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“You’ve made a bit of a mess…” continued ‘Masturbation!’

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!

 

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“You’ve made a bit of a mess haven’t you?!”

“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…

 

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This is one of the fucks I’ll never forget…

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…

 

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“It wouldn’t be worth my while otherwise!”

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…

 

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“I know how to get you to give me a blow job – its just so easy!”

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?

 

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“I REALLY MEAN IT!”

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)

 

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The seed of a fuck is planted…

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!

 
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Posted by on November 10, 2011 in fighting, love, masochism

 

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