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The Whore Who Loves Sex

“Good morning, beautiful,” my husband says to me this morning as we cuddle up. It’s Sunday, but it’s a different day. I’m taking my son on an overnight trip, just the two of us, and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. We need to make love now or we’ll miss another day. My husband is ready to go. “Your body feels amazing this morning. Your skin is so soft.”

He’s rubbing up and down my body. I have to pee.

On the way back from the bathroom, I smear on some coconut oil for easy fucking. Not surprising, I’m not horny at all despite the fact that I didn’t orgasm yesterday and was looking forward to having sex next.

His Sorry Messed Us Up

“I’m so sorry, babe,” my husband says this morning in bed. We both are on our side and looking each other straight in the early morning eye. “I think I drank too much last night.”

“You think?” I teasingly snapped back. “Why didn’t you just come home when I did?”

“I didn’t think I stayed that much longer, but something about a burning a fire and sipping a few drinks made time fly by.”

An Ancient Rapture

“I need some pussy,” my husband whispered in my ear last night. I was already asleep not because it was that late, but because I was that tired. I’ve been more tired than usual this week.

“Oh, ok,” I woke up slightly remembering that he and I had yet to make love that day. Glad I’m not the only one to keep this challenge alive. My husband is blessed (or cursed) with the physical need to release sperm from his body every 24 hours at least. Like clockwork, he doesn’t just want sex, he needs it like I need sleep.

Swallowing a Rhyme

I’ve spent all evening in bed.. pecking away at my laptop, sipping some pinot, skipping yoga, and thinking up fun ways to spread my legs tonight.

I’m horny. I’m not even going to deny, and pretty soon my husband will be coming home with the kids. I’ll let him feed and clean up. Maybe I’ll don a new little lingerie piece? I can’t wait to feel him inside.

How should we do it tonight? Should I tell him about last night’s model? I do need to warn him that my upcoming monthly visit from Aunt Flow might certainly change our recent repertoire. Guess that means I’ll be doing a lot of blow.

Whether or Not You Want to

Well that didn’t last long… the twice-a-day sex my husband proposed yesterday. Filled with such desire after secretly reading my online stories, he planned both an evening and morning routine for us for the rest of the year. But this morning he didn’t touch me.

“You’re cut off,” he said as he dressed.

Bad Girl

I was a bad girl last night.

A few girl friends came over, and we drank several bottles of champagne between us. By the time my husband got back, I was what you might call tipsy. Not drunk, no I’ve only been truly drunk a few times in my life, but I was definitely feeling a bit more chatty than usual. My cheeks were rosier too. My laughs were louder. Then I wanted to dance.

The Entire House is Listening

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 […]