Bitch in heat

I don't really know exactly what happened last night. More comes back as I write, but the first part is still mostly a blur.

There was sex. He spanked me, my breasts, my ass, my inner thighs ("Sensitive here, aren't you? I bet I can make you more sensitive."), once on my pussy.

There were lots of fingers sliding inside of me: "Show me how good you can fuck and maybe I'll give you my cock."

There was cock sucking, and then I was on top of him, and he hit his own thigh with the tips of the flogger - which made him feel stupid more than hurt him. He wilted a bit, but soon recovered while kissing me, and then he was atop me, and calling me all sorts of names, pinning me to the bed and growling. He erupted inside me while I begged him to use me, then rolled off, gathering me into his arms and holding me close.

I squirmed against him. He ordered me to go clean myself up in the bathroom, Then he held me again and we talked, stroking each other for a long, long time.. his hand struck my breast and I gasped, then asked for more.

DIY Demonstration

Despite not being a workaholic, my husband does still sometimes take his work home. He was working past 10:00 last night, and I gave up on waiting alongside him and made my way to bed. I waited there for a while, but eventually the hour got the better of me and I drifted off.

Sometime later, I was awakened by him stroking me. I made some happy noises to feel him, and he asked me softly, "Who told you you could go to sleep, huh?"

Something even more different

Last night I was exhausted. I went to bed very very early, and I fell asleep waiting for my husband to come and join me. He woke me up and then a long, long sex session started, starting with a nice long lying-on-our-sides face-to-cock face fucking. He told me didn't care if I was asleep, that he needed to fuck and that's what was going to happen. This turned me on immensely. He kept changing what was going on, "to keep me awake."

"No sleep for you!" he kept saying, or "You'd better not be falling asleep!"

As if I could with the ass-beating and his hands on my throat from behind me, with his cock shoving into my ass to "keep me awake."

After this very long and exhausting bout of physical activity, during which I chased an but did not catch an orgasm, my brain was on overdrive and there was no chance I was going back to sleep. I also found a series of pains starting in my ovary and continuing on to my knee, ankle, and foot and they were intense enough that I started folding up and groaning, trying to make it stop. He held me and asked me what was wrong, and I told him. I was almost crying. I started begging him to make it stop. I took his hand and put it on my breast.

I feel the need to add here that, while I do enjoy him hurting me once in a while, I have never identified myself as a pain slut and he is certainly not a sadist. So, what happened next overwhelmed and surprised me.

He twisted my nipple sharply and then slapped my breast, hard. This wasn't new, I'd enjoyed that during sex before and he's "punished" me for too much cocksucking by beating me like this. I gasped. He hit me again. I was lying on my side cuddled up to him, and both my breasts were held up by my arm against the bed. His left arm held me close against him. He slapped me across both nipples, and I buried my face against his chest as he unleashed a torrent of blows against me. I found myself murmuring "hurt me, hurt me, yes, yes" each time he'd land a blow, or I'd moan. I was arching into his hands. He'd stop once in a while and stroke my flesh or squeeze my nipples. The other pains in my body were quickly receding from my consciousness. His lips sought out mine and we kissed as he kept hitting me and hitting me. I was gasping and toward the end of the forever each time he hit me I just breathed out "Oh God..." and occasionally "it hurts, it hurts."

I was writhing against him and I buried my face in his neck, a litany of "Oh God" escaping from me against his skin. My brain exploded. There was nothing in the whole world but the two of us. He stopped, and stroked my VERY VERY sensitive breasts gently.

"You hurt me," I whispered, kissing his shoulder.

"I won't hurt you anymore," he said, continuing to caress me. "How are your pains?"

I paused and took stock of myself. Just the ankle hurting again, which was a helluva lot better than what was going on before that. I told him as much. I kept my face buried against his neck, not wanting to look at him, not sure what had just happened.

"What have you done to me?" I asked him, in between "Oh God"s.

"I hurt you," he stated matter-of-factly, and stroked my hair, still gently rubbing my abused breasts.

"What have I done?" I queried, still quite overwhelmed by everything. "Oh God."

"You took it." He squeezed me even closer to himself, told me he loved me.

I told him I loved him too, and continued whispering "Oh God" for a while, and we drifted off to sleep.

I just don't know what came over us, but as a pain relief technique, it beats the hell out of acupuncture. (Ha, beats the hell out of..)