It’s 9:30pm. Sunday night. I cooked dinner for the last hour. We ate as a family. Now I’m helping our children clean up the kitchen and get ready for bed. It’s the first school night after a much needed two-week Christmas holiday. My husband has conveniently made his way to bed after dinner and is […]
Category Archives: 365 Days of Sex
The Switch Up
So my husband left yesterday morning after his spontaneous erotic get off session. I drank my coffee on my back while enjoying his cum for hours. When I say hours, I mean the entire day! I didn’t masturbate, no. I just stayed nestled under my decadent white goose down comforter and fingered my juicy pussy […]
A Little Whore in Training
I lost my virginity when I was 14. The man was much older, so much older that very few people could know about my sophisticated teenage sex life without trouble being started. It made me feel mature, but really he was just training me to be the whore I am today. “I wish I had […]
Large Butt, Small Pussy
“Some women have large breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. Other women have small breasts, a big butt, and a small pussy. I’ve had women with small breasts, a small butt, and a big pussy. They’re all great, but you’re the best, my love,” my husband says as he runs his rough hands from soft swollen breasts, across my taunt stomach, over my round hips and down to the honey hole between my legs, “because you have large breasts, a small waist, a large butt, and a small pussy.”
Oh Shit!
It’s Thursday 7:10am. One hand has reached across the invisible barrier between my side of the bed and his and has landed on my thigh. Good morning it seems to say but no words are uttered. Really? That’s what I’m thinking. Like, really? Like, we JUST had sex last night. Like, it’s been 8 hours. […]
Setting the Rules
“I’m not going to be acting.” That’s what I told him today after he stole a quicky from me in the morning. I wasn’t even awake yet, and he just had two orgasms last night… like 8 hours ago!! The lovemaking session was still oozy from my pussy.
None the less, he caressed me awake, dropped his pants and pounded me for a few moments before topping me off, kissing my lips, and going on about his day.
I won’t deny it. It was sexy as hell. I’ve always loved pleasuring my husband. But to make this 365 day challenge actually work, I can’t enter into it with a mindset of I have to act a certain way. Nope. I’m going to act the way I feel. My goal is to feel sexier than I’ve ever felt before.
365 Days of Sex
We stopped talking. What else was there to say? I’m not begging and he’s not budging. The sadness engulfed me. Acceptance is miles away. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his masculine body. I needed to feel his warmth. I needed a kiss. I wanted his body inside of mine. Why? Hell if I know. Maybe that’s all we could do to find common ground to begin reassembling our fallen castle. But it didn’t happen on New Years Eve.
It happened on New Year’s Day.