“Let’s fuck,” my husband said as he barged into my office yesterday afternoon interrupting me from my video work. The house was empty, our bookkeeper was on a late lunch, and he apparently wanted sex. Like a giddy school girl, I jumped up and ran to the bedroom tearing off my clothes before I got […]
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Best Place for Sex
I swallowed his cum yesterday morning because he insisted he couldn’t leave the house before I did. It was a necessity and he promised to make it quick.
My husband tore my clothes off of me so he could gaze at my nude body while he stroked his dick in bed. And just like he said, he cam in less than a minute, pushing my face towards his crotch expecting my mouth to be open and my tongue to be out.
Spreading My Pussy Lips
He’s been telling me for days now how incredibly beautiful I am. I walk in the room and his eyes fall to me in what seems like goddess worship. He throws his hands around my waist and kisses my lips with such passion I’m left wondering if it’s the spray tan or my new hair color or a lighter breeze in the air. I love him too and find him irresistibly handsome, but I don’t say it every time I see him.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining at all about this. It’s a great feeling to be wanted, needed, desired so badly you can’t get out of bed in the morning without prying your naked body away from his desperate grip. Once I’m free, I look back to see that awful look on his face, like I took candy from a baby, like he’s going to wither up and die if I don’t get my fine ass back under the covers with him.
10 Guys in a Web
He was asleep by the time I tucked the kids in and was ready for bed. Another hard long day at the future RV resort had my husband feeling fatigued. As soon as dinner was over, his eyes found it nearly impossible to stay open. I jumped in bed next to him, naked and ready to rumble.
I grabbed his dick in my left hand. For whatever reason I can stroke his dick better with it than my right hand. I held on tight and slowly, smoothly slid up and down the shaft feeling it enlarge in my hand.
Spray Tan Treat
I’m in a temporary tent, in my bathroom, naked and standing in awkward positions. My husband holds the spray gun out a foot or so from my body and directs the brown liquid onto my skin.
“Leg out,” he says then proceeds to cover my inner thigh a dark golden shade of paint. It smells like a tropical island but feels like an arctic blast. “Other leg.”
My School Girl Pussy
“Honey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure,” my husband says as he lathers his hair with soap. He’s in the shower, and I’m standing on the outside yelling in.
“Earlier when I was bent over on the bed and we were making love, why did you stop and close the curtain?”
“Because I could see the bookkeeper’s car. I knew she’d be leaving soon and I didn’t want her to see my standing their naked,” he replied rinsing his hair at this point. “Why do you ask?”
Give Me that Cum
He crawled up behind me in our warm bed, slid his arms around my body, engulfed me into his protection and rested his greedy hands on my breasts.
“It’s like coming home,” he whispered in my ear. It was 6:50am and my body did not want to retreat from our cozy bed and into the cold house for the morning wakeup routine. “Your body is heaven. God I just want to be here forever with you, my queen.” He squeezed my body tighter.
Puzzle Piece Position
I’m afraid, dear reader, that this blog is getting boring. Why? Because the passion and dissonance of our married, the very elements that make tango a romantic dance, are simmering into a beautiful, comfortable loving pie around here.
Yesterday was the second day we missed having some sort of sexual intercourse in January. And like the first time, it happened not on a day of aggravation or distance, but on a day of connection and warmth and true love between us.
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.
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 […]