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Where have you been all my life…

For a change, my top half rather than my bottom ; )

He was pressing, caressing, slapping, nipping, pounding me into happy submission.

My mouth wide in pleasure, I couldn’t help but work down his body with tender licks and kisses to his hard waiting cock…

‘Its ingrained in my memory bank how to get you to give me a blow job.’ I remember him saying this to me and I know what he’s doing and I know where I’m going and I really can’t help myself…

I linger at his balls…. I take in his scent… I brush my lips gently against his cock head….I keep him waiting… Like he sometimes keeps me waiting…

His cock keeps jerking and jumping in anticipation… I wait a little longer with just my hot breath touching him….

Then I go for the kill…. Teasingly at first and then right where he needs it….

Up and down the head, rubbing the flat of my tongue on his male clit. My fingers tease his balls, his ass, the inside of his thighs. I can hear him gasping and making little grunting sounds and feel him swelling still more in my mouth.

His hand wraps around the base of his cock and rubs up and down and then much much sooner than either of us are used to, he shoots his load into my throat… I make a deep sound in the back of my mouth… I’m not expecting this for at least another ten plus minutes…

Somehow, I still manage to finish my job well and keep it all in my mouth…

“Sorry!” he says.”It took me by surprise!”

I make my way up his body for a hot embrace.

“Where have you been all my life?” he whispers.

 

This is my 100th post! My first was on impulse – and I’m still not sure what I expected….. I am amazed at how much I enjoy doing this… THANK YOU so much for reading, I really do appreciate it…

 

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Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

Can't wait!

The wank cloth had been used the night before and I could feel him pushing my head down to his cock which he was stroking rather vigorously.

I willingly complied, gently scratching and pinching his balls into the bargain. He felt fit to burst and after about a minute of me using my tongue in one of the best ways I know how, some sticky liquid was filling my throat and spilling down my chin.

Not 5 minutes earlier I was in that delicious state called orgasm myself – still incredibly turned on – thinking of some naughty thoughts which I will expand on…

Usually during fucking, I don’t think of anything else apart from what I/we are doing. The here and now and the physical sensations are what do it for me. Sometimes I’m just orgasming because it feels so good – not necessarily because I’m turned on…

Last night I was incredibly turned on throughout my pounding and grinding for three climaxes…

I was thinking about something, which in real life would be the worst turn off in the world for me…

I was imagining that my husband was my daddy and I was his special little girl and he was showing me some really sweet loving…

The thought of having sex with my real father would be unthinkable and definitely not a turn on.. I have never been abused by a man (against my true will!) so maybe I allow such visualizing to be present because it doesn’t cause me any emotional pain. I want to apologize to you big time if you are reading this and it’s offending you.  The idea must be appalling for anyone who has experienced sexual abuse from a male relative.

I was thinking about not posting this because of the possible offence it could cause – but then its a big part of my sexual psyche at the moment…So it belongs here… I keep thinking about it… Even now it makes me wet and horny…

He says he’s going to make me ‘suffer’ later… Looks like I’m in Daddy’s bad books… I can’t wait…

 

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My history of enjoying pain…part one

As far as I can remember I have been masochistically inclined…

I recall seeing The King and I one Christmas aged four and wanting to be the daughter lying prostrate about to be whipped, with that long thick black vicious looking whip that Yul (my first official crush) Brynner was holding.

My parents were pretty young when they had me. I think they did a good job of raising me apart from never allowing any negative emotions to be shown. I was certainly not allowed to cry – unless I had hurt myself.

Maybe this is partly where my fascination of experiencing pain came from… A release of sorts…

Aged 8, my dad had smacked my bum for something and I ran upstairs to look at my ass to see if it was red… Sadly it wasn’t, but that evening and subsequent evenings I hit myself with a leather belt trying to make welts. There was never any feeling of self destruction with this act – just a thrilling curiosity…

It only happened a few times, but between the age of 8 and 11, my mother beat me with her hand or slipper until I was pretty hysterical. She was so angry that the only way I was able to stop her was by cuddling her and telling her that I loved her over and over again. I remember from the time of that first beating swearing to myself that I would never have children – adults shouldn’t be trusted to have them…

It took me a long time to forgive my mother – even into my adult life I held a grudge for her actions… When I asked her why she had done it – she said it was because she loved me more than anything else(!)

But isn’t that what I ultimately want in my sexual relationship now? To be pushed physically to that point where its too much and I have to beg for mercy or ‘cuddle’ into him and get fucked to show how sorry I am…

After my dad left home, I used to have these recurring dreams – awake and asleep – of having an imaginary father who would beat me for any misdoings and/or of an elder brother who would consistently be incredibly cruel to me – in all sorts of ways…

I know these things in reality would have been horrendous – but in my dreams I craved this…

My husband does have sexual sadistic tendencies towards me (thank God!), but he is far too concerned for my personal welfare to beat me into submission at every opportunity. We also have kids and it just wouldn’t be right to be physically abused in front of them. But when little eyes aren’t looking, he will push me out of the way, slap my ass, pinch my nipples, punch me in the pussy, grab my hair and shove my face into his cock,  slap my cheek with his hand – or with his hard cock, hit me with a belt until I have the marks to show for it, shove open my legs to ram his cock in, make me lick his asshole, make me stand in an awkward position so my ass sticks out for him…

Long may this glorious fucking life continue…

 

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His threesome with girlfriend and her mother… a telling of sorts…

I do have his permission to post this out…

But I’m sorry, its not going to be very sexually explicit, as he was uncharacteristically coy about all the details. He said he would rather remember things about us than what happened with others. This is very sweet of him, and makes me feel very loved, but it doesn’t help this piece to be very horn inducing.  It does however tell how it came to pass…

Age 16, my husband’s family owned a hotel and one day Sue and her mother came to stay.  Sue was a tall leggy red head and instantly caught his eye. According to my husband’s sister, all his girlfriends have been exceptionally pretty.

Sue and her mother lived about 200 miles away, but in the beginning distance was no object and he would go and stay at Sue’s home for a week here and there in the holidays and vice versa – seeing each other maybe twice a year. Although he’d lost his virginity a few years earlier, Sue was his first ‘proper’ girlfriend.

Age 17, when they’d been together for nearly two years, he went to stay with Sue and her mother Tara. Tara was 34 at the time and also very attractive.

During this week, everything was as it had been before, although he remembers Tara being rather over familiar and very flirty, especially every time Sue was out of the room. He felt uncomfortable with it sometimes, but he didn’t think too much of it…

On the last evening before he was due to go back home, Sue was out of the house and he found himself very much alone with Tara. There was a moment when the thought ‘Uh oh, I’m alone with this woman!’ but things turned to very hot rather quickly and he was being successfully seduced by his girlfriend’s mother…

They went up into the bedroom and inevitably fucking began…

Then the door opened and Sue came in. He says he heard her giggle and saw her take off her top – seemingly  unsurprised by her boyfriend fucking her mother. She readily joined in the fun…

Lots of limbs and flesh and bumping and giggles is what he tells me he remembers…

The next morning he was due to leave. Sue was with him when he got breakfast, but it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened the night before…

Sue and Tara took one more holiday at his family’s hotel. Tara kept her distance and was exceptionally polite, but Sue remained friendly as ever. The threesome was never mentioned between any of them.

After that last holiday Sue and him kind of fizzled out – the distance being too great to sustain the relationship.

Like all first loves, I don’t think she’ll ever be totally forgotten though…

A little postscript: My husband had just got out of the bath and he was standing in the middle of the room with a towel around him… Very hairy… Very manly… Very vulnerable… I wanted to eat him up, but he seemed just so open and he wanted to talk – so I held back…

He says parts of the Tara and Sue thing were enjoyable, but it would have been more of a turn on if he’d known it was going to happen. If he’d been more sexually experienced as well, maybe he would have been able to take it more in his stride…

There was also the possibility that it had all been planned and he was ‘set up’.  A 17 year old who thought he was ‘cool’ wasn’t so sure he liked the idea of being so easily ‘played’ with.

My take on it was that yes it was all kind of arranged. Sue being quite close to her mother’s age, possibly talked openly about her sex life and ‘his’ big cock. Tara, I’m sure became very wet at the thought of some young big boy stud (He took longer to cum age 17 than he does now!) Sue then being incredibly generous to her mother, agreed to share him for just one night…

 

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For the sake of research and cumming on Xavi…

So cheap you can see the label...

Whilst I was away working, I thought I’d see – just out of interest – and it would be fun…

How long it would take me to orgasm using my fingers if I really went for it…

From start to finish for orgasm one it took me 1.5 minutes. My arm was nearly dead and I felt like I’d gone for a sprint my breathing was so rapid.

After a short pause of no fingers, I began to circle my clit again…

Orgasm two took 20 seconds, orgasm three took 15 seconds and orgasm four took 10…

In the evening, I thought – for research purposes of course, to try again…

Again it took me 1.5 minutes to hit the delicious peak, but 5 seconds for orgasm two,10 seconds for orgasm three and 20 seconds for orgasm four.

Then my husband came to bed. He was really tired and had a bad back, so didn’t join in… But I couldn’t help myself and had to carry on…

We do an alphabet memory word game every now and again to exercise our brains. Tonight he chose footballers names…

I began with John Aldridge, he repeated Aldridge and added Batistuta. I repeated these and added Charlton and so on….

I kept orgasming throughout and if I forgot any – he would give me a slap.

I never know when to stop masturbating, so I asked him to just tell me to stop!

I went down on him then and he ended up cumming on Xavi.

We were both sated and I lay on his chest and we finally finished with Zadin…

 

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A very delicious rut…

Poor me having to possibly do it myself...

We have been getting into a rut. A very delicious rut, but a rut nonetheless…

We are very sexual with each other alot of the time and I certainly wouldn’t want to change any of that…We maybe fuck 5 times a week… which is not too bad…

But when we fuck it always starts with missionary position and slight variations of. I usually have 4 orgasms and then he comes out and I either give him a blow job or help him to self pleasure to cum.

Lack of time to get it on (usually only at night when we are pretty tired), maybe one of the reasons, or just that it is satisfying…

But I fear that if we carry on in such a fashion, he will start to resent the fact that he is just pumping away for my end and not getting much out of it for himself… I have started to worry about whether he is enjoying himself or not…

Anyway, my solution is that for the next few fucks, he comes in from behind and goes for it. I may not necessarily cum – but I can always self pleasure afterwards if needs be…

He thinks its a good idea anyway…

 

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