Not a word was said. I walked up to my side of the bed and began to disrobe. First went my pants. I unzipped and tore them off. Then I pulled my shirt off my head. I was left standing in the dimly lit bedroom in just a lace bra and panties, cream colored to […]
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Life’s Too Short
The way he brushed his hand against my arm and down my back last night was tender seduction. My hand fell to the curve of his back in a graceful poetic tuck of the wrist. The middle finger grounds me to his body while the rest innocently stick out. Love permeated from our bodies as we embraced for the dance and made the first circular move with our feet.
“Five minutes of dancing,” I said a moment before that.
“Fifteen,” he countered.
It was 10pm, the kids were in bed, and both of us were tired from the day’s many activities.
“Five,” I held firm and pressed play on the music app on my iPhone. The music began and soon thereafter our feet.
The Spoiled Brat
We’ve hit that wall, folks. The wall where sex everyday is getting well… labored. Not that we are stale. Not at all.. but that we’re fucking so much it takes even more energy to keep it exciting. Que last night. I just returned from an overnight trip with my son, and my husband told me […]
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.
Free at the Fashion Show
He jacked his dick off in my mouth yesterday morning. Check (for him), but by the time I got home from a fashion show late last night, my husband was sleeping like an angel. No sexy time for me, unless you count the silliness going on at the show. Then maybe Stella Stories can take a trip outside of the my goddess palace for today to visit the people and places that make up my world.
In my world, I’m a star. There’s no bones about it. You might not know me, but I assure you plenty of people do. And most of them like me too, including my friend who runs the fashion show.
Twice-a-Day Whore
“So the girl down the street has a tighter pussy, huh?!?”
I’ve been caught. I blush. My husband has been reading my posts.
“No. Please. Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” I’m embarrassed to think of how much he knows about my nasty fantasy life now. I put my hands over my ears, but he goes on.
“The three guys knew about the four guys from earlier. You little fucking whore.” My husband was laying in bed with his phone in his hand. My website was on the screen. His dick was raging hard like a thick stick.
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 Fuck Me Text
lease come fuck me. I need you now. That’s what my text message said to him.
On my way, was his reply.
When my husband walked in the door to my goddess palace (that’s what I call our master bedroom), he found me lying on the bed, legs spread, tits hanging out, pussy covered in coconut oil and my fingers playing in her yummy lips. It was 4:30 Thursday afternoon.
He didn’t say anything, just stared at the scene as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. I didn’t say anything either.
The Huge Dick
“You should fuck someone with a really good dick.” He articulates the word dick. It hangs in the air for a few moments.
“I want a guy with a huge dick… like really really really big dick. Bigger than I’ve ever had.”
His dick grew again. “Oh, yes, you horny little whore. You want your pussy to be all stretched out, don’t you?”
The story turned from me fucking some guy alone to my husband organizing and watching the entire scene. He’s such a sexy man, my husband that is. He’d pimp me out in a heartbeat if I really let him.