Retaining the Sweetness

Making sex last seems a worthy goal. I recently found a way to carry sexual euphoria into my routine outside the bedroom.

Recently I gave up shaving. Genetically, I am not predisposed to facial hair. But, after two weeks, my lip is covered by a soft, graying moustache.

Happily I discovered that having a moustache enabled me to carry the sweet scent of love's juices right beneath my nose, for several hours after making love.

During a long session of oral stimulation, I buried my face, nose, mouth, chin and two fingers in her vagina, which was already well lubricated from an hour of snuggling, kissing and caressing.

I was thrilled with the abundance of her juices as I went down, tongue and lips ready. I drenched my moustache in her wetness. It was exquisite. A thorough soaking of my hairs, plus her noisy climax, made me so horny I burst with the need to enter her. My patient penis was patient no more!

After making love, slumbering together spoon fashion for a while, she went off to sleep. I extricated myself, reluctantly (I had to pee!) I went about my chores of making coffee, retrieving the newspaper from the box at the end of my driveway. Climbing the stairway to the back door of the house, I took a deep breath, identifying the smell of pine, wet maple leaves, and the frosty air from our pond. I continued sniffing. It took a moment or so to realize, that that additional honey smell, was my pussy-juice soaked moustache, filling my nostrils with the excitement of our sex.

I think I will refrain from washing my face today, so beautiful and pleasant is her scent on my face. Undoubtedly, it will make more more and more horny as the day progresses. I will hope for another opportunity to resoak my moustache later in the evening.

As Jackie Gleason used to say: "How sweet it it!"