My manager. That’s how my husband felt last night. I was emceeing a super swanky red carpet awards show and my husband escorted me around making sure I looked my best and had the space to do my thing. He also carried around my talking points and ear plugs. It was his first time in […]
Category Archives: March
Most Beautiful Woman in the World
The dress is navy blue with gold paisley overlay in the bodice and big fancy ruffles on the bottom. It appears as if I’m walking on air when I glide through the room. “I think I’ll start the night in this one,” I said turning to me husband for approval. My skin was tan, and […]
Like a Lucid Dream
The kissing was so passionate, like we connected lip to lip and fireworks went off all around us. It was sweet and succulent as I nibbled ever so delicately on him breathing enchantingly and delivering myself fully to the moment.
Last night was the night of breasts. I pushed my buxom chest against his as we locked mouths and felt his fingers run down my back. Eventually they found my nipples and stayed there for awhile squeezing and rubbing gently. Warm erotic feelings pulsed through my body and out my mouth as my tongue made love to his.
Depend Solely on Me
I’ve lost count of the days without sex. Was last night day 10 or 11? My focus seems to have shifted from quantity to quality, from shear connection to deep intimacy. We didn’t make love because my husband set me up. He recommended we watch a movie which always puts him to sleep, and by the time the movie ended, he was snoring like a baby, and I was energized from the story. Total opposites, we are, but it works somehow.
He woke me up this morning tonguing my pussy. As much as I wanted to tell him no, I couldn’t. He has me in the palm of his hand, sexually that is, and I will do whatever he wants.
All of My Orgasms Delayed
I fingered myself as I waited for him to come to bed. My nails are longer than usual which made the penetration a bit uncomfortable. Like a bull in a China shop, rigid nails feel out of place in my squishy pussy. I realized then that I generally keep them short so as to not […]
Loud and Clear
He was on top of me and my knees were pushed into my underarms. The room was bright and the bed was cozy cozy cozy. My pussy felt warm and inviting despite the lack of four play. She knows her job and does it well. I didn’t want to get up this morning at all. […]
When She’s least Expecting Them
Relax. Sit down. There’s no race to win. Stop being the rule maker. Stop telling everyone what to do. Enjoy yourself. Smile. Laugh. Play music. Cut up. Life is too short to live it any other way.
That’s what I had on repeat in my mind last night as I awaited my husband’s return from work. He did let me know he was playing on his new toy, that small boat, taking it over to a friend’s house and might be an hour or so late.
Like This Forever
We watched two videos last night. Both were sent by a dear friend who suddenly began to enjoy squirting orgasms in her 40s. Both videos were on achieving the vaginal orgasm.
My intention was for us to make love afterwards with a few more pussy tricks in mind, but that’s not what happened, folks. A knock down drag out emotional argument ensued instead complete with crying, frustration, passive aggression and stonewalling.
The Lush, Green, Dense Forest
“Wanna go on a boat ride in an hour?” the text read.
“Yes!” my was response.
My husband launched a little 10′ boat into the water from our RV resort property. It was rudimentary and striped down which meant I used a life vest for a seat and stayed thoughtful about balance when either of us moved positions. But it was fun!
Something Better Down the Road
My husband returned home from a full day out at the property. He’d been on the tractor all day smoothing dirt and getting ready for more to arrive. When he came in, we chatted as he bathed. Our conversation was a bit uncomfortable and lacked its usual flow like neither of us were interested or perhaps crazy about what the other was saying. I understood him at least, yet I questioned whether he understood me.
Sensing the dissonance, I hopped off the counter and went back to the living room to read giving him the space to both finish his bath and decide to join me. I waited 10 minutes, then 20. At some point I did see him walk by the open bedroom door which meant he did know where I was.