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Curing a back problem

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Thompson Posted on: 05 Feb 2004 1 comments
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My back pain cure as it might inerest WL readersCuring a back problemMany years ago I was working in a warehouse filling orders for ladies undergarments. As jobs went it was poor. I was not very clever about the jobs I took and this was perhaps the worst of all. One day as I was stuffing a box of ladies one size fits all panties into a carton my lower back began to hurt like hell. I had never had that kind of problem before and went to a doctor to find out what I should do. I got a prescription for some pain killers and went home. My wife, Jan, came home from her job and found me, in pain, lying on the floor on top of a sleeping bag with a blanket over me watching TV. I was pretty miserable. She was tired and that evening we ate, watched more TV and had little contact. Sex was not even hinted at. I did not move except to bathe and use the toilet. Pain resulted from every movement; sleep lying on the floor while flat on my back was the perfect escape.The sleep was not restful and the next day Saturday I was still distressed and Jan was stuck doing chores while I slept and moaned, a perfectly miserable baby. By Sunday evening Jan was seeing that I was a little less grumpy and her nursing had left her with a motherly feeling of concern. She had moved cushions from the couch and cuddled beside me on the floor. Her attentions drifted from motherly to frisky. The fact that I could hardly move without pain didn't seem to slow her down but seemed to challenge her to get what she wanted..My wife and I had only been married for a year or so and we were still pretty frisky. In those days "frisky" meant that we had missionary style sex in bed a few times a week. Our lovemaking was not imaginative. It involved no oral contact but fortunately we had many years of experience of orgasmic foreplay. We both could come without fucking and she only needed to have her breasts and nipples attended to for her to "go off". We actually "did it" for the first time on our wedding night. Those were the good old days.The one area of sex in which we had vast experience was foreplay. To her eternal credit Jan was a champion in this field. Our years of effort had molded us into patterns of touching that were to us as erotic as anything I see today. I still have never experienced foreplay as erotic in person, on film, or written to compare with those years with Jan. I'm not sure whether it was her doing alone or whether it was the conditioning we went through together that made her so special. But, special it indeed was.I am not sure now whether she planned what follows or whether it happened as a natural consequence of the situation. It was something I have never forgotten. I suppose the arousal may have started as we lay together and cuddled with Jan's breasts pressed against my side. Her breasts were extremely sensitive to any stimulus. My arm was around her and her head was on my shoulder. She had complete access to my body. I had not been wearing clothes because they made me more uncomfortable and she was wearing one of my T-shirts that allowed me to touch her freely. Of course, I was very reluctant to move at all. Jan, however, made up for my lack of mobility. She began by stroking my chest ever so lightly. She avoided my nipples, which were always sensitive, and seemed to have a direct connection to my cock. As she began, I sensed her intentions and tried to relax, to let her take charge, as if I had a choice.My nipples anticipated Jan's touch; they hardened and enlarged and by the time she actually touched them the connection between my nipples and my cock had already produced a very substantial result. I moved my hand resting on her hip to softly brush the side of her right breast, which was naked beneath her shirt. She took a sharp breath and she stiffened as my touch radiated across her body. Her hand moved directly onto my nipple. I followed her move and found her hardened nipple under her shirt and barely stroked it as my hand cupped the rest of her breast as softly as I could manage. She moaned a very deep tone that was almost a growl. Her fingers squeezed my nipple and my stomach muscles began contracting involuntarily in response. Again I followed her lead and pinched her nipple resulting in another growling moan and a long slow contraction of her body that drew her right leg over my groin as her shoulders hunched together.We were both reacting to the super sensitivity of our nipples. As she hunched her shoulders forward her breasts pressed together allowing my hand to be trapped between them in a fold of material. A space now opened between us so my hand could touch her left breast easily and repeat the attention I had given the right one. Again a growling moan was followed by a slow whole body contraction.Jan rose up onto her knees and inched her way between my legs to drape her breasts ever so softly against my cock. Another contraction followed. She looked like a cat stretching with her breasts firmly pressed against my cock and balls, her hips elevated, her thighs vertical and naked below the hem of her shirt. I could look down the neck of her shirt and see her breasts and the outline of my cock through her shirt, a wet spot spreading.Lifting the hem of her shirt Jan gently lowered her breasts directly onto my cock and balls. I could feel the hardness of her nipples but I could not see past the shirt that now lay across my midsection. The technique Jan had perfected was caressing my cock with her breast. This was, to us, the most successful route to our "going of". The number of times we had used this method was a guarantee of success. I must clarify that her technique was not what we usually think of when breasts and cocks come together. This was not tit-fucking, not cock sliding between slick mounds. This was nipple fucking cock, nipples in a wet slippery dance with cock head, nipples pressing against cock and balls, a soft pressing of nipple into the opening of cock, fingers stroking nipples and sliding over and under cock, a little finger tip inserted into tip of cock. It was stimulating to the point of going off, but not that night. After only a couple of minutes of this Jan swung up and kissed me, straddled me and lay her moist cunt along my cock. She then lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it aside. She ran her hands down over her breasts grasped my cock and lifted it up as she rocked upward and guided it into her. The feeling was overwhelming. The sight was overwhelming. I reached up and caressed her breasts pressing the nipples between my fingers. Again, I could see a slow whole body contraction that now included her cunt gripping my cock. I was being ridden. She was riding my cock and I could not move. Her cunt began a rippling, fluttering series of contractions that coupled with her hips riding back and forth along my cock sent her over the edge and she growled again. But her growl turned into words "Oh my. I'm going off. I'm ... I... feel ...mmmm so good. Please keep fucking me. I'm fucking you. It feels so fantastic. Squeeze my nipples harder. Play with them. It's lasting so long. I want you to fuck my tits and spread your juices all over them and fuck the nipples like we used to. Mmmmm, God I'm still going."Well as much as I would have liked to have this go on longer the fact was that I couldn't stop myself if I had tried.. Her words, the sight of her ecstatic movements, her working her cunt on my cock, all were bringing me to the point of going off. This was it, holding both her breasts, seeing her, feeling the incredible rising pressure in my groin, her cunt pressing my balls and cock was, is still too much sensation, too much to put in words. My going off was like being expanded into her. I was not moving just being fucked and giving up all I could give, losing all my control and all my pain. As Jan lay forward and rested her body against me, I was pain free. Whatever it was that had produced the pain was over and gone. All I could feel was love, the warmth of her body and relief. We lay like this for some minutes and said nothing. I wonder if we had known how to share our feelings, whether it would have changed our lives. But, we did not then, or even now, have that ability. In the years that have followed this I have told others of the wondrous cure for back pain. I have never though been able to share my feelings in spoken words. I know that when I have loved, that the love never died and still resides unspoken within me. I know that, whatever happened, those that I have loved are all still loved and that moments of sexual sharing are pale compared to that enduring concern and emotional bond. The pain caused by unspoken words of love endures. I know no cure.