I’ve just had an article published in Talk Tabu: How Writing a Sex Blog Changed my Life
Hope everyone is well!
I’ve just had an article published in Talk Tabu: How Writing a Sex Blog Changed my Life
Hope everyone is well!
I’d seen a women wearing a white top with a little frivolous frill around the neck line and I thought that is what I need! She looked just so fuckable!
Well yesterday afternoon, I was wearing a white vest with this frivolous frill (I’d found it in a sale so cheaply!) which kind of accentuated the little cleavage I have. I wore this with a small tight black cardigan.
He’d been ill so we’d had a bit of a break – which felt like ages – although actually when we thought about it – was only one night.
Somethings in the air at the moment and it’s making me damn horny! Was hoping that he would be well enough to give me some sweet loving…
Several times I put myself in ‘interesting positions’ so he would have to notice me. A little lean forward facing him… And a little lean forward so he could see my ass. He seemed to be getting better and better and he really liked the top.
I wasn’t being particularly subtle with attracting his attention though – one time he came in and my legs were spread wide on the bed. Didn’t have quite the desired effect – he just burst out laughing! But then he played with me for a bit – which more than made up for being laughed at.
Anyway we did get it on. It felt soooo hot and sweet. I only had three orgasms though – didn’t want to tire him out too much…
This morning I’m getting hornier still – perhaps I’m ovulating…
About a couple of minutes after every time he’s turned me on today, I got these little aches – a little like bad period pains – which I know is my pussy crying out for more orgasms. Anyone else get this? Would be very interested to hear if you do…
`I know we’re going to get it on tonight. Well I hope so! I’m wet with anticipation ; )
Will keep you posted…
I put on my teeny tiny skin tight black shorts to go to the shops with my man.
(A little background might be needed here: the above mentioned item is probably the most talked about piece of clothing when fucking each other!)
He clocks my ass with appreciation as I walk past, but then immediately raises his eyebrows and then furrows them slightly.
“You are not going out with those on!” (Ooh just like a strict daddy!)
“Yes I am!” I say determinedly. It’s hot for once in this rainy climate and I know I look ok.
“Those are for bedroom use only!” he says sternly. (Ooh again!) I bat my eyelashes and nearly know I’m going to get my own way…
“Just this once! I won’t do it again!”
He mutters something about Lara Croft as I skip gaily down the stairs.
Well I don’t have Lara’s breasts – but I was wearing a push up bra and I’ve been very physically active lately – so feeling toned and strong and of course my ass – is it’s usual voluptuous self – so maybe I could be an action girl for the next half hour or so…
Anyway, that night – I’m not really expecting anything to happen as we fucked the two previous nights and needed to catch up on sleep… In fact I’d even begun to drift off.
But then I feel a firm hand playing with my ass cheeks and a whisper in my ear:
“Where’s the condom?” My immediate answer is to get said condom. His urgency in fucking quickly makes me eager for his big hard cock, which I can just about make out in the darkness.
I widen my legs and hold my wet lips open to let him in. He feels just too sweet inside of me. His fist presses against my ribs and then the idea of punishment makes my pussy flush with heat.
“Are you punishing me for wearing those shorts outside?”
“Yes I am!” he whispers as he pounds hard into me. I feel so deliciously naughty and take my dues like the very bad girl that I am.
He squeezes my throat, he warns me with the flat of his hand on my cheek – but he doesn’t slap my face – he doesn’t need to – his hard cock, his body pressing down on mine and some fingers pinching my nipple gently and sometimes not so gently – tell me who’s in control.
It all too soon sends me over the edge… and again… and again…and again…
It was very late – of course it was!
He wasn’t feeling too well – and I felt tired. He knew I’d wanted it very badly the night before and hadn’t got any – but I didn’t want to put any pressure on him…
I thought my best ploy would be to play coy and ‘pretend’ kind of that I was going to sleep.
“Are you going to sleep?’ he said, ramming his fist into my pussy and then grabbing my ass until it hurt some…
“Mmm – maybe,” I manage to say – in between gasps.
“Condom! Where is it?!” I dive for my little box next to the bed. Realising too late that I don’t look demure anymore – just rather desperate…
Anyway, we’re fucking and he just feels absolutely so hard – a little too big – achy – but this turns me on of course…
“Whore,” I say. “I’ve always loved that word ever since I was little.” This is true – but I’m being a bit contrived and not asking him outright to use the ‘term’, but hoping that he knows what I want without me having to spell it out… I can be a little shy you see – even when fucking!
It feels like I’m close to cumming, without much effort – but it has been a couple of days I guess. My mind keeps flitting to the time before when he opened my pussy lips as if he were checking them before inserting his cock. In my mind he’s doing it again and I cum hard. No 2 cums very shortly after.
I tell him he needs to save his energy and ask him to pretty please withdraw. I get his wank cloth from under the pillow and begin to suck his nipple and play with his balls, whilst he works on his lovely cock.
He pushes my head gently down to his balls.
“Lick!” I’m very obedient.
He pushes me further down. I continue licking and then I’m pushed to his ass.
‘Are you licking my dirty sweat?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You know I haven’t washed for a couple of days…?”
“Yes I do,” I stifle a giggle. Luckily I don’t mind his taste at all and his smell turns me on…
“Your a dirty ass licking whore! What are you?”
“I’m a dirty a..”
“Sorry! I’m YOUR dirty ass licking whore!”
“That’s better. Good Girl!”
“Thank you Sir!” I stop for a moment to get a piece of hair out of my mouth.
“Come on! You’re not doing very well are you! Make me cum!” My tongue is getting tired, but I’m circling around his ass hole, sticking it in and out for all I’m worth. Scratching his balls and then rubbing his nipples.
“In! As far as you can!” I’m sticking my tongue up quite far – in little pumping movements and I’m so into it – that I don’t even realise that he’s cum. He’s stopped moving and he’s laughing now – which he is apt to do on or after orgasm
“Such enthusiasm! Thank you!” I crawl back up to his chest and he looks at me with almost wonder in his eyes.
I smile broadly back feeling completely ravished (even though it’s maybe me that has been doing the ravishing!) Sweat and spit smeared all over my hair and face.
I smell of sex.
I am indeed his whore…
Lying in the dark last night, he said I was behaving like a stroppy teenager. I kind of didn’t know what he was talking about and then realised my lips were so pouted, I could be mistaken for Donald Duck.
Anyway, I felt justified in my moodiness but was kind of hoping that he would take me in hand with some sort of punishment – but that was not to be… I snapped out of it and cuddled up – trying to ignore the fact that I so wanted to be fucked – but he was not having any of it.
Tonight I went down to where he was sitting (sniffling from a flu) on the sofa.
“Please Sir, do you think if I did a little dance for you… you might do things to me? ”
I was half joking – but about to go on about maybe begging on my knees for a piece of his cock. But he showed me some clips of music from the 80’s and my bid for a fuck kind of peetered out. He isn’t 100%, so I don’t want to push it…
Later putting out some laundry, he starts pushing into my cunt with his fist – which is one of the things that gives me the most pleasure. He grabs my nipple and squeezes hard – my knees start to give way. He grabs my ass and deftly pushes me over onto the sofa and begins to rub himself against me.
Ooh, I think I might be in here – fingers and toes all crossed!
I was going to end this blog, because I haven’t had time to write for it and possibly more importantly (for me) not had time to read other blogs.
Well I haven’t ended it yet as I’m hoping that at some point I will have more time – which of course – may be wishful thinking…
Anyway, I had a comment this morning from David DM – (formally known Racerx) which stated that if I didn’t post something out soon, he would spank me. Of course I very dutifully agreed to take my punishment if I didn’t manage to post out today. So although I would actually like to be a naughty girl and get my just desserts – my husband might not like another man’s hand on my wanting ass… mmmmm – something to think about though ; )
Anyway the knickers pictured…
Due to a yeast infection (hell on earth!!!) and then the first few days of time of the month, we hadn’t fucked for about a week. Which for the last couple of years is a very long time for us. We were both gagging for it…
It was the third day of menstruating for me – so I thought I’d leave my knickers on until the last possible moment. My man had his condom on and was all ready for entry when he realized my pants were still on. He wasn’t happy! He squeezed one of my nipples hard, whilst tearing off the offending article. My legs were then roughly opened and he gently squeezed my neck and then much harder. This was all rather sudden and I was – to say the least a little shocked as I wasn’t expecting it at all – although of course wet with excitement.
“Are you frightened?’ he whispered in my ear.
‘Yes I am.’ I answered truthfully.
Then his cock was in me and it felt delicious.
The next day my little masochistic self kept thinking of how roughly he’d handled me and it made me very excited every time. In fact it was like falling in love all over.
I must sound like such a loon – or maybe he’s just been too nice to me recently…
I can’t quite believe he refused me last night!
Well ok it was ‘a little’ after midnight and he said he had a headache…
But!! We hadn’t had sex the night before! And!! I was just about to menstruate (which means 3 days/nights of no fucking)
Put it this way, I was definitely looking forward to some hard cock and was pretty damn sure I’d get some…
AND I even put on a skimpy top, some stockings and not much else for the occasion (even though I was freezing my ass off!)
I pushed my ass in towards him and wriggled around a bit. He moves his hands over my breasts and pussy and does a few hard pushes into my arsehole which sends me momentarily to heaven. But then he trails off.
I turn to face him, trying to get to his very sensitive nipples and/or his cock. But he doesn’t let me and it gets to the point where albeit laughs, he is wrestling me off.
I see the losing battle, so I gracefully give up and relax. But then he starts coming on to me!
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Self preservation,” he replies.
“It’s ok,” I say.
Although of course I am disappointed – I mean it – I’m not rebuffed very often – in fact I don’t usually have to try to get him to fuck me (very often!) and luckily my self esteem is big enough to take it.
He relaxes as well…
I fidget around a bit trying to get comfortable – eventually snuggling my ass in to him – wondering how I will get to sleep. I press my pussy a little for pleasure and for comfort.
“You’re just like a kitten,” he whispers in my ear.
Next thing I know, I’m waking up 3 hours later menstruating big time…
In the morning he is very touchy feely and tells me how much he loves me… As if he’s concerned that I might have taken a knock. But I’m fine – yes of course sex would have been ‘nice’ but I’m ok.
But I do appreciate his sweetness in making sure I don’t feel too bad…