Softies.

I am seeing someone. And been having some of the best sex of my life. I've said this before! I know it. But this time there's a little interesting factoid to add: the guy can't get an erection.

Considering two of my favourite things are 1) silky rock-hard cocks, and 2) sucking them, this is unexpected (but not previously unexplored) territory.

Talking with a couple of lady friends about the situation, they both agreed that guys who don't get it up can be an incredible and blissful lay; they said they would forego penetration in a split second if it meant actually getting the stimulation they need to orgasm. The ladies pointed out that so many guys seem to just endure foreplay, sort of doing it with the atmosphere of a big sigh - like they were doing the the girl fucking them a kindly favour by not just ramming it straight in.

And, well, this fellow - let's call him Ryu - CAN'T just ram it in. There will be no ramming. Not a single ram. His penis is soft and hangs gently, dabbing at my legs, arms, hands as we tangle into each other. He's clearly aroused - and can orgasm no problem; three in six hours, in fact - but penetration is, so far, not a part of the picture.

And, to my surprise and delight, it isn't bothering me in the slightest. He has beautiful, big, strong, brown hands that wields with grace and sexiness, he's sensual and intuitive, and he just so thoroughly enjoys everything that it's hard NOT to spend the whole time rippling with lazy, languid orgasms.

Sliding, pushing, stroking sex with the sliding doors open on a sunny day, curtains pulled and drifting over us...

Grinding, mouthy, hot-hand sex on a full moon night with the sliding doors open and the moonlight spilling in...

It's all quite perfect, really.