FOF or friendly old fart because as I thought about what to say that's how it came out. I've heard it said, “Truth will always be stranger than fiction because fiction has to make sense.” Thinking about that could cause a serious FOF divergence so I'll drop it, but this really is a true story whether it makes sense or not.
I'm old enough and experienced enough to have plenty of stories to tell of all sorts. I am also very new to this way of doing it having had my first dare and pics submission accepted and posted for all the world to see just days ago. That still gives me the shivers but oh well. When you click that 'send' box there's a reason you feel the dopamine kick in. No 'overs', no 'take backs' ,she's done. It really hits you though when a few days later suddenly there they are, on the site, right beside all the others and now not only can everybody in the whole world see them, They Really Fucking Are seeing them and depending on what you sent maybe seeing you fucking in them! And then you realize there's an email box beside them and somebody might respond. Wow! But I digress, that's one form of the FOF kicking in, ….. (and they call it rambling...)
We'd been married 20 years that May. That's one of those special anniversaries and we'd had a fine typical celebration with our kids and whatever other family in the usual way with dinner, cake, and lots of visiting. What happened about a week later at my instigation however came about due preparations started at least a month before. My wife and I have had lots of fun just winging it over the years but you have to pay attention not just to the 5P's mantra on stuff like this was going to be but all 6 of them. FOF warning: for the uniformed the 6P's are Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. I had started getting a bit more exercise and spent hours where I could steal them memorizing the important things that needed said and done and the order of that saying and doing. Sometimes you just have to seriously apply yourself to love and romantic sex.
20 years married put us right at the peak of raising kids, elementary, JrHS, and HS all at once for crying out loud, as well as my career and the work of just putting beans on the table. We were happy, healthy, busy and still got along fine in the sack. My analytical mind though wanted to know why if we were at the peak in other important stuff were we not making an equal effort to explore, mature, and peak at romantic love. Good old fashioned “You know honey, this could get you pregnant” baby making sex is hard to beat but we'd already made all those we were gonna so why were'nt we exploring what came next I asked myself. The answer was simple.
Because I hadn't made up my mind to make it happen. Darn, it was going to take actual effort on my part. Fine, so be it, keep your eyes on the prize, and all that stuff, it was going to be worth it. (Spoiler alert: It was!) Besides I knew what my wife looked like under her clothes, having all those kids not withstanding and even more I suspected there was quite a bit of raw sexual energy she'd never yet tapped or was even aware she had. Should be motivation enough for any red blooded guy so I decided, to borrow a phrase, I was gonna do my best to tap that and hope I hit a gusher. (Yeah, Spoiler Alert: It gushed, and still is 20 more years later. Yes I can do the math too, we've been together 40+) That's probably the reason I find myself telling this story in the hope it'll do for someone else what it did for us.
So here's what I did. Really. No fooling. There were two keys to it. It'll seem silly perhaps but the first most important key is you have to truly believe everything you say and do that goes into it. Really. No fooling, especially yourself. Instead of a 'renewal of vows' thing (nothing wrong with those btw but we both agreed ours were still as good as new), without my wife or anybody else knowing about it, I wrote down a sort of married ceremony. It started after dark and the kids were sound asleep and it would last till dawn. It consisted of all the things I wanted my wife to know I found beautiful, wonderful, exciting, enticing and so on about her. Every single thing on that list had specific examples to prove it was true and not just to me but so she should see it as true also in her own eyes. I wanted her to see as best I could what I saw when I looked at her and told her this too in the ceremony. I don't like memorizing stuff but I memorized every single part, word for word where necessary, hence the 6P's kicking in. This was a serious business not just a show. I also wrote down all we were going to do so I wouldn't forget or get it out of order and so she could go back and read it all any time later.
The second key is very likely going to seem totally weird and contrived but trust me, it works! There are a whole lot of reasons why it works but that would be a major FOF moment so I'll restrain myself.
Are you listening? Have I got your attention? The second key is this (drum roll), she is encouraged to make any sound she wants, the louder the better if she wants, but she absolutely cannot speak a word till all is done when the sun comes up. Then the Q & A and after action reports can start but absolutely not until.
The one time she is allowed to say something she is told at the time what to say, when and how. Please note this is NOT about dominance or any of those games. It's to keep things focused and make them stick in both your minds precisely so you can both converse sensibly when the sun does come up. (Ok, a brief FOF moment there.)
I had to tell you all this so the story could have it's full effect and meaning. If this was a TV series we'd break to pick up again next week. But this is TODP so we can go right ahead on, woo hoo. Oh yeah we've now officially reached the “Woooo Hoooo!!” part.
I had told her the day before I had something very, very important to share and do with her the next evening and that she needed to be ready to step outside naked as we already often did to stand together and make love under the stars. I told her I had a ceremony planned to really celebrate the first 20 and all that might still come. I also reminded her of what we had agreed to all those years ago in our understanding of marriage was that my body was hers to for whatever when she needed to claim its use and hers was mine and that for that evening I'd be formally claiming use of her body for our benefit for the whole evening if she agreed but that I could give her no further details till then. You could see the wheels turning in there but the curious, adventurous part won and she said “Yes.” First hurdle passed!
When the kids were truly asleep the next night we sat together in the dark on the bed and I told her I'd expect her to do exactly what I said when and how for the rest of the night till dawn. That if she agreed in a moment I'd claim full use of her for our benefit till dawn. Then I told her she could not speak one word because I had a lot to say and do and it was very important to me I be allowed to get it all out just as I needed to. I told her as soon as we stepped out the door it all started and I would be responsible for the speaking and action. She had no last questions and glory be that curious part over ran anything else and she said “Yes” ,when asked if she was ready. So out the door we went.
The honeysuckle fragrance hung heavily in the air, the moon was about half full and high in the sky, and the cicadas were nearly deafening in the darkness. We walked about 100 feet from the house stood under a tree and simply joined face to face as I pulled her straight up to me and me straight into her. Not only is she exactly the right hight but she was already hot and wet where it mattered the most. Ah anticipation can be a wonderfully useful thing. Without a word I worked us up to a small shiver as I clamped down on myself to forestall a full release. Nice and stiff now and with her loosened up and well lubricated I took her hand and we walked quite a bit deeper into our forest. Talk about taking a dare. I still shudder to think what would have happened if one of the kids had come hunting us. There's a difference between sex ed and sex training and they'd have gotten an eyeful. Sorry, FOF moment.
We walked hand in hand to a clearing surrounded with citronella lamps, an ice chest with drinking water, towels, and a blanket spread on the ground with a tall stump at one end and a short one at the other. (More 6P's evidence.) I told her that very shortly she'd be in charge of finishing what we'd already started up at the house. I told her some of the things on the list, word for word with examples all carefully memorized as I held her hands and looked into her eyes and then told her that no matter what else came of this very special time together I wanted her to learn as deeply as she could that she was beautiful. Beautiful inside and out, through and through, body and spirit. I told her she was going to keep hearing me say it but that in just a moment I was going to lie down, well except for that one part the sight and feel of her had made go vertical. I told her she was going to lower herself straight down over me and then do whatever it took to bring us to climax. I told her she had to do it this way, once she had me inside her she couldn't let me out till I was so limp I could be squeezed out, once she started she couldn't stop, and lastly that this was the one time she had to speak when and if she could because on every down stroke she made she had to say at least loud enough to hear over the cicadas, “I am beautiful!” And if I said, “Louder”, the next would be louder whether it was words or just a sound. I lay down and said, “Begin.” I watched as her lovely leg swung over me and then down she came. She steered me right in with her right hand and away we went to the sound of her sweet voice on every down stroke that wasn't a moan saying louder and louder, “I am beautiful” till we both went off. As she shuddered and I slipped out I took her by the shoulders and said, “Yes you are. I heard you say so.” We both stood and I had her set on the tall stump. As she sipped her water I told her from memory more of why and how she was beautiful in all the ways a woman could be that I had come up with. When I got to the one about how she tasted beautiful she found out why that stump had been cut to a very specific hight. 6P's moment again. I probably looked silly days ago sitting on my knees with my chainsaw beside me and my head held horizontal so I could measure the distance to the ground and then subtract three inches but hey, it paid off now. I knelt suddenly speading her knees as I went down, stuck my face into her muff till my lips and tongue found juice aplenty, and just let myself go. You know she might have made some sounds but I lost track of things till again she shuddered. I rose slowly licking my lips right in front of her and said, “See you do taste beautiful.” When I had wiped my face and had a sip of water I continued with a few more beautiful facts about her till she had caught her breath. Taking her hand I had her stand and walk over to the shorter stump, also carefully measured, and have a seat. When she raised her head after sitting it was to find my now half inflated member bobbing gently right below her nose. I didn't need to say anything. After a gentle touch with the finger tips of both hands and a quick tentative lick she sucked it right in like a hungry calf and away she went. She could get the whole thing in there till it finally swelled up. She seemed reluctant to let go but I had to still her and pull out to be able to get to the next thing she had just prepared us for. I can still recall my amazement as she stilled and let my whole slick stiffened length slide slowly out from her encircling lips. This next was something we'd never done before but reading about it in the Song of Solomon had set me to thinking what a fine way to wind things up at the clearing. I had her stand turn and place her hands on the stump. Then I quoted the relevant verses and told her not to take them off till her Hart was done completely with mounting and servicing his Hind. Since she'd never done this I spread her legs for her, told her her Hart was going to take his Hind now, grabbed her hips and slid right in. Wow was she ever ready. It was hot, sloppy, and juicy in there and with all the room to maneuver a man could ask for. Now it was my turn. It's a good thing the cicadas were so loud and the clearing a good ways into the woods. On ever single thrust in I shouted, sometimes as loud as I could, though toward then end breath was getting a little short and as simple as they were I was actually having trouble remembering the words. But I shouted, on every thrust, “You are beautiful” or “I love you” if it was a slow thrust and one single word or syllable for each thrust as the pace picked up. How often she came during this I couldn't tell you but the Hart didn't stop till he was done. As she straightened and turned to face me I hoped the look of wonder in my eyes matched that in hers as we kissed fiercely and walked back to the house and the shower. Ah the soap and the slipperiness. We hardly ever showered together and this time it sure didn't save any water. I had tapped into something all right. Turns out it was a good thing I had installed sturdy, separate hot and cold faucets because as soon as she had me revived enough she showed me it didn't have to be a stump for the Hind to demand what she wanted from her Hart already so soon all over again and right the fuck now thank you. And all without a word from her lovely lips.
When we had climbed back into bed I told her I was denying myself nothing tonight. I am a very light sleeper, she sleeps like a log. I told her that evey time I awoke before dawn I was going to roll straight over, climb right on top and do my level best to screw her brains out and if the kids heard then they heard. It happened twice before dawn and we traipsed back into the shower and she reminded me yet again we didn't have to have a stump.
The sun came up and I said, “Please tell me it wasn't too much or over the top or embarrassing but I told you I wanted to explore and begin as we mean to go for our remaining years. You can talk now. I want to hear what you have to say.” She had plenty to say of course but only after a lot of hugging, kissing, and even a little crying.
I may be an FOF and she a soft roundish housefrau in jeans or granny skirt to the casual observer but put us in the woods and take our clothes away and we are the Hind and her Hart humping away, having a great time and her now with that tattoo as if I needed the reminder or the targeting information. Still it's the thought that counts.
Any way that's how the Hind and her Hart came to be and why they are still going srong at it today.
Poster:
Stag Spice
