Nearly squirting

I don't have the intense details of the sex, the spanking, the flogging that I know occurred.

But I do have an interesting anecdote.

I have the Mirena IUC for birth control, and while it has never bothered me on its own and has done many things to make my life better, occasionally particularly vigorous or rough sex will push the strings up behind my cervix. It hurts. Besides that, I've heard horror stories about the device migrating and even after several years of having it there, those don't leave my head. So when, after awesome sex, I feel pain around my cervix, I have a need to check it.

Don't read any further if you're the sort to shout "TMI!"

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I reached my fingers inside myself, but either my husband's cock or his hand that followed had lengthened my vagina and I couldn't feel my cervix.

"My cervix is gone," I groaned, exhausted after multiple screaming orgasms. I tottered off into the bathroom to try to get a better angle, because I knew it was in there somewhere. I squatted over the toilet, and as I reached inside my vagina, my knuckles bumped into my g-spot. From that little bump, clear fluid came pouring out of me, all over my hand. "What the..." I muttered to myself.

I spent some time examining my hand, sniffing it, even tasting it at one point.

Not urine.

Huh.

It didn't feel like anything at all when it happened. It was certainly interesting.

I fixed my strings, washed my hands, and told my husband the story as I curled up in his arms.

So bizarre.

Sex dreams

For the third night in a row, I had a sex dream.

This one was really, really weird, though.

We were in our bed like normal, except on the other side of me there was an angel. Perfect, sculpted, glowing hair, etc.

We were all naked.

I've been reading the book Good Omens (which is awesome, btw) and it has a demon and an angel in it, so possibly this is where the angel came from.

I had memories in the dream of the angel helping us out with some task, and coming to bed with us the night before, but being distracted by and having to go talk to a glowing light outside the window which I assumed was God. So this was the second night he'd come to bed with us.

I got the impression that this angel preferred men, so I did my best to not say anything, just touch him lightly, feather touches designed to give him chills. My husband had been stroking me and fell asleep pretty soon, not interested in the bed's other occupant.

The light appeared in the window again, and the angel turned his body in that direction as if to go, but somehow his legs were atop me and his body formed a cross with mine. I stroked his lower back, across his ass, his thighs. He groaned and arched upward into my touch. The light pulsed outside the window. I dipped my fingers between his cheeks to stroke across his sensitive bits there, and I used my other hand to circle his thick cock, which was just kind of bobbing there underneath him.

I just kept touching him like this for a long time, once in a while pressing a little kiss to his thigh. Eventually he got over me, himself, whatever, and he went to the light and disappeared.

My husband woke up, in the dream, and snuggled up to me while eyeing me suspiciously. "What did you guys do?" he asked, clearly expressing that he wouldn't approve of many things we could have done while he slumbered.

"I just touched him some." I responded.

"Huh, okay then."

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I'm not even sure I feel comfortable having had this dream! But having had this dream, I felt the need to share it.

Vibrations without batteries

We went to bed insanely early (like 8 PM), he held me and we talked for a long, long time.

I told him if he has irritants that he can't work out of his system I'd be awfully pleased if he'd work them out on me.

He asked me to teach him something. Out of the blue, just, "Teach me something."

I stammered for a while, unsure what to say before I finally stumbled onto something.

"You don't like to bind me much, and that makes me sad," I told him quietly, normally, like that's something a person says to another person. It's so bizarre, This Thing We Do.

He responded that he doesn't like to fumble, and so I told him he can tell me what to do, to put my limbs in position and tell me not to move. While that's perhaps not as satisfying as rope or cuffs, it's a lot better than nothing at all.

Then he asked me about role play, and how one starts it. "Don't you remember?" I asked him. It's not like we've never played roles before, but admittedly, it's been quite a long time.

We talked and talked and talked. I love talking to him; he makes me feel normal, just by his complete acceptance.

He turned the lights off and did stuff to me, but of course I don't remember it all. He put my hands over my head and told me to keep them the hell out of his way and to make sure not to touch him, then he flogged my thighs and breasts hard. "Take your shirt off!" he barked at me when it fell down from where he had shoved it and covered one of my breasts. I rolled on my side to do it and he flogged my ass while my back was turned. "Good girl," he told me when I rolled onto my back again.

I didn't feel like a particularly good girl. I felt like a hurting girl; my thighs were stinging and it was all I could do to keep them open. I can't take as much pain there as I can on my breasts, but he seems determined to hurt me more there. He sucked on one nipple while he flogged the other one and I actually screamed once in mid-sigh. The scream was more from surprise at the sudden impact than the pain, although it did hurt quite a bit.

He made me suck his cock, told me I could use my hands but not to touch anything but his legs and cock, so I was careful. He fucked my face violently, flogging my ass while he did. I was gasping and shuddering by the time he pulled away and ordered me atop him. "Get up here and fuck this cock for me," he told me roughly. "That's a good fuck toy," he whispered as I settled down over his hardness, "and now, since you get the cock, I get to play with these breasts. They are for my amusement, right?" He played with them and tugged on and squeezed my nipples, drawing little "oh, oh, oh" cries from me. I tried to sit all the way up and rock like that, but the intensity of the position knocked me forward - he forced me to stay mostly upright with his hands gripping my breasts, until finally he let me bend more, much to my relief. It was pretty hard to do all that without touching his upper body too...

My legs were wearing out at one point, and the intensity was overwhelming me. I started grunting small little "nuh-uh" noises, and he slapped my ass and said "What? You don't get to say nuh-uh, you get to fuck me until I'm done. Fuck toys don't get to say no."

He made me ride him until he spent himself, although he did finally let me touch him when I begged.

Afterward, while he held me, he shoved two fingers in my mouth, ordering me to suck. My left leg was bent slightly as I lay on my back, and my entire thigh started vibrating while I sucked his fingers. I'm not talking exhaustion tremors, we're talking full-on battery-operated vibration. I had no control over the damn thing, and at first I thought it was something he was doing to my leg with his other hand while I sucked. It was quite titillating at the time.

I pulled my mouth off his fingers long enough to ask what the hell  he was doing to me... and it turns out, nothing at all. He put his hand on my thigh and felt the vibrations there, and he freaked out. "Stop it!" he told me. No dice. I can't comply with an order if I can't control whatever's going on.

So weird.