Friday, August 24, 2012
How I fell in love with the wooden spoon
Yeah, you read that right.
I was grouchy. We're tired a lot, having a hard time adapting to shifting schedules, and I was in my submissive shutdown mode. My husband was waiting in bed and I was reading some random blog by someone I don't even know.
"Come to bed, my girl," he told me, standing naked, or nearly so, in the bedroom's door frame.
I waited a few minutes and then I did. I like obeying even when I don't think anything will come of it, even when my internal voice is telling me this is all stupid, that this game we play is clearly ridiculous and why are we even doing this? It's quite conflicted, living inside my head.
He grabbed me as I came into bed, pulling me against him. "Mine!" he said, not even letting me adjust my position. He held me against his chest and we talked, our voices low in the night.
Eventually he told me to turn over onto my belly, and he rubbed my back, adding a good scratch at my request. God, I love for him to scratch my back. I swear it's like magic. After all these years he knows exactly how much pressure to apply to make me groan with the release of perfectly scratched back skin.
"Give me your wrists," he said, tugging my hands behind my head. I bent my elbows and put my wrists together behind my neck. He slid the soft cuffs onto me, clicking them together and holding my hands in place. I moaned softly as I felt it, my submissive nature fully freed as soon as my movement was genuinely restricted.
"Whose are you?" he asked, close to my head.
"Yours," I whispered into the pillow.
"Whose?" he asked again, perhaps not having heard me, perhaps just to drive the point home.
"Yours," I said again, a little louder.
"And do you like to be mine?"
"Mmhmm!" I responded.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes!" I am definitely sure about that.
"You wouldn't prefer to just be my equal?"
"Noooo," I said.
"You like being my plaything? You like pleasing me? You like me using you?" His hands wandered over my back, my ass, my legs as he spoke.
"Yes," I answered softly to each question.
"Anything else? Or have I about covered it?"
"I think you got it."
I felt the soft tickler brush over my back, down my ass. "I like making you feel good," he said as I sighed softly with the gentle caress. The next thing he stroked me with was the smooth edge of our wooden spoon. I inhaled sharply, fear overtaking me. Oh, he can make that hurt so badly. He didn't, though, just tapped lightly with it, my fear releasing with each gentle tap against my skin.
He built it up slowly, covering my ass with little taps, then again with slightly heavier ones, and again, each time increasing the strength of his swing. It felt incredible and it went on for what seemed like forever.
I was moaning deeply, screaming with pleasure, lifting my ass up to meet the spoon.
"Oh, my girl likes that," he noted aloud, with a detached-sounding sort of interest. "Maybe I should stop." He did, briefly, not spanking me anymore.
"Oh, no," I pleaded.
"What's that, my girl? What do you want me to do?"
I was silent while I processed his question. "Spank me?"
"You want me to spank you with this wooden spoon?"
"Oh, yes."
"Okay then." He started again and it was brilliant. I raised up so high that he had easy access to the backs of my thighs, and he hit those too. I was soaring, each strike seeming to hit some sort of sweet spot inside me that released groan after groan of deep pleasure and fulfillment. I have never imagined I could feel so good from having that spoon applied to any part of me.
His hand followed the spoon and I was squirming, doing my best to get away, my backside unbelievably tenderized from the application of the spoon. "Mine, mine, mine!" he said with each impact of his hand on my rosy flesh. I lifted my ass even higher in the air, his chant of ownership flooding me with pleasure and the desire to please, and his hand was wrapping around and slapping my pussy at the same time. Oh, fuck, yes.
Several times during the entire spanking process I thought I might orgasm just from the feelings crashing over me. I was very, very vocal in my appreciation.
He stopped, pulling me over onto my side against him. "I'm going to fuck you," he announced into my ear, pulling my legs apart and sliding his fingers between them. I shivered as his voice traveled into my brain, the vibrations along my ear canal making me sigh with pleasure, the sound of his words striking glee into my heart.
But then his hand was moving, slapping my nipple. "Oh!" I cried out, surprised, arching my breast into his hands. He rained blows onto my nipples then, making me scream for what seemed an eternity. Oh, God. I writhed against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against my sensitized ass, thankfully unable to escape the blows as I backed into his body. He was spanking me deeper and deeper against him.
"I'm going to fuck you," he repeated softly. He pulled my legs open again, and then he was spanking my thighs. His fingers slid inside me easily. "Oh, my girl gets so wet from having her nipples slapped," he said into my ear. I shivered. I do. I can't help it. He pressed his cock against my pussy, rocking his hips.
"Oh, please fuck me," I broke down, begging.
"You want this cock?" he asked. He fisted his cock, sliding just the head inside me, his hand stopping more from going inside. I squirmed against him, trying to take more.
"Easy, girl," he whispered, his voice rough with passion. I tried to lunge back onto him, but his hand was in the way. "You'll get as much cock as I want you to have," he said roughly, his other hand squeezing my shoulder. I stilled, trembling, wanting to feel him buried all the way inside me, to feel his body pressed completely against mine. God. He is such a fucking tease.
I made a whiny noise. "Good girl," he said, pressing a little deeper into me. My pussy squeezed his cock in welcome and I tilted my hips, rocking just so slightly back onto him. He took the invitation and sank all the way in. I think we both groaned.
He started rocking with me, his hand returning to slapping my nipples as we moved. Oh, I was done for, and then his other hand was grabbing handfuls of my hair and squeezing, holding, then releasing and moving to a new handful, his voice ever present in my ear, telling me I was a good fuck hole, that I belonged to him, calling me a good girl, making me scream, groan, twist. Oh. Oh, yes. I couldn't have asked for a better fuck, and I had been a grouchy annoyance. Oh, hell, does he ever know how to set me straight. Or kinky.
And now I can't wait until he uses that fucking spoon again.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
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Monday, August 20, 2012
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!"
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.
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!"
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.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Free time
I have none.
But with family time ratcheted up a bit, there's lots of idle hand time, with a munchkin who isn't paying attention to what I'm really doing. So I've put my hands to work while we watch movies.
"So, what, you going for one a day now?" my husband asks.
The blue and white one turned out so spectacularly beautiful that I gifted it to my husband, whose favorite color is blue. I will probably make another one later.
But with family time ratcheted up a bit, there's lots of idle hand time, with a munchkin who isn't paying attention to what I'm really doing. So I've put my hands to work while we watch movies.
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| This one is actually for sale. |
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"So, what, you going for one a day now?" my husband asks.
The blue and white one turned out so spectacularly beautiful that I gifted it to my husband, whose favorite color is blue. I will probably make another one later.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Like coming home
"Oh, what a wet pussy. You don't mind if I taste this pussy, do you?"
My response was to toss my head and groan deeply. I wanted his cock inside me.
"I didn't think so." His face was buried between my legs before I could think about it, his tongue lapping at my clit. His fingers slid inside as he explored the rest of my sex with his tongue. Sensations flooded me - wet tongue, hard fingers, sliding, stroking. I bucked.
"Please," I begged again when he pulled his face away. I had been begging for a while now.
"Please what?"
"Oh, God, please fuck me with your cock."
"Oh, is that what you want?"
On top of me, he slid just the head of his cock inside my wet, needy hole and he teased me. "You wanted this in your mouth, didn't you?" He rocked back and forth, fucking me with just the head of his cock. I arched up into him, trying to engulf him, but he pulled away each time, maintaining the slight penetration.
"Yes, yes," I agreed, panting, desperate, my body surging uselessly beneath him. So near and yet so fucking far.
"Poor girl. So long since she's been properly fucked. How's this, baby?" He slowly sank a little more of his cock inside me, to many happy noises from me.
I watched him through half-closed eyes as he sank all the way inside me, my mouth opening in a scream of absolute joy as he bottomed out. Oh, fuck, yes. I closed my eyes again with the sheer pleasure as I lifted my hips into him, circling slowly, stroking his hardness with my insides.
"Look at me while I fuck you. Yeah, there you are. I'm fucking you," he growled down into my face, as screams streamed endlessly out of me. Fuck, he felt fantastic after so very, very long. Every millimeter of his hardness driving down into me made me squeal with delight. The strokes out were just as slow, creating anticipation for when the emptiness would be filled again. Days with no sex make this one very sad girl.
"Don't ever stop," I begged him softly as we moved slowly together.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked as we ground into each other.
He didn't, of course. But then there were his fingers, sliding against all the parts so freshly fucked, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my trembling, sighing, screaming body. "Come for me, baby, that's right, good girl."
Is there any better way to be a good girl than by responding to a command to come over and over and over? I think not.
He seemed finished, but as he stroked my back with his fingertips I screamed. "Oh, God, my love, you've turned my entire body into an erogenous zone," I whimpered as he kept touching my back, my side, my neck, my nipple.
"Oooh, I like to touch your erogenous zones," he responded, and proceeded to do so, despite my begging, screaming, and trembling.
"Ooh, look at you. Are you about to come just from me touching you?"
I was. I was shaking, whimpering, very, very close.
And then I felt his cock, hard again against my back. Apparently an oversensitive girl who nearly orgasms from light touches to vast expanses of skin is a major turn-on for my man.
"You want my cock again?"
"Oh, yes," I whispered.
Afterward, as we lay basking in the glow of our amazing fuck session, I said "Let's not ever, ever go that long without sex again."
Three nights is way, way too long.
Apologies for the rough-hewn nature of the post. I fear I haven't time to flesh it out properly or even introduce it.
My response was to toss my head and groan deeply. I wanted his cock inside me.
"I didn't think so." His face was buried between my legs before I could think about it, his tongue lapping at my clit. His fingers slid inside as he explored the rest of my sex with his tongue. Sensations flooded me - wet tongue, hard fingers, sliding, stroking. I bucked.
"Please," I begged again when he pulled his face away. I had been begging for a while now.
"Please what?"
"Oh, God, please fuck me with your cock."
"Oh, is that what you want?"
On top of me, he slid just the head of his cock inside my wet, needy hole and he teased me. "You wanted this in your mouth, didn't you?" He rocked back and forth, fucking me with just the head of his cock. I arched up into him, trying to engulf him, but he pulled away each time, maintaining the slight penetration.
"Yes, yes," I agreed, panting, desperate, my body surging uselessly beneath him. So near and yet so fucking far.
"Poor girl. So long since she's been properly fucked. How's this, baby?" He slowly sank a little more of his cock inside me, to many happy noises from me.
I watched him through half-closed eyes as he sank all the way inside me, my mouth opening in a scream of absolute joy as he bottomed out. Oh, fuck, yes. I closed my eyes again with the sheer pleasure as I lifted my hips into him, circling slowly, stroking his hardness with my insides.
"Look at me while I fuck you. Yeah, there you are. I'm fucking you," he growled down into my face, as screams streamed endlessly out of me. Fuck, he felt fantastic after so very, very long. Every millimeter of his hardness driving down into me made me squeal with delight. The strokes out were just as slow, creating anticipation for when the emptiness would be filled again. Days with no sex make this one very sad girl.
"Don't ever stop," I begged him softly as we moved slowly together.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked as we ground into each other.
He didn't, of course. But then there were his fingers, sliding against all the parts so freshly fucked, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my trembling, sighing, screaming body. "Come for me, baby, that's right, good girl."
Is there any better way to be a good girl than by responding to a command to come over and over and over? I think not.
He seemed finished, but as he stroked my back with his fingertips I screamed. "Oh, God, my love, you've turned my entire body into an erogenous zone," I whimpered as he kept touching my back, my side, my neck, my nipple.
"Oooh, I like to touch your erogenous zones," he responded, and proceeded to do so, despite my begging, screaming, and trembling.
"Ooh, look at you. Are you about to come just from me touching you?"
I was. I was shaking, whimpering, very, very close.
And then I felt his cock, hard again against my back. Apparently an oversensitive girl who nearly orgasms from light touches to vast expanses of skin is a major turn-on for my man.
"You want my cock again?"
"Oh, yes," I whispered.
Afterward, as we lay basking in the glow of our amazing fuck session, I said "Let's not ever, ever go that long without sex again."
Three nights is way, way too long.
Apologies for the rough-hewn nature of the post. I fear I haven't time to flesh it out properly or even introduce it.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Some other beginning's end
Every new beginning comes from one, you know. This night was one of the ending ones: my mom's last night here in our apartment with us before she goes back to the other side of the country.
My husband's been playing with me without a lot of pain lately - spankings turned to love taps, although thankfully the nipple pinching never went anywhere. I was beginning to feel that he thought pain was the only way to turn me on. It's not. I like lots of things, pain just happens to be one. When he started flogging my ass last night by gently smacking the flogger against my skin, and it made a pathetic little "flup," sound, I giggled.
"What? That's funny?" He did it again.
I giggled again. "I can barely even feel that!"
"Oh, huh. I thought you didn't want any pain."
"Husband, let me tell you something. It's going to be pretty hard to hurt me there."
"I see. As opposed to your thighs?" he confirmed.
"Mmhmm," I giggled again as he let the flogger flup against my backside once more. The giggle dissolved into a deep moan when he brought the flogger down with more force, feeling incredible as it thudded heavily against my body. He kept that up, actually bringing it down harder and harder, and I began to squirm as the delicious thumps built heat and sensitivity into my skin. He paused for breaks now and then, trailing the soft rope ends of the flogger over my ass, hearing my soft moans of pleasure from the delicate sensation.
His hand crashed into my ass, hard, making me jump. He did it again, swapping sides, and again.
"Oh, God, you can actually leave my ass there," I whispered. It felt like he was trying to eradicate it.
"I thought it would be hard to hurt you here?" he asked, landing another smack down just as hard.
"That is hard, love," I explained, jumping at the contact as he rubbed gently over the inflamed skin.
"I see," he said, and let his blows become a little less like anvils, a little more like hands. I resumed my happy moaning and wriggling.
He had me turn over after a while, pulling my legs open, gently slapping my spread thighs and my pussy until I arched up into his touch. Oh, the fire he was building was going to be spectacular when it was lit. "Mine!" he whispered at intervals as his open hand slapped into my delicate parts, making me groan each time.
He moved suddenly, his face between my spread thighs, and his tongue was working against my clit as his fingers slipped inside my pussy, pressing into my g-spot, making me buck and moan. His lips pressed against mine afterward and I responded gleefully, licking and sucking his lips that tasted and smelled of me.
"I am going to shove something in your ass." He paused for effect, then continued: "Then I'm going to make you suck my cock. Because I can. Because I want to."
He took out a plug and the lube, pushing me over gently onto my stomach again, lubing me for the invasion.
"It's a little cold. But it's okay, you'll warm it up," he assured me as he slipped the plug inside me. This was the Mood Naughty, a lot smaller and easier to accept than the Big End.
That's when he started the pleasure, the endless rolling waves of pleasure that crashed over me. My hair eventually worked itself all around my face, forming a net that caught my panted breath as surely as any more solid barrier. Steam built against my face as I writhed under the movements of his hand on my clit, inside me, pressing against my g-spot, teasing the base of the plug. I screamed, over and over, and could not get enough air. My hands moved to wipe the hair out of my face but they kept stopping to claw at the sheets, to slap against the bed. My screams bled into deep, satisfied moans as my body lifted, curling against the onslaught and then back down into his unrelenting touch.
"This," I panted, several orgasms in, "Oh, God, this is not... oh, god, this is not what getting your cock sucked looks like."
"Oh, I know," he responded smoothly, deftly bringing another orgasm, enjoying the way I curled, whether into it or against it, the way that I vibrated helplessly under the spell he wove with his magical fingertips. "This is all still part of shoving something in your ass. Thanks for the reminder, though." His voice rose slightly so I could hear him over my own pants and squeals, over the sound my open palms kept making when they slapped against the mattress.
"Is my girl ready to suck my cock?" he asked softly as my screams quieted and my breathing returned to a less ragged state. I nodded, my face still lost in the steamy cage created by my fallen hair. "Does she need a minute?" he asked, as I lay there, unmoving except for the rise and fall of the deep breaths I was taking. "I don't think I want to give her a minute. I want my cock sucked now. Come on, girl."
I inhaled roughly as I brushed the hair away from my face, the damp strands clinging to my hot skin. The cooler air of the bedroom rushed against my flushed face and it felt heavenly as I moved, turning on my side and scooting down so my face was even with his gorgeous cock. I filled my lungs with fresh air, with the newly clean scent of him, and I moaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue, using my lips to gently tug at his foreskin as he slid all the way to the back of my throat.
"Oh, yes, that's a good, good cocksucker," he praised me, causing another moan to rise from the depths of my being. Oh, yes, I do love being his good cocksucker. My deep moan around his cock was accompanied by a renewed surge of sucking, harder, deeper, gagging ever so slightly as he passed the entrance of my throat. My hands pulled his ass to me, stroked his balls, and we moved together, a timeless dance punctuated by our mutual sounds of pleasure and the occasional gag from me. I poured every ounce of the devotion that I feel toward him, of my appreciation for the pleasure he had already granted me, into my actions.
He was loud. He moaned repeatedly when he came, his hands tugging on my hair, pulling my head close to him. I rejoiced in his loudness as I struggled to swallow the copious amounts of seed he spilled into my mouth, down my throat. I suckled gently at his cock as it softened, whispering to him how perfectly it is formed, how much I love touching him there.
I finally left him alone and scooted up, his arms going around me automatically, his hand cupping my face as our lips met in a final kiss before sleeping.
My husband's been playing with me without a lot of pain lately - spankings turned to love taps, although thankfully the nipple pinching never went anywhere. I was beginning to feel that he thought pain was the only way to turn me on. It's not. I like lots of things, pain just happens to be one. When he started flogging my ass last night by gently smacking the flogger against my skin, and it made a pathetic little "flup," sound, I giggled.
"What? That's funny?" He did it again.
I giggled again. "I can barely even feel that!"
"Oh, huh. I thought you didn't want any pain."
"Husband, let me tell you something. It's going to be pretty hard to hurt me there."
"I see. As opposed to your thighs?" he confirmed.
"Mmhmm," I giggled again as he let the flogger flup against my backside once more. The giggle dissolved into a deep moan when he brought the flogger down with more force, feeling incredible as it thudded heavily against my body. He kept that up, actually bringing it down harder and harder, and I began to squirm as the delicious thumps built heat and sensitivity into my skin. He paused for breaks now and then, trailing the soft rope ends of the flogger over my ass, hearing my soft moans of pleasure from the delicate sensation.
His hand crashed into my ass, hard, making me jump. He did it again, swapping sides, and again.
"Oh, God, you can actually leave my ass there," I whispered. It felt like he was trying to eradicate it.
"I thought it would be hard to hurt you here?" he asked, landing another smack down just as hard.
"That is hard, love," I explained, jumping at the contact as he rubbed gently over the inflamed skin.
"I see," he said, and let his blows become a little less like anvils, a little more like hands. I resumed my happy moaning and wriggling.
He had me turn over after a while, pulling my legs open, gently slapping my spread thighs and my pussy until I arched up into his touch. Oh, the fire he was building was going to be spectacular when it was lit. "Mine!" he whispered at intervals as his open hand slapped into my delicate parts, making me groan each time.
He moved suddenly, his face between my spread thighs, and his tongue was working against my clit as his fingers slipped inside my pussy, pressing into my g-spot, making me buck and moan. His lips pressed against mine afterward and I responded gleefully, licking and sucking his lips that tasted and smelled of me.
"I am going to shove something in your ass." He paused for effect, then continued: "Then I'm going to make you suck my cock. Because I can. Because I want to."
He took out a plug and the lube, pushing me over gently onto my stomach again, lubing me for the invasion.
"It's a little cold. But it's okay, you'll warm it up," he assured me as he slipped the plug inside me. This was the Mood Naughty, a lot smaller and easier to accept than the Big End.
That's when he started the pleasure, the endless rolling waves of pleasure that crashed over me. My hair eventually worked itself all around my face, forming a net that caught my panted breath as surely as any more solid barrier. Steam built against my face as I writhed under the movements of his hand on my clit, inside me, pressing against my g-spot, teasing the base of the plug. I screamed, over and over, and could not get enough air. My hands moved to wipe the hair out of my face but they kept stopping to claw at the sheets, to slap against the bed. My screams bled into deep, satisfied moans as my body lifted, curling against the onslaught and then back down into his unrelenting touch.
"This," I panted, several orgasms in, "Oh, God, this is not... oh, god, this is not what getting your cock sucked looks like."
"Oh, I know," he responded smoothly, deftly bringing another orgasm, enjoying the way I curled, whether into it or against it, the way that I vibrated helplessly under the spell he wove with his magical fingertips. "This is all still part of shoving something in your ass. Thanks for the reminder, though." His voice rose slightly so I could hear him over my own pants and squeals, over the sound my open palms kept making when they slapped against the mattress.
"Is my girl ready to suck my cock?" he asked softly as my screams quieted and my breathing returned to a less ragged state. I nodded, my face still lost in the steamy cage created by my fallen hair. "Does she need a minute?" he asked, as I lay there, unmoving except for the rise and fall of the deep breaths I was taking. "I don't think I want to give her a minute. I want my cock sucked now. Come on, girl."
I inhaled roughly as I brushed the hair away from my face, the damp strands clinging to my hot skin. The cooler air of the bedroom rushed against my flushed face and it felt heavenly as I moved, turning on my side and scooting down so my face was even with his gorgeous cock. I filled my lungs with fresh air, with the newly clean scent of him, and I moaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue, using my lips to gently tug at his foreskin as he slid all the way to the back of my throat.
"Oh, yes, that's a good, good cocksucker," he praised me, causing another moan to rise from the depths of my being. Oh, yes, I do love being his good cocksucker. My deep moan around his cock was accompanied by a renewed surge of sucking, harder, deeper, gagging ever so slightly as he passed the entrance of my throat. My hands pulled his ass to me, stroked his balls, and we moved together, a timeless dance punctuated by our mutual sounds of pleasure and the occasional gag from me. I poured every ounce of the devotion that I feel toward him, of my appreciation for the pleasure he had already granted me, into my actions.
He was loud. He moaned repeatedly when he came, his hands tugging on my hair, pulling my head close to him. I rejoiced in his loudness as I struggled to swallow the copious amounts of seed he spilled into my mouth, down my throat. I suckled gently at his cock as it softened, whispering to him how perfectly it is formed, how much I love touching him there.
I finally left him alone and scooted up, his arms going around me automatically, his hand cupping my face as our lips met in a final kiss before sleeping.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
So it goes
Today has been our wedding anniversary.
My sweet husband took the day off to be with me, and it was lovely.
Morning sex was unfortunately interrupted by our munchkin knocking on our door, but we had awesome, awesome sex last night. I would have written about it but I was busy doing stuff.
I hope everyone is well. I have a few comments I still need to get to. I have read them and appreciate them all a lot, guys.
Perhaps back to a somewhat normal schedule next week.
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