I've wanted to share this "how it's done" story since it happened, but I'm thinking that only my Lit friends would really understand and appreciate it. Here goes...
Several months ago, I went back to work full time after having been a part timer for years. Most nights, I get home significantly later than my hubby because I commute by train. I walk into a house with children, a grandchild, mind full of what I need to do for dinner, how much laundry I need to get done, can I sit for 5 minutes before tackling everything. Last Thursday night was no different. I walked in the door with mind racing and couldn't wait to change out of my suit and into something comfortable. I said hello to the kids and made my slow way up to our third floor bedroom, which is blessedly isolated from the rest of the house.
I walked in to find my husband sitting on the bed, laptop in hand. The bed was made, there was incense burning, and obviously, I was curious. I set my coffe down on the nightstand and kissed him hello, then sat next to him on the bed. When I asked him how his day was, he told me a story of having come home early because he wasn't feeling well at work. He used his free time at home to browse on Lit and was inspired to write an erotic story about all the things he would do to me when I got home in my tight little skirt and jacket. The thoughts of dinner and laundry went right out of my head as I started to read it.
As I was reading, he took my heels off and started to massage my stocking feet. Is there anything more intimate than someone taking your shoes off? And rubbing your feet? We peeled off clothes layer by layer until we were both happily out of the confines of clothes and laying naked together. (in the middle of the evening? On a work night? OMG). He proceeded to show me in every way possible just how much he loved me and my body. My nipples were hard when he took them in his mouth for licking and sucking and gentle nibbles. I was already wet when his tongue and fingers made it to my pussy, fucking me with his fingers, driving me crazy with his tongue. I was completely on the edge as he made his way with his tongue to the rest of my body. Feather kisses on my neck and back, hands on my ass. Massage oil everywhere.
By the time he took me with his gorgeous cock, I was humming like Clapton's best guitar. He fucked my pussy like a wild thing and I loved every minute of it. The orgasm that rocked through my body went from hair to toes and every molecule I possess was vibrating. Seeing me cum always send him right over, and that night was no exception.
When we were laying together afterward, he thanked me. For the sex? No. For allowing him to indulge me. For giving him the gift of my orgasm.
That, gentlemen, is how we do that. Next time you're wondering about spicing things up or changing the way things are, take a page from my dear one. Nurturing and indulgence go a long way to getting into a woman's stockings!
There's only one thing that could have made the night more exciting - if there had been another man or woman sitting on the bed with him when I got home!
Happy new year, my friends. May it be filled with all the cock or pussy you desire.
Several months ago, I went back to work full time after having been a part timer for years. Most nights, I get home significantly later than my hubby because I commute by train. I walk into a house with children, a grandchild, mind full of what I need to do for dinner, how much laundry I need to get done, can I sit for 5 minutes before tackling everything. Last Thursday night was no different. I walked in the door with mind racing and couldn't wait to change out of my suit and into something comfortable. I said hello to the kids and made my slow way up to our third floor bedroom, which is blessedly isolated from the rest of the house.
I walked in to find my husband sitting on the bed, laptop in hand. The bed was made, there was incense burning, and obviously, I was curious. I set my coffe down on the nightstand and kissed him hello, then sat next to him on the bed. When I asked him how his day was, he told me a story of having come home early because he wasn't feeling well at work. He used his free time at home to browse on Lit and was inspired to write an erotic story about all the things he would do to me when I got home in my tight little skirt and jacket. The thoughts of dinner and laundry went right out of my head as I started to read it.
As I was reading, he took my heels off and started to massage my stocking feet. Is there anything more intimate than someone taking your shoes off? And rubbing your feet? We peeled off clothes layer by layer until we were both happily out of the confines of clothes and laying naked together. (in the middle of the evening? On a work night? OMG). He proceeded to show me in every way possible just how much he loved me and my body. My nipples were hard when he took them in his mouth for licking and sucking and gentle nibbles. I was already wet when his tongue and fingers made it to my pussy, fucking me with his fingers, driving me crazy with his tongue. I was completely on the edge as he made his way with his tongue to the rest of my body. Feather kisses on my neck and back, hands on my ass. Massage oil everywhere.
By the time he took me with his gorgeous cock, I was humming like Clapton's best guitar. He fucked my pussy like a wild thing and I loved every minute of it. The orgasm that rocked through my body went from hair to toes and every molecule I possess was vibrating. Seeing me cum always send him right over, and that night was no exception.
When we were laying together afterward, he thanked me. For the sex? No. For allowing him to indulge me. For giving him the gift of my orgasm.
That, gentlemen, is how we do that. Next time you're wondering about spicing things up or changing the way things are, take a page from my dear one. Nurturing and indulgence go a long way to getting into a woman's stockings!
There's only one thing that could have made the night more exciting - if there had been another man or woman sitting on the bed with him when I got home!
Happy new year, my friends. May it be filled with all the cock or pussy you desire.