Stella Stories – Page 2 – The Real Sex Life of a Starlet Wife

A Funny Week

We attempted to make love twice yesterday. By attempted I mean that he physical “stuck it in” but sex didn’t last more than maybe 10 seconds before it ended in a mutual standoff.

The first time was in the morning. I walked into the bedroom to throw my clothes on, yet detoured to the bed for a quick cuddle with my husband. He misread my body language and went right for the good stuff before I could communicate my needs. I needed to leave in three minutes and his desire seemed half-hearted at best.

Greatest of All Blessings

It’s the opposite of lust around here and it feels a lot like real love with a splash of intermittent fear. The fear comes from worrying about the lack of desire both from myself and my husband.

We laid in bed last night and kissed. I rubbed his back and chest and we laughed about him being a “fat cat” despite his slender build. Like the cartoon Garfield, my husband was completely satisfied and ready for a nap! After a few moments, though, I could tell he felt the silent pressure.

A Good Hard Sleep

“You know, babe, we didn’t fuck in the dressing room on Tuesday because it just didn’t feel right,” my husband said last night in bed. It was late, maybe close to 11pm and he was laying on his chest while I rubbed his back. Lovingly I scratched his skin with my long nails and listened as he sighed relief with each passing. I adore him.

“What didn’t feel right about it? It was a sexy night and we had alone time…” I asked truly curious. “We haven’t had the opportunity yet to make love in a legit dressing room!”

Deep, Deep, Deep Asleep

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 that role. In fact, it was his first time watching me in my act and going behind the scenes to watch how things are done. I had a dressing room and a stage manager orchestrating my moves. I had a costume changes and makeup checks. I had my own microphone too.

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 my hair was freshly done, the morning glow still seeping from my pores.

He looked me up and down and smiled. “I like it.”

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 mess with my clit rubbing motion. But this “no clit lent” has allowed my nails to get longer, more beautiful and feminine, and I like it a lot. A lot, a lot in fact. I told my husband this when he was fingering me.

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. In fact, we didn’t make love last night because I was exhausted then too and needed as much rest as possible. My husband reminded me of myself when he jumped on me saying, “Wait, you can’t go to bed yet, Stella, we haven’t made love. I’m dying to make you cum.” He was like a little puppy pouting intensely.

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.