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Crime and (my) Punishment…

Crime and (my) Punishment…

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…

 

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I love to see his face when his cock is in my mouth…

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….

 

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Soft cock… But I’m a damn good fuck!

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

 

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If you want to read about some great picture perfect horny sex, don’t read any more!

If you want to read about some great picture perfect horny sex, don’t read any more! – If you don’t like blood likewise…

My dad was going to take the kids out. Yes all three of them! But I’m on the 4th day of menstuation and we don’t usually fuck during… Time on our own is so precious though…

As soon as they have all driven off, my husband slaps me hard on the ass – I am instantly aroused and I feel myself getting wet. I worry about blood flow…

He tells me to go and get dressed.  I put on some black hold up stockings, some high strappy velvet heels, a really really tight beige stretchy pencil skirt and a tight see-through back vest top…

My husband is suitably impressed. I immediately suck his cock taking it in as far as I can – he is impressed again…

I’ve put some towels on the bed – which isn’t great as I will have to stay in one place!

We have to wait for his erection to go down to put on condom. (Looking into other brands…) I’m getting sick of condoms! We talk about his mother (again!) I just want skin on skin and no waiting!!!!!!!!!!!! (and no talking about his mother in the middle of it all!!!!!!!!)

He hits me around again – which I like – but its making me wet and I’m conscious of blood. I lie on the towels and he enters me. Its ok, although he isn’t as hard as he was. It all feels too lubricated. I suck his nipple and he hardens up. This is more like it!

I can usually orgasm quite quickly if I try – and I do and its ‘nice’, but I’m still worrying about blood flow and he’s not as hard as he could be as he keeps getting cramps in his right leg which interrupts play somewhat!

I take two more orgasms and then he says:

“Were those real orgasms?”

“Yes! Why?!”

“It was just all really cliche – like a film camera was pointing at you or something.” He was kind of joking I think…Maybe I should take it as a compliment…

I can understand why it might have appeared a little different to normal. I was making lots of noise – because noone was around and I love to make noise when I cum. Also the orgasms were maybe not as intense as usual due to me being more in my head because of worrying about gushing blood. He was also maybe not at his hardest aswell – which of course would have a bearing on the physical thrill etc.etc. But I did definitely have three ‘nice orgasms. I don’t see the point of faking – maybe because I’m lucky enough never to have had to…

He cums then after about 30 minutes from behind.

I see his cock come out engorged with blood. He goes to the bathroom after handing me lots of tissues.

I think I should have been an actress because I can do a sense memory so real. I can’t help the next thoughts they just come into my head from seeing his bloody dick. I’m right back 13 years ago, 6 months pregnant and we’ve stopped mid fuck because of blood everywhere….

I quietly clean up, while my husband phones a taxi for the hospital. I don’t cry, I just feel sick and so, so guilty….

 

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