Alot of this!
I am giving myself one hour to do a post and check some of your blogs out – which I have been so missing reading and looking at!
My husband has done his back in!!!! So I have been masturbating alot and giving many blow jobs – sometimes at the same time…
Oh the joy of pulled muscles!
Taken another time! After a row I don"t try to be pretty... Definitely no stockings!
We’d had the most enormous row… The sort of argument that brings out the worst traits…
A quarrel that makes you question if you really want to be with that person…
We used to be the sort of couple who had passionate but horrible rows. But that was years ago… We don’t play games with each other any more. I think I used to be the one who initiated friction – maybe because I got a thrill out of it. But then there comes a point where you just have to grow up – and I did! Sometimes we bicker, but nothing serious.
The most recent ‘incident’ can be added to the list of about 5 in all our time together that was truly saddening…
I’m not going to go into detail apart from to say that it was both our faults, but he came out acting much more of an idiot than me…
Later, lying next to him in bed in the darkness, tears were streaming quietly out of my eyes…
We talked some about what had happened and why…
“I don’t know how I am ever going to make it up to you.” he said…
Even though my heart was aching and dispair clouded my thoughts ‘Fuck me every night’ flicked through my mind…
“Oh come here please” he said reaching out his arms. I wanted closeness, but then again I wanted distance. I found myself laying my head on his chest. He hugged me tightly.
‘”Well, there goes that blow job” he said regretfully, but not without a touch of humor.
“Yep, I was thinking about giving you one aswell… Never mind!” (We’d fucked twice in the last few days – I’d orgasmed quite a few times but he hadn’t! So its true, I had been thinking of a nice way to give him his dues…)
We just lay there for a while until I felt something poking gently at my belly button.
“Sorry, its your breathing!” he said. I felt down towards his now very hard cock. I then felt down to his balls, which strangely seemed relatively empty… I removed my hand – maybe it was too soon… But I could feel his hot breath on me and there was definite chemistry…
His hand was on my right ass cheek and it squeezed. Then he began to spank me gently, getting closer and closer to my pussy – which is kind of one of my favorite things…
To begin with it still felt as though he shouldn’t, we shouldn’t be going so close in, so quickly – but it felt good and all the hurt and pain lifted too easily away.
“What do you want?” I asked hopefully…
“Hot sex!”
He was very big and very hard – it took my breath away when he entered. He was deep and urgent in his pounding. I had two delicious orgasms and then he withdrew…
He pushed his hard cock towards my now open mouth. I played confidently with the bulging head. I think its been a while since he was so rock hard and I was anticipating the amount of cum that was going to shoot. Already quite alot of his juices were seeping out…
We were on the bed with him kneeling. I was in front of him with my ass sticking up into the air. I’m sure it looked good from his perspective – but the angle wasn’t great for depth. I encouraged him to lie down and then I had more room for manipulation… Now I could bring him deeply in…
His cock was ramming the back of my throat, my hips moving provocatively (but not intentionally) with my mouth movements – like I’m fucking all over again.
Then I concentrated more on the head – rubbing my lips up and down its prominent rim. More pre-cum oozed out and I remark on it.
“Its like your cumming or something!” and then more seeped between my lips and down my throat…
He doesn’t cum then though – although he does seem extra hard than normal… But I guess there has been a few days of a build up for him…
5 minutes…My lips are tired…
10 minutes… My lips are numb and my neck aches… I bring him over onto his side, so that I can rest my head. He fucked my mouth.
In… out… in out.. times something like 100 (or more!)
He took the back of my head and gently controlled it.
Suddenly it was there shooting into me… cum, cum and more cum. He groaned and moaned and laughed.
I licked and sucked some more until he was totally clean and he was squirming with too much teasing.
I crawled up to him and laid my head on his chest, which I think is one of his favorite places for me.
No tears now, just some whispered kisses and thankyous.
Then sleep, sweet satisfied sleep…
Just to let you lust fueled sexy readers know, that from tomorrow lunchtime, I won’t be blogging too much over the next few weeks due to work ‘stuff’ which I have to focus on. I will be around, but not around if you know what I mean…’Please leave your comments though… I do love them! I’m sure I can make a little time to reply… ; )
Trying to be enticing...
There had been wine for lunch. After one glass, I hid the bottle. Not nice – but I know if he drinks too much then he isn’t up for sex so much… We hadn’t had sex the night before so I felt it had to be done… I don’t think he looked for the wine bottle anyway in the end up…
On getting to bed we had abit of a heavy talk about missed opportunities (his not mine). It started because I was asking him about his mother daughter sex experience. I’ve been wanting to write a post about it – but don’t have enough details yet. This ‘adventure’ happened a long time ago when both his parents were alive and he was young and had all life at his fingertips to do what ever he wanted with it…
I still think he has so much potential. Brilliance turns me on – one reason why I am with him – but he has had a lot of bad luck in terms of non commissions for his writings etc
Anyway we were both feeling abit sad lying next to each other in bed – but my pussy was still needing it. I just couldn’t help myself and pushed my ass into his lap. I then took off all my clothes and rubbed myself against him. Caressing and fondling for all I was worth….
We fucked…
I had one so delicious orgasm…”Fuuuuck…. Jeeesuuus…. daadddy…..oh…oh…God…ugh!” and then he pulled a muscle in his neck…
I asked him if he needed to stop – but he valiantly pounded on…
It took me literally a few seconds after starting again for the second orgasm – deep and low. Mmmmm
The third one was all of a minute…. Not usually this quick – but I was worried about his pain. I think he was soft for this last orgasm – but he was still thrusting and I was grinding myself into him with my hands on his ass making him move just the way I wanted him to…
You might think carrying on when his neck was sore was naughty… but I need to do things like that every now and again…
What I think was really bad on my part though, was that after he rested his neck some and he began to feel better, I didn’t do anything to him. I was tired. He was still anyway and I was waiting to see if he wanted my hands – but usually I go straight in there and help him out. Tonight I just let him lie and then I heard his soft snoring….
This morning he said (not nastily and with a hint of a smile) that I had ‘taken’ and then left him unsatisfied.
I smiled very sweetly back and replied that at least it guaranteed me some action tonight…
Hold ups are quick and easy...
Well, I do feel like abit of a fool… A nasty, but happy fool…
Literally the second after I impulsively published the last post, my phone rang.
Of course it was him…
“I’ve done the main shopping, but I can do the rest later! How long have we got left.”
“About 35 minutes.”
“Ok, I’ll be there in 5!”
“Ooh, I’m just abit excited, but also rather guilty about the ‘fuck off!’ I thought and sent out into the world not two minutes earlier. Never mind – I’m sure he’ll forgive me – I think I’m usually a pretty ‘nice’ person to live with…
I run upstairs. Its bloody freezing! Black hold up stockings, cream and black french knickers and a way too tight smart pencil skirt. He has a penchant for pencil skirts and I’ve been meaning to wear this for a while. But it takes some squeezing to get in to!
He likes the skirt very much and makes me bend over the bed so he can see my ass better. There is a really high slit up the back.
“Oh, that’s handy! Where’s the strap?” he asks. I drape myself across the bed to get it, but find a thicker leather belt next to it.
“I prefer this!”
‘You prefer this?” He hits me quite hard 3 times around my still skirted ass. The last time being definitely as much as I can take.
He tries to take off my skirt – but it being soooo tight I have to help. Eventually we get the darn thing off!
“Oh, I’ve bruised you! Sorry!”
“Oh no, please don’t be sorry. Its good to get to the point where I have to beg you to stop. And I would have had to have done if you’d carried on…”
Time is running out (before kids are home!)
Missionary with a few easy variations, 10 minutes and 3 orgasms later and that will have to do for me now.
He whispered earlier about deep throating after fucking, so I take him in my mouth. We talked the other night about him cumming on my face. The idea is still in the back of my mind…
Ten minutes of me licking, throating, sucking, bobbing up and down the head and he seems pretty close judging from his hard balls and swollen cock. It feels fit to burst.
“Here it cums!” Abit of cum trickles into my mouth, but not much – its like he is having a short climax… He looks puzzled…
We both laugh.
I go to it again for all I’m worth – slightly worried that there will be little knocks on the door soon…
I’m on top and he is lying on his back. I move him onto his side, so he can fuck my mouth and be more in control.
10 minutes later, he cums over my mouth, my face, my hair and our bed!
“Wow, that’s alot!” I say..
“No, just average.” he replies (abit cockily!)
“I need many tissues!”
“Wow, what a sight! You were determined to get it all over your face weren’t you?” handing over said tissues.
“Thank you for coming back.” I say, truely grateful.
“Male preservation!” he smiles…
Another few pathetic tears to hide...
The f*”>+ing b@%^! has just gone to the shops! The kids were all out for once! We had nearly two hours to ourselves to ‘get it on’ for once!
Stupidly pathetic, but I had tears in my eyes which I think I hid pretty well.
He had a headache… he said… which I said I could help…
He felt cold… he said… which I said I could help…
I tried to get to his cock to try and change his mind, but he laughed and pushed my hand away.
I sat at the computer as he was leaving trying to type and appear ‘ok.’
“I love you!” he says….
“Look I’m not rejecting you.Ok?” he says…
I’m staring at the screen rolling the curser round and round in circles (he can’t see this.)
“You’re like a drug addict!” he says… I feel like one – but there’s a difference. Its not in me to go on the street and pick up ‘some,’ if there’s none at home… Not yet anyway…
“I’m alright, just go to the shops and I’ll do some of the typing I need to do.” I try so very hard to appear chirpy and ‘nice.’
“Save your frustration for this evening!” ‘Fuck off!’ I think.
Ooh, no knickers!
He’d had a really short haircut. We were joking around during the day – lots of salutes and ‘yes captains’.
He did look kind of dashing in a soldierish sort of way.
Yes we do have a few sick cruel army fantasies going on, but we’d already been up the night before till 1.30am fucking. I actually thought/felt it would be a good idea to get some sleep…
As usual, I get to bed a little before him, couldn’t find any knickers to wear, and fall asleep. When he comes up, he pulls the covers off and slaps each ass cheek very hard.
“Mmm, marks!” he says going off to brush his teeth.
I shiver, its so bloody cold here, as I pull the covers back up over me. I roll over onto my back – possibly to protect my ass…
On his next entrance he rips the duvet off again.
“Open!” I’m sure I detect a more dictatorial voice than normal… He taps my sleepy yet willing legs and I obediently comply.Three hard hits to my pussy makes me catch my breath.
“Why are you so wet?” he asks in an accusing, yet self assured voice.
I still think that we may have a quiet night. He sometimes torments me to such a point of being turned on and then goes to sleep…
He flicks each nipple and slaps my ass some more.
“Are you going to get me a condom or what?!” (Definitely an order!) I reach down to the floor by my side of the bed and of course I have to linger with my bare ass sticking up, a little longer than necessary. I am rewarded with a couple more smacks.
Condom on and he’s quickly on top of me pushing in.
After a few thrusts he suddenly spits at me full in the face. I’m not normally shocked – but this is certainly one of those moments. He’s pinned my arms above my head, so I wipe my face on his vest sleeve.
“Open your mouth!”
“Whaaat?”
“Open your mouth!” He spits into it. Just before he does and I realize what he is about to do, I worry that I will be repulsed… But its fine – not unlike swallowing cum – but a different texture.
He’s very very hard – so its definitely done something for him…
I’m actually really happy with routine if it satisfies us both, but its also very exciting to be totally shocked and at this very moment I’m reeling in it.
“I order you to cum”! Ooh, definitely a sergeant’s voice!
I have to put some effort into orgasming tonight. A couple of evenings ago he massaged my clit to quite a few climaxes (and then I had to rub a few more out). Whenever I self pleasure alot – penetrative sex orgasms aint so easy to cum by for a few days.
Anyway, trying for me means drawing up my pelvic floor muscles – which must be nice for him. With some effort it does take 5 minutes or so to go over the edge and then the next two are fairly sweet and easy…
To cut a medium story short (don’t want to lose you!) I’m just about to go for a forth when he gets a bad cramp in his leg. We have to stop and withdraw.
He recovers and wanders around the house looking for his wank cloth.
Earlier my two youngest had the job of putting away laundry – now we can’t find various items…
He comes back to bed empty handed. I offer him a pair of my silky knickers, but he declines. I begin to think of giving him a blow job, but mid thought I fall asleep…
Looks like I owe him…
Not too many... just a few...
He said he had a headache… My heart sank…
In bed for sleep, he usually starts off with his back to me and I usually rub my breasts and pussy against him… He doesn’t seem to mind…and it usually gives him a hard on.
After about 30 seconds of rubbing he says
“Do I need to get a condom?” It could be my imagination – or more likely he is teasing me, but he sounds put upon and tired. But I need his cock, so I swallow my pride…
We fuck and its good, but I feel abit shitty at the same time. I think I’m using him for his cock, and although it feels huge and hard I’m worried about his head hurting and him not really wanting to be doing it…
After orgasm 3 my tears are pathetically welling up. He can’t see because we are in darkness. I’m feeling kind of monstrous – like a female spider.
I cum again and again, and again. Its good to be sexually satisfied – but sad isn’t so great.
“You’d better come out now – or I’ll be keeping you here all night” I say reluctantly. He takes out his still hard cock and I dig out the wank cloth.
“That was intense, but what’s the matter?” he asks as I lie on his chest while he arranges the cloth.
“Nothing, really. Well there is something, but can I tell you after?”
“Tell me now!”
“No, please let me tell you after… Its not big or awful, but it is something…” He self pleasures and I help out, licking, sucking, rubbing and scratching where he likes it…
After, I try to talk, but I can’t really find the words to express…
“Are you vulnerable and inarticulate?” He asks (in a Brooklyn accent.)
“Kind of… Its just that I feel like I’m using you and… I mean I know you were hard, but did you enjoy the fucking?” He pulls me closer.
“Of course I did! Don’t you know I was only playing earlier? Silly! I thought you knew that…” I’m getting my words together abit better now…
“I’ve always played hard to get in the past. Well, maybe not played – just not been needing to have sex so much, but now its different. I think I’m trying to ask if its alright with you that I am now always ready for ‘it’. I’m finding it abit overwhelming… Always wanting it… Always thinking abou…”
He kisses me on the forehead and pulls me even closer.
“Is that what you’re going on about? Any man, dead or alive would not find this a problem!”
“Really?” I feel so relieved. rather silly, and sweetly reassured…
The good ole missionary
Tonight I’m happy simply to go in the good ole missionary position – it is afterall the place where I orgasm easiest and most…
2am last night I was rubbing myself up against him. The tingles that go through my breasts are so deliciously zingy… My pussy likes it very much aswell…
“Am I a piece of furniture?”
“Yes, you don’t mind do you?” He guides my hand to his now very large cock. I feel his balls… mmm, very hard – a good sign that I might be in with a chance of a fuck…
‘Now time to sleep!” he says.
“Couldn’t we just have a quicky?” I plead trying not to sound too desperate (with my short nighty and black over the knee ‘bed socks’ on.)
“No, sleep!” He says firmly. A ‘quicky’ for him is about 20 minutes at best, so the good girl in me lovingly sighs and puts her arm around her husband and falls asleep – leaving the bad girl swearing and stamping her feet for satisfaction!!!
We are soooo busy at the moment with late nights and soooo tired, but I soooo badly need to cum, oh at least 4 times…and I don’t need belts or slaps or anything – just a hard fat cock… Oh well ok, a few spankings might do me good…
Cat collar on of course!
I was squatting in front of him (wearing his new cat collar of course!) with my knees spread wide…
He was half propped up against the pillows directly in front of me. The broken belt strap was in his hand.
He started to hit me with it quite gently at first and then a little harder each time…
Pussy… inside thighs… outer thighs,…breasts…clit…
He kept saying how brave I was because I was hardly flinching and just staring him out with a smile on my lips…
It stung alot at its peak. Very nearly too hard for me to take - but not hard enough to leave a mark. I have this crazy desire for him to leave some bright red welts or bruises – but my skin seems to be rather resilient – or maybe he isn’t hitting me hard enough… (and I know he’s going to read this… ; )
Constantly ready for it...
All through the Christmas holidays he would rub my clit, spank my ass, pinch my nipples and pound my pussy whenever he came into contact with me (when noone was looking!)
Possibly irrelevant for this post – but I want to mention it…Every one of the above touches made me release (what I thought) were little horny surprised gasps. They were never put on and had the added attraction of making me feel deliciously embarrassed as they sounded so pornographic in nature…
He’s not doing it so much now (shame!) Well actually he was doing it this lunchtime again – but I mean generally not so much…
Anyway, every time he comes close to me now, I anticipate one of his ‘touches’ and I get aroused – even if he doesn’t make any physical contact – which is delicious, but so unfair… I feel almost constantly wet, helpless and gagging for it. Its like my clit has been trained to jump to attention any time he is within my vicinity…
Well, we didn’t have sex that night, as it was 11.45pm when finally we hit the sheets and I’d been up since 5.30am! Still, there was a part of me that was a little disappointed.
The next morning got up very early and went to the dentist for a check up. i ended up having a really good, but uncomfortable teeth cleaning session. I then drove all the children to where they needed to be for the morning.
As I walked back into the house I was aware that it was just me and my husband in and that we could have sex – This was a fleeting thought however, as there was so much tidying and work to do…
Anyway, I think I was getting some lunch together on the stove, when he came up to me and said “Hey, we’re all alone, we should get it on!” We went upstairs and he slapped me on the bum all the way up. I’m not sure exactly why I find this such a turn on – but usually the harder the better! i was wearing some jeans and he pulled them right up and made me bend over. He then took off his belt and hit me a few more times. He folded the belt up and made me put it between my teeth – I didn’t really enjoy this so much, as I was aware of how white my teeth were now and after all the nerve pain felt abit sensitive about them. The teeth thing, also made me unusually not very willing to suck his cock – so I didn’t!
It took me abit longer to come than normal and I felt like I had to try – about 10 minutes roughly. When I did come,(and I haven’t done this before) I grabbed his hand and encouraged him to hit me in the ribs. He is always slightly gentler than I would like him to be – but although it didn’t necessarily make my orgasm any better it was still a turn on. I had two more orgasms – then it was his turn. We got off the bed and he was standing behind me and I went onto all fours on the corner. It was very deep – definitely a g-spot experience.
We got back onto the bed – spoons position I think… I was playing with his balls and ass and he came about 15 minutes after me – which is actually pretty quick for him.
Good fun!
Half an hour later we are eating lunch….
The kids will be away tomorrow afternoon aswell!…
Well, the afternoon came and the kids were out. I arrived home and my husband was washing up! He came towards me and informed me that the kids were out and we should get it on…
I backed away and said “We have so much to do…” He backed away then and said “Yeh, you’re right.”
I then went towards him and gave him a hug to which he said “Hello!” I said, “I’ll be upstairs if you want me!”
I went up to our bed and then he shouted up “You know you’re right – we really do have so much to do…”
“Ok” I shouted down feeling disappointed now.
Then he came up ‘Get your clothes off” I of course obeyed. For the foreplay he slapped me around abit – a little harder than usual – probably because I guided his hand to hit me last time I orgasmed.
We had half an hour. I made an effort to come quickly – probably just over five minutes. The first coming was quite far back – right inside me – the second one was especially intense – on the clitoris. He came after another five minutes, i got dressed, grabbed the keys and out to the car.
The house was a mess….
Was going to write about having had great sex at 2am previous night and feeling exhausted by it and why did we have to do it etc… But fell asleep!
Its not that I mind him wanking, I just find it quite amazing that we have had sex nearly every day this week and he still finds the urge (and time!) to masterbate!
What does concern me is that for years and years we didn’t have sex – maybe once a month if we were lucky and then we would be listening out for baby sounds…
I had absolutely no libido during breastfeeding.Three children breastfed for about three years each, plus pregnancies in which I couldn’t have sex during the first 3 months of pregnancy due to tiredness and nausia – and then my husband was too scared to have sex with me during the last three months of pregnancy incase he hurt the baby. (We did have a bleed during a ‘session’ in the first pregnancy in which I was admitted to hospital – so who can blame him.) All this adds up to over 10 years!
About half the time we have been together! Thats alot of time without having sex! My husband must have been sooooo frustrated – and he was but he never pestered me – but thank God for wanking – otherwise I’m sure he would have had to have had an affair (or two or three!)
I remember this period of abstinence well. Dried up crusty hankies and socks with tissues in them hidden in every inconceivable place!
I’m truly amazed that the sex we have now is so so good as at one point our love making was rather snatched and nonexistant for oh so very long.
Hormones are curious things….
We will be able to get the funk on tonight! Just to make sure my husband know this, I wear very tight jeans, a push up bra with a low V neck….
What else will I do in order to attract his attention…
I brush obviously against him a few times…
I take off my jumper twice and let my T shirt ride up and linger… to which my husband wants to know if there is a strip show…
In the afternoon he phones up from town and asks my daughter if I want anything from the shops to which I reply “A cockeral” – He knows what I mean…
Just before going to the park with the children, I back him into a corner and grab his balls. I say “Don’t do anything with ‘them’ while I’m out!”
Later I ask him if I should play harder to get? He simpy replies “No – I don’t think it would be possible for you!”
Oh no, I’m starting to feel abit achy – maybe just not sitting properly…No am definitely coming down with something… Could be the lurgy that I was up with my youngest two nights ago….
I guess, I could just lie back and spread my legs – let him to all the work – but it wouldn’t be so much fun then would it?. We shall see…
My dad is staying for four days. He usually takes the kids out. My littlest has become a little bit clingy of late and “just wants to stay with mummy.”
She can sometimes be abit of a handful when the other two are around, but when its just her she’s an angel and its nice for us both to have some one to one. But there is a little bit of me that hopes that she will go out so that I can get my brains fucked out!
Anyway, she decides after lunch that she is going out…
After seeing them all off I see my husband’s 2nd (or 3rd) helping of food on the table. “Don’t eat too much!” I say. “Am I some sort of stud horse? he says covering his plate over for later. “Something like that.” I reply.
Upstairs he whips off his belt. Mmmmm. Then he hits me all over – delicious…Probably not quite hard enough and then it is – “Ouch!”
He’s naked now – very male, very hairy, huge cock…mmm. I go down on him and gag myself a few times (what a weird sound it makes.)
He pulls off my very tight jeans (as quickly as is physically possible!) Then my thong is ripped off me too.
We talk about maths, so his erection can go down a little in order to put the condom on. I keep top clothes on in case anyone returns early etc…
I don’t need any lube I’m so wet.
He puts my feet right up to my head and thrusts into me really deep. He slaps my thighs. I see his ass going up and down and it thrills me to think that he’s moving up and down into me.
I can hardly speak – but just before I orgasm, I say to him “Look at me!” I want him to watch my contorted face completely helpless with pleasure.
I say to him “No means no!” He laughs and I say “I want to go on top.” He laughs again and he makes me come. He then starts playing around with my anus and because there is so much pleasure in so many places it kind of confuses me – I’m on the brink for ages and I don’t come and then I do and “Oh boy!”
We change positions and he slips out. He needs abit of extra help then, so I lick his balls. I lie on my side and he enters from behind. I compliment him on his large cock and hard balls. I think about talking to him about what I could wear for him – which he likes sometimes – but I don’t. He’s asking me if I’m ok? (Of course I’m ok – I’m being fucked!) Then he says “Its taking me a long time today…” No its not – its only been half an hour.” I reply.
Now I get some lube and smear it around his ass – pushing my fingers in, out and around. With my other hand I pinch and fondle his balls and scratch his perinium. His thrusting gets stronger, less controlled and more urgent and he shoots his load.
I get butterflies when he comes…
My husband hasn’t been feeling too good for the last couple of nights – but just before he fell ill, he really turned me on big time – slapping me around, pushing me up against walls etc…
When I’m really turned on and I have to wait to have sex and carry on through everyday life – the only feeling I can liken it to is claustrophobia – there is open space somewhere – but its really far away – you want fresh air right now and you can’t get it!
Anyway, I knew my guy was not feeling 100% – so although I felt really turned on I was not making a move on him at all. Coming up to bedtime I tried to be a really good girl and just put on some boring pyjamas and go to sleep – but of course I found myself rifling through my drawer for something abit more enticing…
I found a tight see through strappy camisole and had to put it on. Some very tight blue stretchy boxers on my lower half.
I lay on my front in my most comfortable position – legs a part – one leg a little bent so that my ass sticks up a little provocatively. Anyway, I did have the covers on and was ‘trying’ to get to sleep.. until my husband comes along and rips the covers off and demands to know
“Whats all this for?”
“Hope.” I say after a pause.
“Have you got everything ready?” (contraception, lube etc)
“No.” I say
“Hope is going..” he says. To which I scramble out of the bed and make a mad dash for condoms etc
“Desperation…doesn’t look too good…” He says….
TO BE CONTINUED… (Husband is back and blog still a secret and have to make lunch for kids etc)
“Desperation doesn’t look too good..” He said. I was at the point where I didn’t care and hoped that at least he would pity my plight…
Pity must have been taken because somehow he’d removed my girly boxers without me even noticing. I tried not to show him how eager I really was and just lay back and opened my legs. He put the condom on easily as he wasn’t fully erect, I then scratched his balls to help him get harder.
I’d been waiting two days for this and orgasmed very easily. He was good at making me come – but maybe because he wasn’t feeling 100% – not as lively as he normally is.
For the fourth orgasm, he stopped thrusting and just pressed hard into me. It was delicious – and I could have had more – but my husband seemed tired and sweetly uncomplaining.
I told him, I wanted to get the (wanking) cloth for him to give him a rest – but asked him to be in me for a little while just to be close…
Often, I play with his ass and balls with my tongue when he pleasures himself, but tonight he wanted me to lie on his chest. So I licked his nipples on and off and used my hands on his lower half.
After he’d come, I was kind of wishing that he was a 2- 4 minute guy and we could have a quick fuck again – but he’s not, so I just cuddled up to him…
Somehow he sensed my need for more and he began to rub my clit. This was lovely, but I actually haven’t masterbated for a while as previously it lowered my libido for cock.
Anyway, I guess I was slightly out of practice and wasn’t able to come as easily as normal… it must have taken at least 10 minutes…But when I did come it felt like I was going through the roof…
I helped his hand sometimes and with my other hand pressed hard into the place where his cock usually goes…
Every now and again, he would flick and play with my nipples. I had 5 more delicious orgasms which now came easily..
I was so sweaty and juicy and very grateful after.
“Thankyou!” I kept saying over and over, until we drifted off to sleep, my arms wrapped around him…
I’m clearing up one of the children’s rooms and bending down to pick up a piece of discarded tissue.
“What do you think its like being me and having to live with this?”
He comes up behind me and grabs my ass. He then thumps me hard in the cunt a few times… I can’t move with the pleasure of it.
“Oh poor you…” says the delicious bastard as he walks off.
Later the laptop is on the bed and I’m bent over checking my mail – I am about to finish when I hear him coming up the stairs.. I linger a while longer and stick my ass out just a little more. He thumps me hard again – this time successively and I feel like I’m going to wet myself and come at the same time. I find myself moaning and almost collapsing on the bed. The sweet bastard walks off again…
Still holding onto the idea of playing hard to get. (I should be able to keep this up for maybe another day…)
I wait (with great hope!) for him to come on to me at bed time. When he does, I am so grateful, I suck on his cock for a good many minutes and won’t let it go…
I normally act the submissive one during sex, but now he is completely in my power. I am lying on the bed and he is on all fours moaning and groaning over me. Every now and again some of his juice comes into my mouth and it makes me feel even hornier.
I try every now and again to take him fully into my mouth, but him being around 8 inches its impossible (for me anyway!) Instead I content myself (and him) by playing with the head – especially the sensitive top underside with my darting tongue. Anyone got a good name for this area?
We’re in the dark and he can’t see me properly and he keeps asking me what I’m doing.
“Why, don’t you like it?” comes my muffled reply. His answer is always a moan…
After a good 10 minutes my tongue is almost numb with fatigue. Time to fuck!
We have to wait for his erection to go down, so he can put the condom on – we talk about his mother…
He feels gorgeously deep and I come four times deliciously easily.
Something unexpected happens then which is abit weird – my orgasm apart from being in my cunt, is also in my hands! I am opening and closing my fingers really quickly and they feel as though they are also in the throes of exctasy… Strange – but nice!
For my husbands coming, he enters from behind. It takes him probably just under 10 minutes of thrusting to bring him to climax. He feels even deeper in this position and I notice my mouth is wide open with the pleasure of it when he shoots his load…
He’s holding my hands and telling me I have to keep my legs wide open. He slaps or thumps my ass, clit, cunt and legs over and over… sometimes its pleasurable, sometimes it hurts, but most times its somewhere in between the two.
I could of course get my hands free – but I always find I’m obedient to where he wants my body to be…
When he hits the place where his cock should go I feel like I’m going to wet myself and orgasm at the same time. When he hits me there successively I get more than usually wet – maybe I am wetting myself…
I really want to let myself go and orgasm and wet myself if that is what is going to happen – but I’m on our bed and my mind kicks in and I close my legs each time.
I then feel his cock and its pretty limp. he’s been concentrating so much on me that he’s not even turned on anymore – soon change that!
I’m struggling with him to get my mouth on his cock – he’s laughing and pushing me away – but I had a taste for it the other night and now I want more!
Ha, got it! Of course it has no choice now, but to grow and grow and grow…
I’m on top of him and the head is swelling big. He’s really very helpless underneath me and his cock feels like it does when its about to come…
My husband usually takes a while to orgasm – used to be a classic sufferer of delayed ejaculation, so I’ve never made him orgasm just with my mouth… But as his climaxes seem to be getting quicker and I do so like a challenge…
I take him to the back of my throat several times, but as gagging stops me from continuing, I concentrate with moving my lips up and down the top half of his cock.
“You’re really good at this!” He sounds almost surprised!
He rubs the base near his balls and sometimes moves my head – but mostly he lets me do it all…
After about 10 minutes – much quicker than I expected he shoots his load into my mouth. I swallow most of his cum, but some of it spills out onto my tangled sweaty hair.
He keeps smiling at me as if he’s won alot of money or something.
“”Thats the most intense blow job I’ve ever had!” (Not sure why, but I felt really proud of that praise!)
He makes to start on me. I want cock in my cunt and know I won’t get that, so I say oh so sweetly,
“Lets just go to sleep”
I cuddle up still feeling very turned on, but all the mouth work must have tired me out, because I soon drift off to sleep…
Menstruation is imminent and we don’t usually have sex during…
This could be my last active night…
He looks terrible though – another lurgy and I’m starting to sniffle aswell – but I still feel ok and soooo horny…
I go downstairs where he is sitting on the sofa with a hot lemon drink wrapped in a blanket. God I feel like such a bitch – but needs must!
“Please.. um.. could I have your cock for just five minutes?”
He looks at me abit shocked,but I must have looked really sexy – or just downright desperate and he feels sorry for me, because his next words are:
“I’m sure that might be possible. Get up stairs!”
Theres no messing about here. Its usually tradition that he takes off my knickers and puts them on the bed post. Tonight I save him the effort and fling them onto the laundry pile.
He puts the condom on before he is aroused and I help him to get hard by playing with his balls and rubbing his anus with my finger..
When he enters me its just so nice! I don’t hang about – 5 minutes isn’t too long. He isn’t thrusting as hard as usual because he’s not 100%, so it takes me about all of my assigned time to climax.
Its gorgeous though and of course I should now be satisfied and go to sleep like a good girl – but now I want so much more. He’s ill though and I should really…
“Please sir can I have some more?”
Oh the second coming came so easy. There’s an urgency in my cunt now which won’t let me stop. The third orgasm is sweetly given. I’m thanking him gratefully and saying maybe now we could stop and ‘Thankyou, thankyou,” but he keeps gently thrusting and another orgasm slips sweetly into me.
Inbetween the thankyous, I’m now apologising aswell and saying softly that maybe we really really should stop, but he keeps moving his body into me and I can’t help myself but have another one…
“Sorry, sorry, THANKYOU!” I moan as the last climax rushes through my oh so grateful body…
Just a little bit more of the evening to be continued… (Have to tidy up house!)
“Look at that on display!” he says of my ass as I walk past.
“It shouldn’t be allowed!” He makes a grab for my butt cheeks and squeezes.
Later he is reprimanding me for every little thing – Pinching my nipples and slapping my breasts and ass for punishment. Needless to say, I am getting very turned on.
Time flies and the kids don’t get into bed until late – 9.30pm. Then there is tidying etc to do…
Midnight we eventually hit the sack. We are tired, but turned on…
“We should get to sleep shouldn’t we?”
“Yes.” I say…
We then play a silly game of trying to get to sleep and then one of us coming on to the other and then sleeping again and the other person turning the other one on etc etc…Its about 1am now…
There comes a point where there is no turning back…
He is hitting my pussy where his cock usually goes and I feel like I’m going to cum and wet myself if I let go and orgasm. Then he’s got his hand underneath me, rubbing my clit and with the other hand working on my ass. I feel like I’m going to climax, but I do so want his cock inside me. (I can see he is very erect so I kind of know what the answer to my next question will be)
“Are you too tired to fuck?”
“No, not at all.”
Contraception etc done and he’s thrusting deep. I’m underneath and its delicious. I bring my legs up to his shoulders and I remark that when we first met, this position hurt like hell, but now that I’m more flexible, I could stay here for literally hours…
He takes my hands and pins them above my head. With his free hand he plays with my nipples. My nipples are REALLY sensitive – ticklish, but also touching them with a hard cock inside me makes me cum really quickly – and I do…
As the orgasm rushes through me, he keeps pounding away and I don’t stop either – there is a moment where it is unbearably intense, but I ride over it and another cumming begins…
I think because it feels just so good, my cunt always wants more and I find my pelvis bucking urgently to get the next climax… Its so close, seemingly deep in my pussy. Then he changes position and my clit suddenly feels to be my centre.
Oh, I cum and my hands are scrabbling all over his back and ass, scratching, grabbing, trying to pull at his hair….
After, I say we should go for his orgasm, but then maybe…ooh…just one more would be nice…He allows me to be greedy!
We change positions, so he is behind me. I keep running a finger from the back of his crack to the base of his balls. With my other hand I pinch his balls all over. I’m squeezing my pussy as tight as it will go…
I don’t even realise that I am holding my breath…
His body begins to shudder and lose control and then relief and ecstasy and I relax with a huge sighing out…
Look!
I was in the bathroom, having given it a clean when my husband comes in…
“Ugh! It’s all wet!”
“Yeh,” I say, “I’ve just wiped everything with a sponge.”
“You need to dry it after – that’s what I do!”
I giggle at his fussiness and he comes over to tell me off (hopefully) with a smack or two…
“Your punishment is not to be punished!” He walks away leaving me turned on, but sorely disappointed..
Later down in the kitchen, I’m putting drops out for one of the children who is poorly. My husband comes up from behind and starts thumping his fist into my pussy successively. I am completely helpless and leaning on the table for support. I feel like I am going to cum and/or wet myself…
“What’s the matter with you/” He says flippantly.
“Fu…uck!” I murmer… The sweet bastard then carries on with the washing up and I take the now prepared medicine upstairs – trying my hardest to concentrate on children’s bedtime.
In the bathroom again – just finishing brushing my teeth. He comes in and hits me in the clit. My body bends forwards with surprise and pleasurable pain. I make a groaning/moaning sound.
“Oh poor you!” says my husband.
He moves me to the mirror.
“Look! Look at that!” I see myself half double up and moan as he hits my clit again. I turn my head away. I don’t want to see myself looking so uncomposed.
“Look!” he says sternly.
I look at myself in the mirror being made to receive this bittersweet pleasure a few more times…
“See you later!” says the delicious arsehole, walking away…
Teasing each other all day...
So predictable, but its late again when we get to bed. We’ve been teasing each other all day – something has to happen…
He goes to sort out something and I fall asleep. When he comes back he rips of the covers. (Of course I’m lying on my front with one knee bent – ass provocatively sticking up somewhat – but it is nevertheless, my most comfortable sleeping position!) He hits me hard on each butt cheek and then thumps me in the pussy. He notices – to my delicious embarrassment that each time he hits me, I push out my ass ready for more.
He begins hitting me successively in my arsehole, which he’s never done before and it is very, very nice!
I wish (only for an instant!) that he was not so well endowed and we could partake in a little buggery. Am I being too cautious thinking an 8 inch cock could cause physical damage – any thoughts on this most welcome…
He starts hitting my pussy and working with my clit – I could cum now pretty quickly I’m sure – but I hold back – I want him inside me…
“Can we fuck?”
“But it’s so late.” he says annoyingly.
I turn on him with a vengeance thinking that I will make him fuck me! I suck his nipples and my left hand works down his body to firm balls and a lovely hard cock. There is a bit of cum on the tip. I must lick it! I then can’t resist from pleasuring him some more..
“You’re just using me aren’t you?” he moans. ‘Not this time baby!’ I’m thinking. ‘It would be cruel now not to carry this through (and I’m enjoying myself as well)
He’s lying with me over him. I try to look at his face every few licks and intakes of cock. He returns my gaze helpless and smiling.
I take him in as far as I can. I will never get to the base – but I try…
I play with the head a bit more, teasing the underside with my tongue. Then I take it in deep again and I begin to gag and choke – for an instant I am not sure why – but then realize the hot cum shooting into me. I make myself relax to stop myself from vomiting and swallow, swallow and swallow…
I lick him clean which he seems to find unbearably pleasurable/painful/ticklish.
He then turns over (after saying thank you!) and goes to sleep!
To be continued… (Writing this in bed early morning next to husband – alarm is about to go off!)
Cuddling up and going to sleep is the last thing on my mind! I’m horny as hell and know that I’m not going to get cock as the sweet bastard who I just made cum in my mouth is now sleeping!
I don’t normally self pleasure, because it seems to lower my libido for cock. But if I do masturbate – I go for it big time – a kind of orgasm binge fest…
My girly boxers are already very wet, so I keep them on. I open my legs, pushing my knees as wide as they will go. My left fingers stay on the outside pushing rhythmically into my pussy while my right fingers slide inside my boxers and begin to circle around and around my clit.
It feels good and my pelvis is rocking in earnest, but someone else (anyone at this point!) would be very nice…
“Can I… just have your hand….please… for a bit…” He knows what I’m doing and in his half sleep gives me his hand. I guide it to my clit and he knows what to do…. It is just so delicious. I’m not sure why, but coming from someone else, I can feel it so much more…
I keep my left hand pounding my pussy and his hand is circling my clit – I simply can’t help but cum after about half a minute. There’s been such a build up, the climax feels like I’m going through the roof…
Every now and again his hand misses the ‘spot’ and I have to guide him back. I have two more orgasms with his help and then move his hand onto my belly. He drifts off to sleep, but I am on a roll…
I am wet with sweat all over and my pants are literally soaked through. I bring my legs together now and squeeze them tight. Not sure how there is room, but I manage to keep pushing my fingers into my pussy and circling my clit with the other hand. I cum again with loud gasps.
Once my body is in the grip of masterbation – orgasm is just so easy – it seems silly to stop!
I lose count of all the cummings I have – probably 9 or 10 – maybe a few more. I am so soaking…
I make myself stop. I have to work tomorrow!
I get up in the middle of the night to pee and I just can’t resist having a couple more orgasms – after all it will be a long time before I self pleasure again… and it will help me sleep…
Ah…Ah…Ah…Ah… AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Pathetic and desperate measures...
Feeling low… Very unusual for me. Could it be hormones? Could it be the early 5am start? Or possibly the fact that I drove back after dropping all the kids off with the wet anticipation of having a leisurely fuck, in which it didn’t matter what I said or how loud I was cumming because no one, but my husband would be in the house!
I ‘think’ this might be the seed of not feeling on top of the world, because on arriving home he had indigestion and hadn’t done any washing up, or anything else apart from look at the computer!
He knew I was ‘up for it’ just by looking at me, but had the cheek to say there was ‘loads to be done around the house!’
I know he suffers from heartburn etc – but maybe he’d had a wank, so didn’t need it as much as me…
It always used to be him that had the greater sex drive – but now it seems to be me – A dose of my own medicine perhaps! God how I’ve made him suffer during the years by not wanting sex as much as him! But now I crave – my body is trying to make up for lost time… Pathetic and desperate measures make me pull my jumper off the shoulder if I am about to meet him in the house. Tight jeans – even tighter – I could go on…
Yes there is alot to do in the house and maybe he hopes to have sex later… But an empty house! What a lost opportunity!!! I am so frustrated!!!
To be continued… in a much more positive post!
Pathetic and desperate measures...
10.10pm
“You know where I am if you want me! You have a 20 minute window!” I say as I go up to bed…
I doze off…
I wake up with him ripping the warm covers off me. I look at my watch.
“Sorry, you’re six minutes late!’
“Oh, really?” he says very confidently.
I begin to pull the duvet back over myself and he punches me real quick in the pussy. Woah! I wasn’t expecting that. I take a sharp intake of breath. I am really tired after having got up early, but after that hit below the belt…
He then lands on me and won’t let me move and proceeds to pinch my nipples, roughly rub my clit and thump me in the pussy ( I know this isn’t everyones cup of tea) but if he carries on I feel like I’m going to die…
He throws over the lube and for some reason it ejaculates all over my hand. There is loads of it. I use much more than usual and the spare I rub on his anus with some teasing finger play, which of course makes him rock hard!
When he enters me its soooo slidy… Not sure if I really like it so slippy, but on a positive note I think anal sex might be a possibility with oodles of lube.
Slidey up and slippy down…. He’s doing some sort of kinky circular grind – which I try to match. Mmmmmm, I’m so close…. I hold back…. I want this delicious plateau to last a little longer…. Then I give in to cumming and I’m moving around like crazy…Trying not to make any noise…moaning, head thrashing from side to side, grabbing and scratching, flinging my arms around as the orgasm seems to shoot into them as well…I poke my husband in the eye with my thumb.
“Ow!”
After he has recovered and starts grinding his hips again, I cum almost immediately – a bit calmer this time…and then another one…
My legs are on his shoulders now and I’m thinking just one more would be nice, when..
“Mummy!?”
“Yes, my love?” I say as I take my legs down and a lovely stiff cock slides out from me. Little footsteps… and within seconds, the youngest is sound asleep between us…
Yes, we could probably move the little beauty, but it’s such a peaceful sleep - just wouldn’t seem right. I’m almost ashamed to write the next bit – I’m feeling really tired and satisfied enough to leave him to his own devices… (Also I’m pretty much guaranteed a fuck tomorrow night if he doesn’t get his kicks this evening!) Ooh, I’m such a bitch!
I know he finds me a turn on
I know its happened before, but there’s usually a physical reason, but when his cock went soft this time – there was no indigestion etc
At first, I thought of not writing about it – maybe out of embarrassment for myself, or maybe because I envisage that one day – he might read this post – by consent, or mistake…
But I set out to make this an honest blog. Also on reflection, a cock going limp isn’t actually that bad…
I have always felt that women have a huge advantage over men during sex in one respect. If it ever happens during sex that we start thinking about the car needing to go to the garage, or if we’re worried about whether we are pleasing our partner enough etc – no one need know. Guys on the other hand have a very obvious indicator as to whether they are enjoying themselves sexually (or not!)
The other thing about a soft dick is that a women may get insecure about how attractive she is. Ok there was a little niggle at the back of my mind racing around thinking – is it me? But I know he finds me a turn on and I’m very confidant in my body and I feel attractive etc – don’t get me wrong there are a couple of things which I might like to change – but on the whole, I feel very lucky with what I’ve got! And I’m a damn good fuck!
At the end of the day we’re all human and not just love machines…
To be continued… the finer details etc
Skimpy T shirt nighty thing.
Another very short, T shirty, ‘nighty’ thing and knee high socks. Felt very cold – but needs must!
I walked around abit and lay on the bed. He didn’t notice me at first…
“What are you wearing?!” he laughs in a ‘wow, but are you mad’ kind of way…
“Just my night clothes with some warm socks.” I say casually.
“Anyway, I’m not well and going to sleep – whatever you’re wearing!”
Mmm, now is the time to pounce…After all – the next few days will be sex free due to menstruating etc
I put my arm lovingly around him and then place my cupped hand gently, but firmly around as much of his limp cock and balls that I can…
“Oi!”
“I’m just wondering how you’re feeling?” I say, teasing his cock to attention.
Meanwhile our eldest gets up for a night pee. I retrieve my hand as husband goes to check in case said child maybe sleep walking…
Having not slept aswell as I should have of late, I suddenly feel incredibly tired and begin to drift off…
I see him getting a condom out of the cupboard.
“Maybe we should just go to sleep.” I murmer…
Will be continued – must go take youngest to a class…
Skimpy and cheap!
I was nearly asleep when he took the covers off and began to pull off my knickers. I tried to bring them back up and he took them down again. I made one more attempt at some (mock) modesty, but he got the better of me and took them quickly off.
I began to pull the covers up and he pushed them aside and roughly opened my legs and put his cock near my opening.
He starts to push in…bliss…
Sometimes I don’t like him touching my nipples, because they can be sensitive to the point of being ticklish… I decide that I will allow him to do anything he wants to do to me/or with me…
This little decision turns me on… He plays with my left breast and the fact that it tickles and I still let him carry on turns me on even more…
He is very stubbly at the moment, so I don’t kiss him as much as I would like to. Instead I lick his neck and nibble his ears and push him up every now and again to suck on his nipples. He’s thrusting and teasing – every now and again pausing mid way in – which drives me crazy!
“You’re good!” I say…”Very good… Oh…” I start to cum…
“Fu…uuu…cckk….me!….me!..me!!!!” So, so delicious. Right deep inside. I lie still for a moment… I feel spent.
The next cumming doesn’t take too long – but it feels like ages. The centre of pleasure has moved to my clit and I am right on the very precipice of orgasm – its like the first shoot of climax is starting, but the rest of it doesn’t follow on and this carries on for it must be at least a minute of the sweetest torture on this earth….and then oh boy! I am dying!!! That was what they call a whopper!!!
I say to him that as he’s not 100%, we should go for his cumming – but he graciously starts grinding his hips some more, slapping me round the face and hitting me in the ribs – moving me to that point beyond.
He then moves to come in from behind, I ask him to pass me the lube. I spread it around his arse and my middle finger slips easily in… so easily in fact – but I’m gentle, as I’ve never been this far before – sliding up and out and up again and down.
His cock is sooo hard and he’s already losing his control.
He stops while I play with his ass some more – then a minute or two of thrusting. Then he rests while I play. He can’t take it anymore and cums hard while I pinch his balls and wriggle my finger almost all of it inside of him…
Mind the prickles...
Time of the month has just finished as of last night! Yes! (Thus no posts for the last few days…)
During the day I went out, flinging one of his freshly laundered (wank) cloths at him.
“Don’t use this when I’m gone!”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know…”
“No I don’t!”
“I just mean we might get it on later…” Oh dear, he’s a bit prickly! I think he’s getting sick of me telling him not to jerk off (when I’m not there!) I make a mental note not to mention anything of this nature for a while… Its just that if he self pleasures, he tends to take a ‘lot longer’ to cum…But I guess a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do…
He says I have this mad idea of him sitting around playing with himself whenever he’s alone in the house. Well, yes… I do sometimes have that mental image – and I don’t think I’d be able to resist playing with such a nice cock!
"Do you want to see my new knickers!?"
‘Last night’ began with two very hard smacks – one on each bum cheek, whilst I was clearing up the dishes…
I say hard, but I just felt them as pure pleasure. He wondered after if I was ok – as his hand hurt.
“Not sore at all, but very nice!” I said.
Later on the bed he was looking at the laptop. I lay on top of him.
“Do you want to see my new knickers?”
“Uh…Ok…”
They are ready in the drawer. They look a much brighter blue than I remember in my rush home from work to the children. My judgement must have been slightly clouded as they were such a bargain (and I mean really cheap!)
“They’re really bright!” He says. Mmm they aren’t having quite the desired effect, so I turn round and stick out my ass at him…
“They look really nice though!” he says going to the cupboard of contraception. (That’s more like it!)
I will skip over the initial niceties of our fucking – but needless to say, he was hard and deep to the point where it was a little bit deliciously achy for myself… I had three gorgeous cummings and was literally on the pinnacle of a forth when he suddenly stopped! He had bloody indigestion again! And I was soooo close! My body was screaming out for completion! ‘Greedy!’ you may say… Yes, possibly…
But in my defense… A woman in a similar situation might understand, but a man… Well maybe for a man, it’s like you’ve just fucked three very sexy women and then a forth walks in the room ready to be ‘taken’ She opens her legs and you are about to have ‘lift off’ when she closes them again and doubles up with a tummy ache! Ok, ok, I’m rambling here and its not really a similar scenario at all – but you get my drift! Anyway back to what happened…
The incredibly understanding, angelic etc girl in me said,
“We should change positions so you’re more upright, then the heartburn won’t be so bad. I’ll turn around as well so you can cum.” (The bitch in me was of course screaming and stamping her feet – but for now the good girl won…)
He’s behind me now and I’m playing with his arse (hole).
“Go easy!” he says. Maybe I nicked him with one of my fingernails which are just beginning to grow…
He is starting to lose control and his balls are swelling as is his cock. I scratch his balls.
“Not so rough!” I try to be more gentle… He is the first guy I know who likes ‘scratching’. I never did it before my husband. Amazing how everyone is so unique in their likes and dislikes…
He stops for a moment – I hope I haven’t hurt him and worry that his momentum for cumming has been lost… But when he begins thrusting again he’s just about to shoot his load. I rub his perinium as he cums – which seems to drive him wild!
Just to say I am away for the next few days – probably with no internet access at all! Will catch up with comments, blog reading and emails on my return. Thank you for reading!
I have been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award twice!
Firstly, before I went away by the very sexy vixen writer of erotic fiction Scarlet DuBois. Thank you so much for nominating me! You were one of my first subscribers and yours was the first ‘hot’ story I read online. I felt so flattered that you had subscribed as your writing was top quality!
The second nomination on my return was by Der Erzahler. Sends out many horny pictures and a very experienced writer of erotica who often gets me turned on!!! Thank you!
Here’s how it goes:
1 Thank my nominator(s) (above) and link to site.
2 Nominate up to 15 blogs that excite and delight me and tell them that I’ve done so.
3 Write 7 things about myself that people might not already know…
My nominations are:
Just before I left I got the message from Scarlett that I was nominated. One of my nominations was going to be derserotica. So I am going to keep this nomination! I never really looked at porn before I started blogging – now thanks to Dererzahlerc, I get daily postings!
Scarlett Du Bois is a married woman with possibly a greater sex drive than my own! Her blog A True Unfolding has much erotic writing, true life experiences and is just so well written and hot. She is simply going to have to be another one of my nominations! Oh yes, she has a wonderfully interesting naughty list!
Terriblytorn13 has been right at the beginning of my blogging career (all of three months so far!) She is married – not very happily – but somehow trying to make it work. She is having a long distance affair and is so cut up with what she is doing. I really feel for her and hope it works out!
Thomas or the T is the author of Morning Wood a very eloquently written blog. This guy is a real man, but his wonderful writing is right from the heart – and he’s not afraid of it! What can I say…Ooh if I weren’t a married woman…
You know when you read something and you think “We’re not worthy!” That’s how I feel about Best Bathroom Books. Les writes just so effortlessly. Its funny and from a higher intelligence – which I can never hope to aspire to.
Lost in Nevada - The first person to ever click my like button! This man and his wife have recently joined the ‘swinging’ lifestyle. Fascinating… Many other random and interesting thoughts/photos/music… He seems to be a genuinely nice guy as well.
2Passion – This man is in such a dilemma. Married not too happily now – all the children have grown and gone. He is having an affair with a very sexy woman who he wants to leave his marriage for, but all the people he will hurt…
The Postman Always Rings - This guy is lovely – He is an IT consultant and a graduate in physics. His blog is full of very hot writing – but he doesn’t write just erotica (although he’s very good at it!). He hasn’t posted for a while due to the business of life – but we wait in great expectation for when he feels inclined to put keys to pad again…
Shining City on The Hill – Very good writer about life, politics, art, erotica and everything. Some very good poetry (He is a published poet!) Well worth a visit.
Blacktruths is written by Prettyroundbrown. She is sassy, sexy and too the point. Fascinating sexploits!
I am a very new subscriber to this blog A Smile like the Sun written by Huff - but from what I have seen so far this is funny, cool, sexy and well written. This guy is in NZ (and he’s the same age as me!)
My last but not least nomination is for a young woman called Marie. There is a lot of passionate writing in this blog filled with much pain… Lost in the Arms of Destiny
Ok, 7 things about myself:
1) I’m very good at cooking – especially rustling something up from nothing.
2) When on the dance floor I can let go completely – sometimes like a wild gypsy – not for the fainthearted – but people watching often ask if I’m a trained dancer – so it can’t be that bad…Can it?”
3) I can’t sit still, I always have to be doing something.
4) I fell out of a tree a few weeks ago (not too high!) and last week I nearly fell off an elongated ropeswing which I was pushing to its limits – I slipped, but managed to hold onto the chains – but have some lovely bruises to show for my folly…
5) My first sexual experience was with a girl age 13. We kind of fell in love…Will maybe expand in a blogpost…
6) If I’m dreaming, I will jump on anything in trousers. I usually then cum much quicker than in real life – in about 15 seconds.
7) I never wanted to have children – then there was such a whole body/soul urge to procreate. I now have 3 and would never turn back the clock! (3 is happily enough though!)
He came downstairs just as we were about to leave wearing only a towel. – Very hairy and very male… My urge at that moment was to fall down on my knees and give him head – but I couldn’t – the children were waiting and we were already very late…
I did however keep this image in my mind and the urge was still there…
The next morning we were at his mother’s house. In the bedroom I tried to pull him over, grabbing at his belt. He uncharacteristically behaved rather coyly and said the neighbours might see us…
He went out of the room, leaving me feeling a tiny bit hurt… Two can play hard to get, I thought… He came back about 5 minutes later. I think he’d just figured out what I had been about to do…
I was now ready for some yoga and was standing ignoring him with my hands in prayer position looking (I thought!) rather angelic. I did a few salutes to the sun – talking to him pleasently enough – but not making any advances towards him…
The tables were turned and he definitely knew what he’d missed out on. He was now very horny and going to try and get me back onto my knees as soon as he could…
He was doing all the running now and it was delicious. Slapping my ass at every opportunity – sometimes when his mother had her back turned – luckily she’s pretty deaf. He kept pushing me up against walls and rubbing me hard. Mmmmm…
Later I was in the bedroom and he was downstairs..
“Can you bring me my notebook please?” I called down to him. He very kindly came up with it.
“Just turn off the light if you don’t want anyone to see.” I said. He obediently clicked the switch.
I undid his leather belt and tried to undo his zip – it was stuck. He helped out a bit…
His cock was already massively hard, so I carefully took the band of his boxers over the ‘protrusion’. Trousers and all were now around his knees. I was surprised at how ready he seemed – although reading this over – fool me! His balls were very full aswell and definitely ready for some action.
I tentatively licked the head, as I sat on the edge of the bed…
I took him into me as far as my mouth would allow. I could hear him moan as he rebounded against the back of my throat. He brought me to my knees and gently held the back of my head pushing his cock in and out of my throat. I gagged then and retched – luckily nothing came up.
I pushed him away a bit so I could recover…
He pushed me back then, so my shoulders were on the bed – his knees either side of my head. I felt pinned down…
I love to see his face when his cock is in my mouth. He laughs when he sees me looking up at him. We come back off the bed for a moment and I take his hand and move it to the base of his cock.
“Why don’t you lie on the bed – you’ll be more comfortable?”
Ooh yes!
He sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. I put my lips around the rim of his head and move up and down with the flat of my tongue rubbing the dainty sensitive spot. I’m gently scratching his balls and playing with his right nipple with my other hand. He feels so close…
“Here it cums…” I wait to swallow, but there’s a little delay and then it shoots out into my ready mouth. I swallow and lick, lick and swallow…
When he is completely clean I put my mouth around his cock which is still ready and hard – This seems to drive him wild…
“Mummy?” Little footsteps coming up the stairs…
“When is the Simpsons on?”
‘In about 10 minutes” I say
My husband is sitting on the bed with his shirt hanging over evidence…
“Let’s go downstairs.” he says to middle child. I read a story to said child and husband gets himself together.
Just as they leave the room I say,
“That’s a thank you for bringing up my notebook!”
I pick up the notebook and open its pages ready to write some very exciting events….
Girly and sexy?
I normally don’t like wearing clothes that are too big for me – Did the baggy thing in my teens and some of my 20′s. Now I’m so happy with my body it has to be close fitting attire most of the time!
Anyway, I put on this white, kind of baby doll dress nighty, which is a couple of sizes too big for me – but very short. I am hoping it makes me look girly in a sexy sort of way.
I then choose some cream and black ‘fuller’ knicker style – which he seems to prefer – opposed to a piece of string – which I guess is more ‘in your face’ kind of sexy.
There.. I was ready, but he is downstairs on the computer…
I make some really loud light clicking turning off sounds and a big audible bounce into bed… Great! I can hear the laptop shutting and then his footsteps…
I smile at him as he comes in and then turn over as if going to sleep. He pulls the covers off to reveal what I am wearing…
“What’s all this?’
Not so in your face!
“My nightwear!” I say, pulling up the covers. He pulls them off again and then punches me in the pussy. Delicious! He jumps on top of me, pinches my nipples and hits me in the ribs. In the excitement, I mistakenly elbow him hard in the knee…
He goes to the toilet and gets into bed turning away from me. I bite his back softly a few times.
“Don’t do that please!” I’m not sure if he is joking or not…
I turn my back to him and he asks if I have all the contraception ready!?
“No, I thought you were tired.”
“That’s why you got all dressed up then?” (The cheek!) He turns round and gives my pussy such a pounding, I think I am going to cum and/or wet myself.
He turns off all the lights and puts on a condom. I lube up quietly and then wait for him as if I am sleeping. I love the idea of him fucking me when I’m not awake and haven’t given my consent. He pulls off the covers (again!) and roughly opens my legs.
The fucking is bliss. He feels just so hard to the point of aching . As we haven’t got it on for a few days its too delicious and I cum very quickly bathing my whole body in hardcore pleasure. Orgasm two comes straight after – deep inside me. Three, four and five make me buck with urgency for the sweetness of more – I feel it much more in my clit.
He moves to behind me to go for his cumming. It is gorgeous – right on the G spot. He’s hanging over the side of the bed pumping away vigorously. It is soooo horny and then he goes and wallops his head on a wooden chair! We stop… (He’s abit of a wimp when it comes to pain – but it was abit of a bang.)
He ends up self pleasuring.
I lick his nipples and work my hand lower… After about 10 minutes of no cum I think its about time!
I suck one of his balls, taking it fully into my mouth, sucking gently, slowly and deliberately. Then I take the other ball and do the same. He cums!
Oh my God, oh my God! He went down on me!
For those new to these pages my husband has not gone down on me for about 19 years… I was relatively young when we first got together and distrustful of my body – so didn’t want him going down there in case he didn’t like what he smelled or tasted… So, to cut a long story short ‘it’ has simply not been on the agenda…. Until last night!
A few weeks back, I shyly (yes, I know abit out of character!) said to him, that it would be nice if he gave it another go at some point – the first time, definitely after a bath…
It was 12.30am and I was really very tired, but he was obviously very horny. I could have easily gone to sleep, but his rubbing and caresses and slaps and punches kept me awake…
Anyway it got to the point where I was sucking his cock and then I thought ‘Hey! I had a bath this lunchtime!
I began to take off my knickers (which is totally against the norm of things, as he usually has the honor)
“What are you doing?” he asks… I couldn’t say what I was hoping to do for a moment out of shyness (again!) We did have a conversation the other night about whether or not as a couple we would fit into an easy or awkward 69… so I reply:
“I was just wondering if we would fit in a 69…”
“No, just lie down and spread em!”
Of course I immediately obeyed and spread my legs. I was scared and excited and turned on. It was a kind of ‘first date’ sort of feeling. Although I’m sure I’ve never done this on a first date!
I’m quite naturally not a hairy person (on my body not my head!) but there is some hair …I’ve offered to shave below – but he’s never wanted me to.
So he gently moved the hair away and I think I’m holding my breath in anticipation. Then he opens my lips and then his tongue goes in and touches my clit… and I moan with what can only be described as delight! OH BOY it is so so delicious! I remember to breathe every now and again, in gasps and pants – but mostly I continue to hold my breath.
He twirls his tongue around my clit, he sucks..
“You’re really wet! he says. (Who wouldn’t be?!)
He sucks again… He’s good… Really good!
I know I’m not experienced in receiving thus, but he is a pro.
We came together when he was 25, so he must have come down on quite a few women before me – evidence suggests this to be true! (He was abit of a slut before me!) So there must be females out there who he’s ‘tongued’ more than he has me…Ooh, I’m abit jealous – in a kind of turned on way – especially as he’s sooo good!
I resolve to change this imbalance asap, but for now I call him up. I’m not going to go for an orgasm this first time.
We go on to penetration. I’m not going to elaborate apart from using my favorite word ‘delicious’ and on my first cumming I cried out,
“Fuck me hard!” and he did!
Just to let you lovely people know that I have 4 projects to get on with which are going to take up alot of my time for the next few months (money is a little tight at present!) So I am going to try and be really disciplined and not blog more than once a week! This is going to be very hard for me as I love writing these posts sooooo much – but needs must! Thank you for reading!!!
Lots of seeds!
You know that moment when sex is inevitable…
The fuck might happen moments after… hours, days, weeks, even years sometimes… But that moment is always delicious – whether you are fully conscious of it or not…
I remember my very first fuck seed was planted when splitting up with my first ‘proper’ boyfriend age 15. The moment that I thought I’d lost him showed me how special/horny he really was. I knew then that he had to and was going to me my first cock inside….
I have lots of fuck seeds now… This one happened yesterday afternoon:
We were having a disagreement about something – I can’t even remember what now… I was being particularly stubborn in a flirty sort of way…
Suddenly he started rubbing my clit nicely hard. I doubled up with the shock and pleasure of it.
The kids were around, but he managed to do it without any of them noticing.
“Haven’t got any answers now have you?” He says cockily walking off. He’s right though (the bastard!) I couldn’t speak out of pleasure and trying to keep it together in front of the kids!
Will try my very best to get into his good books later!
My husband does most of the washing up in our house. I’m not much of a perfectionist when it comes to dishes, which has made him take over this most skill needed task. I think my husband has slight OCD tendencies when it comes to anything to do with water – washing up being no exception!
“Why did you put the dish with all that melted cheese in with all the other washing up?”
“I wiped it first!”
“Did you? Did you really? Don’t do it again! I REALLY MEAN IT!” He didn’t shout that last bit, but there was so much intention behind his words, I just felt it right to put them in capitals.
Anyway, this reprimand (my idea of domestic bliss) made me go quite weak at the knees – which I was rather embarrassed about – seeing as he wasn’t fooling around and ‘really meant it’.
I began to quickly stir whatever was on the stove. He surprised me then by coming up close and whispering into my ear.
“Not everything is a prelude to something. I heard your little sharp intake of breath…”
I’m wet now and he knows I am…
The children burst in at the door and that moment is gone. Mmmm… will have to try my very best to get into his good books later!
(Will let you know what happens ‘tonight’ when I am back home in a few days)
I was nearly asleep, when I felt the covers being pulled off me.
A match made in heaven?
He slapped me really hard on the ass. I was still dozy, but I think I yelled out and pulled the covers back up.
Every time he came into the room in between his teeth brushing and toilet, he would pull the covers down and slap, pinch and/or rub me somewhere. It was very very cold. When he finally, after much delicious torture got into bed beside me, he became even more relentless with his nipple pinching, pussy pounding and slapping of my ass. I was so turned on – whether I liked it or not!
When I’m in this state, I really feel like I will do anything for him…
One of these anythings is sucking his cock…
I did and he came really quickly – I think I’m getting quite good at this art!
I actually felt fine going to sleep without any relief for myself – I must have been really tired!
I was cuddling up to him for sleep and he decided to impart this important information to me:
“I know how to get you to give me a blow job – its just so easy! Its imprinted in my memory bank!”
With that he fell asleep.
Strange to feel really slutty (in a delicious way!) and after so many years of marriage – seems to be happening more and more….
A match made in heaven?
Kids are out and I’ve made a nice meal…
Making it worth my while!
We are eating, but not talking much…My mind is wandering – as it does – some of it is about sex – but not all…
We often giggle and joke about – but now there doesn’t seem much to say…
The thought crosses my mind for a moment, that we are like a boring couple who don’t have anything to talk about…
Food over and I bend over to pick up the dustpan and brush. I stay down a few more moments than are absolutely necessary…
He comes over and slaps both ass cheeks very hard… Delicious!
“You don’t really have to bend over for so long do you?”
“It wouldn’t be worth my while otherwise!”
Anyway 3 minutes later we are fucking deliciously as quickly as we possibly can. Then I dash out fast and pick up the kids on a very happy high…
Makes me feel like a little girl...
I can’t help myself from thinking about last night… Butterflies in my tummy – lots of them…
Sometimes I think its just weired… How long have I been with him? Still acting like a school girl…
But he was just sooo big! Bigger than normal somehow… Maybe thats all it comes down to. A big cock!
But I’ve always believed that its what you do with it that’s the important thing… Really I do!
It was freezing cold in our room – but on opening my legs he just got bigger and bigger and…
When he was inside me, he just felt enormous. There was no trying for cummings, they just slammed into me sweet and easy…
This is one of the fucks I’ll never forget…
Deep, deep inside, aching, painful sometimes. Friction of rubber against skin…. Burning…
He made me feel tiny, like a little girl, yet all woman!
Pinned down….fucked…. relentless delicious thrusting….made to cum again and again…
I moan with pain and delight – sometimes “Ow!” escapes my open lips….
He asks if I’m ok…”I thought you said ow?”
“No, I didn’t!” I lie. He’s worried about damaging me inside before, but I don’t in the world want him to stop – So I’ll never tell him the truth about how it does hurt sometimes…
He doesn’t need to hit or slap me (although he can if he wants…) I am already completely at his mercy…
“F’s got a rash under her eye, can you check it out!” I drag my tired body out of bed and look at her sleeping arms, belly and legs…
“She’s fine!” I get back under the warm covers and ‘make’ to go to sleep…
“Did you check her properly?”
“Yes! Her arms, belly and legs!”
“How about her back?”
“Umm, I didn’t check her back…”
“You didn’t check her back!” He pounds my pussy with each syllable. Then he carries on rubbing and hitting and squeezing and pinching until I am a willing whore…
Apparently its stored in his memory bank ‘how to get me to do a blow job’ Oh, and apparently ‘its easy!’
He’s been abit under the weather and its very late, so I ‘decide’ to go down on him…
I lick and suck his nipples and slowly, but surely make my way to his cock…
I am on top, between his legs, getting about halfway down his shaft and gagging every now and again…
He grabs my head and starts to push it down on his cock. My mouth is being fucked and this loss of control on my part for his pleasure is just too delicious…
After a couple of minutes, I take one of his hands and guide it to the base of his shaft and get him to help out abit…
I am still working hard on the head of his cock which is getting ready to burst…
One of my fingers works its way into his anus and the other hand scratches his balls…
He cums very suddenly and violently and I only manage to swallow a mouthful. The rest shoots into my hair, down my chin ond onto the base of his cock…
“Thats for not checking her back!” he says. I look up at him totally disheveled…
“You’ve made a bit of a mess haven’t you?!” he says deliciously.
“Yes, I have, I’m sorry!” I reply, unable not to smile…
To be continued…
Masturbation!
When he’s cum he’s always sleepy, so I’m not expecting any more attention from him…
He’s lying close with his back to me. I spread my legs and open my knees as wide as they will go…
My right fingers begins to circle my clit….
I put the middle finger of my other hand, (that was just in his anus), into my own hole. The thumb of that same hand goes into my pussy.
I am amazed and interested in the walls of my cunt – they seem to move of their own volition…
I’m getting close now and the finger in my bottom is particularly sweet…
My movements are waking him up and he slaps my thighs gently. I move his hand to my clit – but he’s just not awake enough and not doing it ‘properly’. I push his hand away and he runs it up and down my thigh a few times…
I’m not a pro at masturbation anymore – or maybe I’m just not a teenager…
I used to cum from self pleasure within a couple of minutes. Tonight, I gasp and tremble and shiver in about 10…
He falls asleep then and I go for another with my legs wide. How wide can I spread them? I try to push my knees even more open – they’re touching the bed…
The finger in my anus providing most stimulation brings me to the next peak. In the throes of my orgasm, I turn my head and gently bite his back…
I bring my legs together now and squeeze tightly. Somehow, I am still able to pound my pussy with my fingers.
I think my biting wakes him up and he’s fondling my right breast and playing with the nipple. This makes all the difference and I cum deep inside my pussy, my breast tingling for more…
Then the sweet bastard goes to sleep again…
I’m dripping wet with sweat and my cunt is one very slidy zone…
I go for another orgasm… and another…. and another…. and another – gently biting his back each time… and another… and another… until I lose count…. I do stop finally…. I’m really not still at it!
I can be very persuasive!
Its hell and too delicious at the same time…
He is ill – chest infection – so he says he’s not going to fuck me until he’s better…
But what he will do instead, is wake me up every night and ‘torment me.’
This has happened the last two nights…
The first night I was not quite asleep, but nearly. (He usually goes to bed after me…)
He rips off the covers and pounds my pussy until it hurts – Of course I get so turned on, that I end up sucking his cock (again!)
He then gets a pain somewhere and so we stop. The sweet bastard decides enough is enough and says ‘Goodnight!!” It was hard, but I obediently curled around his back and somehow drifted off…
I was completely asleep the next night – about 1am… He pinches, slaps, hits and pounds me into submission…
I ask him, if I could possibly just sit on his cock, then he can rest while I do all the work… He says “No!” I lick his nipples, his balls, rub myself silly on him and ask very nicely again. The answer is still ‘NO!’
I plead…He is very strict – like a firm parent. I can be very persuasive – but he isn’t having any of it…
He begins to play with my nipples and by this time I am absolutely gagging for it…
“Why are you doing this to me? (More pounding of pussy and hitting/rubbing of clit)
“Not once have you asked me to stop!” he replies. I don’t, of course, say a word…
I do so badly want his cock…
He begins to rub my clit. Its not the release I want, but I damn well need a release and I cum…
“Bu…gger! Bugg…er! Fuuuuck! Ffffuck! Daaaa….ddy!
“You did alot of swearing there!” He rubs me again, my other hand digging into my pussy.
“Daddy!” I orgasm again. ( I haven’t called him daddy for a long time – not since we’ve had kids) It just comes out – maybe because he’s being so strict and I feel so helpless (and deliciously frustrated!)
He helps me cum again and then I do the last one…
I go down on him. There is alot of pre cum, which I lick up rather greedily.
I’m on top, but he’s holding my head tight controlling the fucking of my mouth.
It doesn’t take long and I swallow every last drop….
Not so persuasive after all!
He’s going to the doctors…
He’s been too ill to bathe, so he is soaping up his hairy chest. He walks into the living room all lathered…’Oh, how I wish I were the doctor!’
I feel totally, totally deprived of fucks and when he’s ready to go, I ask him (trying not to whine!) when I can sit on his cock?
“Soon!” (Not soon enough for me!!!) I give him a hug – trying not to seem too desperate… He looks at me with a little smile on his lips.
“You’ve tormented me all these years. Now there’s just a chance, I can torment you! So tonight, I’ll wake you up again and turn you on… But no cock for pussy, until I’m better!” This is like the worst kind of Chinese torture…
“But I really didn’t mean to tease you, I didn’t have any libido. I was breast feeding and my hormones made me just be there for babies! Now my hormones are totally geared for you. To be fucked by you, used by you. But you’re ill and I’m going crazy!!!”
The bastard just smiles at me and goes for his appointment. God I want his cock!
Secretly, I’m thinking that he’s just got a cold. But on the other hand, I can be very persuasive when I want to be fucked and last night it didn’t make a blind bit of difference… So maybe he really is ill…
Oh, God, I feel awful! Apparently, the doctor says he’s not getting any air into one of his lungs and has to have total rest as he is very close to pneumonia. Antibiotics – should take a few days. A FEW DAYS!!!
God I’m a complete bitch when I’m thinking in my knickers…
But poor guy. You might not believe me, but I do know that he is more than just a big cock. In hindsight he was playing down his symptoms and acting rather brave..Pneumonia is very serious after all…
But still, he is being rather cruel to me… Don’t you think?
Oh, to be used....
Went to bed 12.30am got up 4.30am, drove 3 hours for 3 hours of work and drove back.
On the motorway coming back I could feel myself getting sleepy. The next service station was 21 miles away… my chocolate was in the car boot. I put on cold air, I sang, I even blew rasberries to stay alert. What really woke me up though, was jerking awake drifting over into the next lane…Shit!!!
I stopped and dosed up on chunks of strong black chocolate!
I’d left him ill in bed with the 3 children all asleep…
When I got back, the kids were all at a friend’s and we had an hour to ourselves…
I was making some much needed coffee for us both. I was feeling very tired. He said I was going to get fucked… I really wasn’t expecting anything and thought he meant later or maybe tomorrow or in a few days time…
Then he started pushing me, slapping my legs and ass and face and then grabbing my hair. He dragged my dazed self into the hall and made me stick out my ass for him to slap…
It hurt, as he was hitting harder than normal – or maybe I just felt more sensitive due to tiredness – but getting very wet…
He pushed me onto all fours and then began to rub his hard cock on my butt.
“Do you like being ridden doggy style?”
“Yes, yes I do!” I replied. He made me stand up then and put my hand on his cock.
“Look what you’ve done!”
He grabbed my hair and turned my head to the mirror.
“Tell the mirror, you’ve made my cock hard!” I looked and saw my embarrassed, but smiling face.
“I can’t!”
“Do it!” He slapped me hard all over my thighs… I closed my eyes and hoped he couldn’t see them shut. I really couldn’t look at myself say these words:
“I made your cock hard!”
“Now let me see your ass walk upstairs!”
Upstairs, he pushed me roughly onto the bed face down and smacked me on the ass some more…
“Please, can I just go to the toilet?” He began to pound my pussy, which made me want to pee even more.
“Why don’t you just do it here?!”
“Please….please…” He turned me over and slapped me in the face.
“Go now!” I dash for the loo. My knickers are sopping wet…
When I came back, he pushed me face down on the bed again and pulled down my trousers.
“Look how red your ass is! Has someone been hitting it?” I turn to try and look, but then he slaps some more… I don’t know how much more I can take as he’s going in particularly hard today…
I don’t need lube, already being so wet, but while he’s putting on the condom, I put some lube on my ass and then, when he came over, I put some lube on his ass aswell…
“I think you’re overstepping the mark aren’t you?!”
He pulled off my knickers as if he’s disgusted with their presence and entered into me quickly which took my breath away…
He pulled up his vest and held my head to suck and play with his nipple…
“Busy yourself! You’ve got to work for it!” I licked and teased for all I was worth…
He dug his fingernail into my shoulder.
“Is that too sharp for your ass?
“No, thats fine.” I say…
He stuck one finger in and then another. The pleasure of it all was pretty unbearable.
His face was right next to mine – witness to my ecstasy.
‘Do you feel all filled up?”
“Yes, yes I do!” He paused for breath then and seemed to need to rest.
“I think I’ve over done it” he said…
“Can you last another minute?” I tried to cum then very quickly – luckily it only took about 30 seconds. The orgasm was pretty mindblowing and seemed to last and last and last – or maybe it was just one after the other all running into one…
He really doesn’t look too good now.
“Just lie back!” I got him to self pleasure while I licked all there was to lick.
Just before he orgasmed, I teased his ass hole with my tongue.
“Kiss it!” I did…. and then we were both sated – for a while…
Later when I ‘mention’ about the drifting over into the other lane from tiredness he is very pissed off with me. He swears and shouts and asks me why I didn’t just pull over onto the hard shoulder to rest and get the chocolate? I have no answers, as I know he is right.
He also said that if he’d known about ‘that’ then ‘this afternoon’, certainly wouldn’t have happened… (So anyway – I know he’s right and I have it drummed into me what to do next time to stay safe – but between you and me, I’m really glad I didn’t tell him until later!)
I haven’t mentioned this before – because it seemed quite insignificant at the time – but my husband now knows about this blog…
I can’t lie about anything really to my nearest and dearest friends and I just had to tell him…
His reaction, I thought was incredible as it was so ‘nothing!’
I think I began the conversation with lights out and just after having sex…
“Well, that’s another one for the blog…”
“Oh yeh?” he replies rather sleepily…
“I actually do have a blog…”
“Yeh… Really?” still sleepy – probably not the best time to have a conversation with him!
“I’ll tell you about it in the morning, but basically our sex life in detail is on the internet…”
“What… what have you called your blog?”
“Sexuallifeofawife.”
“Oh that sounds good.”
“Really, so you don’t mind?”
“No, why should I?” I pause in the conversation to think of a reply and in the meantime he is asleep…
The next morning I show him some posts (I go out the room as I feel really quite scared of his opinion on my writing – him being a writer by profession and ‘abit’ of a perfectionist!)
And as I thought the first thing he does is point out some spelling and punctuation mistakes (!)
Then he gives me praise! (Hallelujah and I jump 50 feet inside myself!) He likes it! He can be so scornful of bad/lazy writing and he wouldn’t be too worried about hurting my feelings on this account.
So now that puts the record straight!
Oh, yeh... this has been me all week!
Enjoyable while it lasted...
There has been only a little fucking this week, but much masturbation – some of it mutual. He is still ill – just waiting for results of test…
Last night we were teasing each other silly for what seemed like ages… I had resisted cumming as I was hopelessly hoping for cock… but then after much pounding of pussy, nipple pinching, cock stroking and clit rubbing, I couldn’t hold out anymore… I was letting myself give in to his so persuasive fingers and just about to go over the edge when ‘patter of tiny feet…’
Little face at end of bed and then small climbing body which squeezes itself between us…Seconds later it is snoring contentedly…
Well, that was the end of that! (And serves me right!)
Doing the housework (not!)
I’m menstruating which I find damn frustrating as he is just getting well enough to fuck me!!!
Anyway, just before I came on he made me squirt about 10 times by hitting my pussy over and over. I was sopping wet… anyway to cut a long story short he didn’t get any satisfaction because apparently I fell asleep…
The next day I thought about how I could make it up to him. Fucking was out as I was gushing blood by this stage… Blow job!
I was trying to tidy up the house and ooh, the idea of taking him in my mouth got me really excited…
Come bed time I had a mouth ulcer on my tongue. As is the case with still quite a few matters to do with sex I am still quite innocent/uninformed… I thought – but wasn’t sure if a mouth ulcer was part of the herpes simplex virus and could possibly be transmitted to his sex organs – so maybe shouldn’t give him ‘head’
“So if you didn’t have a mouth ulcer I could fuck your beautiful mouth?” were his words…
He took the laptop out and searched several sites which stated that a mouth ulcer was in fact not contagious at all etc. But to help the mouth ulcer I should not be eating chocolate or nuts – which I do quite alot on a daily basis. The laptop went away..
“Have you been eating chocolate? pinching my right nipple.
“Agh! Yes… yes I have!” pinches left nipple.
“And nuts?
“Yes…” he spanks my ass cheeks with the next few words…
” You’re selfish! Only thinking of yourself!” I go down on him.
I lick around his cock head initially and it swells…
I’ve wondered if my mouth is small… I know he is well endowed – but my lips are so wide open when he is at his biggest…
Then I go for some throat action. I slide down as far as I can go…
I hear stories about women being able to go right to the base of a man’s cock and imagine that for the guy that would feel amazing. I want to do it for him – but I can’t… I think he’s around 8 inches when fully erect… Sword swallowing classes might be useful flits through my mind…
Anyway, for the next 20 minutes its just my mouth and his cock…
I tease that sensitive underside with my tongue, I throat him as much as I can – once or twice gagging helplessly – but luckily not bringing anything up. Mostly I play with my lips going up and down the head’s rim and the tip or flat of my tongue rubbing that male clit…
Sometimes he helps out a little with his hand at the base… Sometimes I scratch and fondle his balls aswell. I feel really happy to be giving him pleasure…
Sometimes I feel good at what I’m doing… Sometimes I feel like a professional whore… Sometimes I feel abit clumsy and useless…
He usually takes just over half an hour to cum with penetrative sex – so not a two minute guy…
Its been about half an hour – he’s apologising…
I tell him its ok and “I’m alot tougher than some people think! (One of Mowgli’s lines from the Jungle book.) Yes its true my mouth and tongue are tired and a little numb – but I’m feeling quite happy where I am.
He goes on his side and begins to take charge a little…. He rolls me onto my back and pins me down with his cock stopping me from going anywhere…
I get back on top and give head for all I am worth – sometimes pulling the angle of his cock down - which he likes… He uses his hand on the base, he moves my head with his hand and directs one of my hands to his anus and then he cums…
I swallow and swallow… Then lick up the little trickles of after cum – finally giving a few sucks..
Then I snuggle up to his back and just before falling asleep I rub my breasts against his back – which gets me into a state of frenzy.. which I maddening don’t do anything about – but then its about 1am – so sleep drags me down and gives me some relief…
It was late – about 1am – I’d wrapped most of the children’s presents and due to 2 previous bedtimes of 3am (yes, more sexual deviencies) I was very tired.
The night before, he’d given me 4 cock orgasms and then one of the girls had woken up. I said that I would be back and gave him some wanking instructions. Unfortunately I fell asleep trying to get her settled..
So the next evening I owed him some satisfaction…
But I was exhausted. He put my hand on his cock and I was doing my best – but drifting off to sleep every now and again. I told him so, but that I was sorry ( I always find it so horny apologising to him) Everytime I was sorry – he made me open my legs wide and would hit me hard in the pussy – or right on the clit. He needed to hear a ‘thank you’ everytime.
After about the 10th drifting into sleep – I found this hard fat cock being shoved into my mouth and his hands at the back of my head guiding the procedure..
This kind of woke me up…
I was giving head again. I felt very greedy for any precum which oozed out every now and again. I would taste it, keep some in my mouth…kiss him – allowing him a taste of himself – which he seemed to be very urgent for aswell…
My lips were wide closed and bobbing up and down around his now bursting head with my tongue flat and rubbing on the sensitive spot. Both of his hands were gently guiding at the back of my head – but mostly it was all my effort…
I was expecting at least another half hour of licking/sucking/throating/tonguing/tasting/gorging/gagging – although he was feeling really hard and bulging somewhat at the head – and so it felt rather sudden – this hot sticky liquid cumming into my mouth. Of course I did my best in swallowing it all up…
This morning he gave me some very nice praise:
“You’re really very good at what you do. Do you do it professionally?”
“Not yet.. I’m perfecting my art first…” He’s looking at me as if he’s won lots of money…
“Why, oh why did we waste all those years…?”
“I don’t know… and we had so much time then…” I reply
“Maybe its abit like a novel which you put off writing. Then when you do write it – it feels so easy and all comes together and its just so…”
“Brilliant!” I say.
“Amazing!” He says
“Mindblowing!” I agree…
Happy Christmas to all you lovely horny sexy readers!!!
To get up to date with my blogging this year I must respond to 2 awards!The first was the Tell Me About Yourself award given to me by terriblytorn13 Thank you terribly torn!
To accept this award, I have to nominate 15 blogs that I like and want to pass this award on to and also tell you 7 things about myself…
So here goes (not in order of preference etc)
1) A Smile Like the Sun What can I say… Huff is funny and horny and lovely all at the same time. He has posted some excellent poems as comments to some of my posts – which I am very flattered to have recieved.
2) A True Unfolding Scarlett Dubois writes some excellent erotica. There are also very honest accounts from her married life which are sometimes horny, but always interesting to read.
3) Always Each Other The similarities between Liza and myself are uncanny! We contacted each other before she started her blog…Now she has begun posting there is no stopping her. Fascinating for me (and you!) Her blog is so new – but so damn good!
4) Virtual Sin I love the hot and horny poetry from Virtual Sinner. We also had what I felt to be a rather exciting exchange mounting to 69 comments on his ‘Ingenue’ post…
5) Best Bathroom Books As I’ve said before humor from a higher intelligence (maybe he’s an alien…) Seriously though Les has some very eye catching titles which draw you to his blog without you having any control over your fingers. Can also sometimes be informative!
6) Ejackulated This is hot stuff. Am hoping to find out more info about this guy who ups my stats the most – since I have been added to his blogroll…
7) Franny’s Secret Franny is gorgeously sexy! This blog is sometimes in German and sometimes in excellent English. Like myself she takes pictures of herself – Franny’s photos come across very very well…
8) You’ve Been Hooked! The Hook is an excellent writer – which he has been rewarded with a commission for a book version of his blog – about the daily grind of working in a hotel. Well worth a visit!
9) 2Passion 2Passion has been in a marriage he would like to leave… He has also been having a rather hot affair – which now seems to be cooling…It also looks like he has some cancer cells: (
10) Der Erzahler’s Erotic Tales The pictures he posts are very horn inducing. At least one of them never fails to get me wet…
11) The Postman Always Rings I don’t think the Postman is writing at the moment – but if we keep hitting on his site he might blog some more (when he isn’t so busy of course!) In two words HOT and HORNY!
12) Musings About Me This gal is on a journey to find love… Some very interesting reads..
13) My Sex Like With Lola HH writes so eloquently about his life with Lola. Yes it is mostly about sexual happenings – but it can’t help but be as Lola is in no uncertain words a nymphomaniac. I find certain aspects of her masturbational tendencies very similar to my own…
14) The Chase Religion and Sex in the same blog. Yes it is possible and a very horny and interesting combination it makes!
15) Domination Diary The Dom writes about daily thoughts – but also about his long term life with submissive partner. This resonates very much with my own story… Definitely food for thought for my dirty masochistic mind…
Oh gosh, now 7 things about myself…
1) I bumped into my first boyfriend today by chance with his wife. Was so happy that I looked half decent! really gorgeous!
2) I once masturbated and had about 40 orgasms… sometime last year…
3) I used to binge and diet to excess. But am now so in touch with my body that I never go hungry and usually know when I am full. I am generally healthy, but do eat some chocolate everyday and don’t feel guilty in the least… I am so thankful to be this way as food and my body used to be such a battle. Now I love food and my body to bits (apologies if this sounds a bit hippyish!)
4) I am not the most skillful at being on top when having sex – but plan to change this in the very near future… will keep you posted on this!
5) My sex drive has grown and grown these past few years. I now think of sex much of the time…
6) Apart from my husband’s cock, I have no addictions…
7) I was a tomboy at school and could still beat all the boys at armwrestling age 17. (Which I found rather disappointing at the time!)
Now for the Liebsterblog Award which was given to me by Franny Thank you Franny!
The Liebster Blog can be awarded to 5 blogs that you like with less than 100 followers… You must also display the Liebster Logo. Which I have!
Here they are:
1) Lost in the Arms of Destiny Poetry and prose from the heart. A young woman’s journey through love and life. Some of this is very deep and sometimes hard to read because of its raw pain.
2) The Naughty Poet Poetry at its best. Very evocative….
3) Scribbles of a Confused Mind The writer calls himself Cruel Intentions which of course immediately intrigued the imagination of my little masochistic mind. He has a great interest in BDSM and Spirituality!
4) Lost in Nevada This guy was the first ever to click my like button! He is of the swinging lifestyle of which I know nothing about. Very interesting and not just about sex…
5) Beneath the Concrete the Forest Grows James Wakeling lives in Brighton and takes such wonderful photographs…
Thats it for now folks!
SophiaX
It actually fitted!
I’d given him a black cat collar with a little silver bell for a Christmas present…
I was sitting at the bottom of the tree distributing the presents. Also sorting used wrapping and rubbish into bags as they were discarded. I had my hands full…
In my ears there was a ringing which had been going on for a while – but with my concentration of the tasks in hand, I was not totally aware of it. I looked then at the source of sound and he was ringing the cat collar bell hard.
“Come kitty kitty come!” he said…
I think I blushed a deep red and tried to focus on what I was meant to be doing…
A little later, I put the collar on. It actually fitted!
He was in the bathroom and I ‘had’ to go in there to put some towels in drawers. I also wanted to see what he thought of his new ‘present’.
His eyes shot right to the collar.
” That really really suits you!” he said sounding almost surprised! I was suddenly pulled tight to him.
“You’d give anyone a boner!” I think I must have blushed again. Boner! I’ve never heard him say that word – nor have I ever used it – but it sounded so exquisitely ‘dirty’.
The rest of the morning was a haze of arousal…
I’d done something wrong and he was calling me all sorts of derogatory names under his breath.
“Arsehole! Bitch! Slut! Whore! Etc!”
Gosh we are so sexual towards each other – but yet there are so many things we haven’t done – like this degradation with insults.
I think I was trying to chop some vegetables and he was standing close beside me. The effect of his words was such a hot rush of a turn on… My clit was just steamingly hard and tingling all over – It almost felt like I would cum soon if he carried on with his oh so lovely name calling.
We had visitors, but I lost count of the times that my clit was rubbed, nipples pinched or pussy pounded…There were also numerous manhandlings of breasts and ass and I got quite a few smackings for doing so many many things wrong…
Overall a very pleasant way to spend the Christmas morning…
I never wanted to be called a slut.
I never wanted to be objectified.
I never wanted to be used.
I never wanted to be called a slut.
I never wanted to have my pussy pounded so hard.
I never wanted to have my nipples pinched as much as they are now.
I never wanted to feel so helpless and eager with my legs spread wide.
I never wanted to be fingered with more than two fingers.
I never wanted to feel so submissive.
I never wanted to feel the back of his hand so bad…
I never wanted to wake up with a cock being shoved into my mouth.
I never wanted to be so wet and ready all the time.
I never wanted to be whistled at.
I never wanted to be buggered by such a huge one.
I never wanted to be pawed and mauled.
I never wanted to be fucked every night (and day).
I never really really really wanted to suck cock.
I never wanted to be degraded so much.
I never wanted to think about another woman giving him head,
nor him holding me open for someone else to wank over…
I never wanted to be looked at with a stranger’s leering eye.
I never wanted to be so abused.
I never wanted to be a good writer.
I never wanted you the reader to get hard or wet reading my words.
How things have changed this past year…
HAPPY NEW YEAR! MAY YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE!
School girl socks?
I’m not sure what we’re playing at, but we are running ourselves into the ground…
Every night bar one or two for the last 3 weeks we’ve been awake till 2 or 3am playing with each other…
Stupid!
It hasn’t always led to anything – but usually it’s ended with a blowjob, my clit or his cock being rubbed to cumming, a fuck or all of these put together. If I’m honest, I always prefer the fuck – but sometimes its just been easier to suck/rub and go to sleep.
We’ve had visitors and no outside activities for the children (without us) – so no time to ourselves during the day. At night we’ve had to sleep with the door open and hall lights on as his mother has been staying… She has a tendency to sleep walk and sometimes miss the toilet bowl. So if she gets up in the night to pee – one of us has to be on the alert to make sure she doesn’t fall down the stairs and possibly to clean up after her…
Anyway – I guess we’ve felt abit suppressed in what we can do – although we’ve still had alot of fun…
The early hours of 2012 began in much the same way. Pussy pounding and clit rubbing, gentle scratching of balls and holding of cock. Oh and such a delicious furtively whispered role play where he was a geography teacher and I was his very willing pupil being ‘taken into hand’. Then I decided that I wanted to ‘sit on his lap’.
For all our sexual shenanigans I/we have never mastered me ‘riding cowgirl.’ Any tips gratefully accepted!
He entered on top and then we tried to roll over. It was such a struggle – an ungainly many limbed beast. I (of course) began to giggle and then we nearly fell of the bed…
He went soft so I tried to make him hard again. I sucked his nipples and gently scratched his balls which seemed to do the trick… Back to nearly full hardness, I sat on top of him and we tried for reentry. I was still abit giggly and he was saying that what we were attempting to do – was ‘Against the law of gravity and all the forces of nature!’ We were both laughing now and his cock went completely limp and I was still trying somehow to put it into me…
Anyway we were both left wanting that night. I remember drifting off to sleep wrapped around his back and feeling quite happy – even though my pussy was still warm and wet and wanting. My last breath before repose was a giggly asking him if he was alright and if he needed to see a psychiatrist (for going soft) I’m not usually so blatantly teasingly rude – but I couldn’t help myself and know anyway that he is confidant enough in his erections to take it…
Ready for my spanking!
MONDAY 1st January (early hours): Much foreplay and giggling followed by attempted fuck which kind of went squidgy. More giggling. No orgasms.
MONDAY/TUESDAY late hours 1st/ early morning of 2nd: Much foreplay followed by hard fuck with 3 orgasms for me followed by his cumming by self pleasure – with some help from me.
TUESDAY 2nd January: Particularly hot blow job for him with me swallowing followed by me masturbating with some help from him. Lost count of orgasms – probably around 6. I would have carried on – but I asked him to tell me to stop – otherwise I would have carried on all night!
TUESDAY DETAILS: I went to bed before him as usual – wearing a short cotton nighty, knee socks and French knickers. Oh, and a cat collar with a bell on it…
I was having a little ‘fiddle’ when I hear him come upstairs. I quickly remove my hand from pants and pretend to be asleep. As usual he pulls the covers off and mauls my ass.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I left a broken belt strap on top of the bed. He takes the strap and starts hitting me with it fairly gently…
He then goes off to the bathroom to brush teeth etc I pull the covers back up.
On his return he pulls the covers back off. Plays with me for a while with the belt and then gets into bed… He puts my hand onto his cock.
“What are you?” he asks.
“A fuck toy.” I reply
“What are you here for?”
“To give you pleasure”I answer.
“Get to it then!” I work my way down with slow kisses towards his balls and take them into my mouth and then work up to the base of his cock. I lick slowly up towards the tip and then I’m giving him head…
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asks
“I’m trying to give you pleasure…’
“You either do it or you don’t!”
“Sorry, but I’m doing my best!”
“Hands!”
“Sorry!” I quickly use my hands to pay attention to his anus and balls. Something about apologizing to him gets me so turned on.
“Do you want me to stay down here?” I ask…
“Only come up to be punished.’ A minute or two later he calls me ‘up’ and hits me with the belt stingingly hard 3 times on each breast.
I go back down for more. I throat him as deep as I possibly can with 8 inches… Not quite to the base – but further I think than I have ever done before…
“Are you showing off?” he asks.
“No, just doing my very best to give you pleasure.” (Comes out abit muffled)
“Close your lips around!” He holds the back of my head and pushes me as far as I will go onto his cock. I can’t breathe of course and then he squeezes my nostrils together – so there is no chance of any breathe getting in. This act of downright cruelty gets me the wettest I’ve been for a very long time. Then he lets me come up for air…
‘Close your lips around the head! Do some work! Hands!” He’s swelling big now fucking my mouth. I feel deliciously violated and there is nothing I can do about it. He pushes my head onto his cock again and holds it there while he cums into the back of my throat. I can’t even swallow until he lets up as there is no room in my mouth to do so. Then I lick him clean – maybe a little longer than I need to…
I come up and lie on his chest.
“Who taught you to do that?”
“You of course.” I answer teasingly…
“Before you go to sleep could I make a request?”
“A request?”
“Yes, could you just hit me a few times on the bottom?”
“What for?”
“Punishment.”
“What for?”
“For thinking about sex all the time.”
“Mmmm yes I think I can do that.” I roll over onto my front and pull my knickers off my cheeks and he makes to hit me – but doesn’t and the anticipation is sweetly unbearable! Then it comes and he hits me hard with the belt many times… Nearly too hard to take – but not quite…
When he’s finished I rub my clit and open my legs very wide. I begin to squirt but I don’t care about anything getting wet. He’s running his hand up and down my thigh and sometimes hitting me in the pussy talking about discipline and a firm hand. I squirt some more until my knickers are soaking. I orgasm hard squirting some more in the process.
“Oh no! Tissues, I need tissues – lots of them!” I give him my knickers and he puts them in the shower.
I cum again as he begins to go sleep.
“Are you going to be there all night?” he asks. I close my legs and just doing that makes me cum again.
“Tell me to stop please otherwise I will be…”
“Do what you need to do…”I have 2 more orgasms.
“Please tell me to stop… Actually just let me have one more…” I do…
“Just one more now and I’ll be finished…’
“Stop!” I carry on…
“Just this last one… please it won’t take me long…”
“I said stop! If you don’t stop there will be days and days of no punishment and lots of torment” I try to get that last one in – but then I love to do what he asks… So I stop!
