A Cure for Migraine?

For a while she tried to doze - to ‘sleep it away’ as she puts it. She is fiercely anti-medication, and doesn’t want to take ‘chemicals’ into her body. She hasn’t even been to the doctor for diagnosis. I talked the symptoms over with Tig who looked concerned and said, “It sounds like migraine, but she should see a doctor just to make certain.” 

So, we were in bed, and ‘spooning’. My arm was around her and I think we were both in a state of twilight sleep. (Yes, I can hold her naked in bed without wanting to fuck her brains out.) After about an hour, she rolled onto her back and lazily murmured, “Suck me off?” 

Well….what’s a girl to do? I did consider saying no…..for about a millionth of a microsecond, and then began kissing my way down to the Promised Land. 

I lack the words to describe her intimate scent. Musky, fresh, almost flowery. Think of a freshly mown summer meadow with a tinge of musk…that’s the nearest I can get. If her scent is magical, you should try her taste. I in no way wish to make it clinical, but vaginal lubrication has the consistency of a fine olive oil, perhaps a bit thinner in consistency, and a taste to match her scent, but with a slight tang of salt…maybe that’s sweat…I don’t know. All I know is that on 18th February 1478, George, Duke of Clarence was executed by, at his own request, being drowned in a vat of Malmsey wine, a particularly thick, expensive wine. Well, I could drown here and do so happily. 

My tongue explored every fold, every crease, from the fullness of her outer labia to the intricate folds of her inner labia…from her perineum to her clit, and from her urethra to her vagina. My tongue danced, strolled, penetrated and my lips kissed and sucked. From time to time, I swallowed her nectar and found that each time I did, I was closing my eyes in reverential gratitude. 

Lightly, like two butterflies landing, her hands found my head and gently increased their pressure - a sure sign that her orgasm was imminent. “Come with me.” Her voice was little more than a whisper yet carried with it the almost unspeakable weight of love she has for me. I don’t masturbate when I am making her cum like this. It seems to me to be almost blasphemous to do so. But this time….this time was at her invitation, so who am I to refuse? I allowed my hand to drift between my legs. Although not aware of how aroused I actually was, because all my focus was on my wife, I was surprised to find my panties had soaked through. No, I don’t mean just a small spot of dampness. I mean  ‘soaked through’. My fingers skated over the cotton as if it was silk. Even though she wanted me to cum with her, my attention was all on her even as my hand slipped under the waistband and found my engorged clit. I knew I needed no fantasy, no images, not even any dirty word. 

I felt Emily tense, her thigh muscles stiffened as did her bum and her pelvis pushed more firmly against me. I felt more than saw her tummy muscles contract as she curled up from the bed as her orgasm hit….and so did mine. I came hard into my panties….harder than I have cum for awhile. We just kept cumming….Emily squirting into my mouth, me squirting into my panties causing it to splatter onto the sheets. 

It seemed to,last an unduly long time for both of us. Once it had ebbed, I kissed back up the way I came and wrapped her in my arms. For a while she was still, just her deep breathing and rock hard nipples betraying any indication of what had just happened. Then, in a much stronger voice, she said, “Hey, my headache’s gone!” 

Have I found the cure for migraine? Do natural endorphins do the trick? Few people feel like sex when they’ve got a migraine, but I wonder if anyone’s tried it? Of course, to be scientific about it, we have to try it again. (a few hundred times).

As I type this, I can still taste her all around my mouth….for some reason Miss Brain has just given me an almost overwhelming desire to go and kiss Dani!