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Here is something to wet your appetite major ;)

My Erotic Diary
Real life experiences...Saturday Evening.

It was a choice. Look sexy for my husband or just remain casual as I have been all day. I decided upon remaining casual, because I did not want to appear to be making our time alone special. I wanted it to be natural in every way. I knew after spending time travelling and dealing with our children all day at an exhibition would probably make him weary and tired, and just in case he had forgotten or way laid the reasons he had come home, making the effort to look sexy might have been fruitless. I was not going to force sex upon him like a nymphomaniac on heat, although it had been a week since both of us had had sex, and I wanted it badly. I wanted him badly. Within the next twenty four hours I was going to be garnished with love from both him and Jules.

I thanked fast food restaurants that he was not hungry when he walked through the door and gave me a welcoming hug. The tell tale hint that he was horny and ready came with his deep passionate kisses. His hands clutched my buttocks through the denim of my jeans sending tingles up my spine. I was ready when he was, but in his time only.

I opened a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses as we sat at the kitchen table. I wanted to know how the children were and how he and they had enjoyed their day. And of course, what mood my sister Alex was in following our rift in communication caused by a family disagreement. Atleast she allowed my children to stay until Monday, when I would have to eventually confront her over the issues.

He was happy and told me how much he had missed me over the past hours and wished that I would have joined them. But, I needed the time on my own. A week ago I made him promise to do one thing for me when I began my period. I wanted him not to masturbate so that I could receive his full load whilst making love, as much of him as possible. He smiled and reassured me that he had done so and could not wait any longer. I remembered my promise in return, of which I nearly failed. He wanted me as raw as possible, natural, without the extra pretty trimmings and sexy dressing up. I was in my jeans and raggy t-shirt, no bra and just panties. I could not be any more casual than that.

I allowed him to take the lead as we switched off all communication from the outside world, not wanting to be disturbed. He took me to the leather couch, which we often used for making love on. This was not going to be the usual bedroom romp this time. The whole thing partly spontaneous, he had obviously been thinking about it all day and so had I. But, I was determined to let him play out his fantasy as we kissed gently beside each other. I listened to his dirty talk in my ear which I will admit, I loved. It turned me on so much as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of my jeans. He had found the zipper and slowly ran it down; placing his hand inside, seeking out how damp I was with his fingers. He seemed pleased when he put his fingers to his nostrils and took a deep breath. Could I not be any more natural than that? He worshipped my sex and always had.

He knelt beside my legs, urging me to sit on the edge of the couch. He began to open my belt and gently he pulled down my jeans to my knees, taking further deep breaths of my natural essence that lingered on my panties. He smiled back at me in that teasing way he had, taking his time to slide down my panties revealing just my pubic mound of scanty hair. That was all he wanted for the moment. My legs held together by my jeans and panties securely around my knees while he licked his tongue between my thighs, sending even more tingles through me. He knew my erogenous zones quite well and used them to excite me with his licks and kisses, and this time he had hit a really sensitive spot. One sweep of his tongue touched both tops of my thighs. He was just centimetres away from my clitoris, hidden beyond the flesh of my labia, which began to swell with desire as more of my juices flowed deep within me.

He stood up and removed his pants and shorts as I watched. I could see how hard he had become as his cock sprung out between the bottoms of his white shirt. Like all well endowed men, the weight made it almost horizontal as if pointing at me, telling me to be aware. At one time his hardness would point upwards quite easily when aroused, but age was now paying its toll on his firmness. I was warned that one day that it would happen. He was in his forties and things happen to men that way. I counted myself lucky that he still satisfied and nothing mattered as long as we could both enjoy the sex.

He was going to remove my jeans and panties. I had my own ideas and stopped him. He knew what I wanted as he straddled my thighs, allowing me to sit up on the cold leather couch. I wanted to tease his manhood gently and softly with my tongue and feel it in my hands as I stroked it. It was throbbing and tight as I pulled back the foreskin and his testicles hung supreme between his thighs, holding that precious cream of his that I wanted so badly. Whilst my tongue tasted his glans, running circles around it, I felt his twitch, urging me to go further. There was no place for words, just his soft moans of pleasure as I slowly took his veiny manhood into my mouth and throat, feeling it pulsing against my tongue. I sucked in air as I gagged on him. That always makes him quiver each time I do it and I could taste his precum as I swallowed, leaving my saliva on him.

I wondered what the chances were of bringing him off and letting him recover later. This was what I really wanted, but he often relaxes and sleeps afterwards with contentment. I never looked upon that as selfishness. It was the way things were. I wished that he was one of the few men who say that they can experience multiple orgasms. I’m not complaining.

I continued to stroke and deep throat him as his hips jerked, his moans getting louder. We were alone, it did not matter. The more I took him into my throat the more I coated his gorgeous manhood with my saliva, which made it easier to move my head faster, following his demanding jerks. Then the moment was about to happen. He roughly took my head and held it. Again, I did not mind. He was having an orgasm and I could feel the warm fresh spunk hitting the back of my throat. I quickly released him before I choked, allowing more of his streams of cum to dribble over my lips and tongue, then onto my t-shirt that I was still wearing. He had not yet wanted my breasts; they were not a main issue to him. He was technically not a breast man and never had been in all the years I had known him.

He used the word “fuck” continuously as I licked him clean, which told me that he had indeed been relieved to have cum. And there were lots of it. A promise kept I thought. He began to relax and so did his cock. Funny how you begin to feel the weight of such a thing once the muscles within it relax. It always gave me the impression that the tension of a hard on was painful for a man? Apparently not.

I sat back on the couch and kicked off my trainers. Yes, it was not over yet and I needed him to fuck me crazy somehow. He complied by removing my jeans and panties as I lifted off the spunk stained t-shirt. I let him see what he had done to me as I raised my legs and parted my thighs. I was creamy and sticky and oozing love juice. I took some on my fingers and let him taste it as he removed his shirt. There was more for the taking and all he had to do was lick me clean and make more.

Without hesitation he began to feast on my juices. I could feel his tongue lapping up and down my inner lips and around my clitty, sending those sharp tingling waves up and down my spine and to the ends of my toes. I was ready to cum and so I gently held his head in place, using my finger to guide him to that certain spot peeping from its hood like a pink button. He sucked on it gently, knowing exactly what I wanted as my body went into full spasm. Instant orgasm, wild and furious, and so much pleasure. I released my liquid love in one long gush as I felt him drink it, consuming as much as he could take. The rest dribbled between my buttocks and onto the cold leather of the couch. The reason why we only made love on that one couch. It was so easy to clean and keep clean.

His lapping continued, spreading my lips wide and I could feel the cold of the air inside of me. I was wide open, making it easy for him to lick deep inside with help of one finger. The orgasm had tightened my vagina muscle and now it had expanded in reflex. This was the right moment to enter with a cock, a toy or even a fisting attempt. But, still he was flaccid and needed to be aroused again. That certain aroma of one’s sex had been licked away, and the only remnants remained on his face and my fingers.

Slowly he began to use his tongue on my pubic mound, then upwards around my belly button, yet another one my erogenous zones, but this time a kind of ticklish one which made me giggle. He teased me, sucking, biting and kissing the skin around it playfully. Then I pointed to my nipple, raised and waiting to be sucked and kissed also. There was no need for words. He immediately began to kiss both breasts and nipples in turn, gently tugging them with his teeth which started those tingles through my body once more. I did not let him stop. I held his head on them and urged him to continue as I used my fingers to twist the other not being pleasured by him. I was becoming excited again; those nice tingly feelings in my groin, letting me know that whenever he was ready, I was too. More oral sex or full penetration, it did not matter.

I could feel him getting harder. My luck was now in. He would enter me and it would take him longer to cum. Has he kissed and caressed my nipples, I stroked him harder, still feeling that stickiness on his shaft. He was in the right place for me to pat it against my open lips and eventually urge him in. I was wide still and there were no problems getting his semi hardness inside of me, all he needed to do was push, and that he did, like many times before after oral sex when I had released him.

I played a game with him now he was inside. I pretended to fall asleep, contracting my vagina tight around him. He would tickle me until I gave up replying to his passionate kisses and feeling him push slowly in and out until he became harder. Each thrust would begin to touch my sensitive spot, arousing me more and more until my moans encouraged him to move faster. Once more he was solid and hard. Once more he remembered to thrust shallow and not too deep inside of me so that I could feel his glans on that spot which made me cum so readily. I wanted lots of orgasms. And with his help, I would have them.

He kept up that thrusting, his cock filling me up and expanding my tightness against his girth. With help from my fingers I could raise one climax after another in a wild sensation of pure sexual pleasure. The more I moaned the more he became excited knowing that he was pleasing me with his actions and dirty talk. It seemed that my body was willing to take more and more before I reached that ultimate orgasmic threshold. I was surprised, being so horny. Nature was on my side and allowed me atleast six or seven climaxes before I could take no more and still he had not cum a second time. His excitement was riding high, but he understood when I crumbled into a ball of quivering flesh. It just needed a few moments for me to settle down and relax. Already the couch was flooded by my releases. It would be true to say I had been satisfied at that point. But, my man was wanting to cum once more.

I decided to blow him once I regained my senses. A few strokes and he had cum, enough to fill my tongue and swallow it with pleasure. He seemed to be more appreciative of his second orgasm. He was more relaxed than the first and it made him more romantic as he swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs to our bedroom.

And there we lay in spoons, cuddling up to each other. The time had passed and he was contented, a long day and sex to finish had made him tired. I love him so much...
Sienna :heart:
 
Sienna said:
Here is something to wet your appetite major ;)

My Erotic Diary
Real life experiences...Saturday Evening.

It was a choice. Look sexy for my husband or just remain casual as I have been all day. I decided upon remaining casual, because I did not want to appear to be making our time alone special. I wanted it to be natural in every way. I knew after spending time travelling and dealing with our children all day at an exhibition would probably make him weary and tired, and just in case he had forgotten or way laid the reasons he had come home, making the effort to look sexy might have been fruitless. I was not going to force sex upon him like a nymphomaniac on heat, although it had been a week since both of us had had sex, and I wanted it badly. I wanted him badly. Within the next twenty four hours I was going to be garnished with love from both him and Jules.

I thanked fast food restaurants that he was not hungry when he walked through the door and gave me a welcoming hug. The tell tale hint that he was horny and ready came with his deep passionate kisses. His hands clutched my buttocks through the denim of my jeans sending tingles up my spine. I was ready when he was, but in his time only.

I opened a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses as we sat at the kitchen table. I wanted to know how the children were and how he and they had enjoyed their day. And of course, what mood my sister Alex was in following our rift in communication caused by a family disagreement. Atleast she allowed my children to stay until Monday, when I would have to eventually confront her over the issues.

He was happy and told me how much he had missed me over the past hours and wished that I would have joined them. But, I needed the time on my own. A week ago I made him promise to do one thing for me when I began my period. I wanted him not to masturbate so that I could receive his full load whilst making love, as much of him as possible. He smiled and reassured me that he had done so and could not wait any longer. I remembered my promise in return, of which I nearly failed. He wanted me as raw as possible, natural, without the extra pretty trimmings and sexy dressing up. I was in my jeans and raggy t-shirt, no bra and just panties. I could not be any more casual than that.

I allowed him to take the lead as we switched off all communication from the outside world, not wanting to be disturbed. He took me to the leather couch, which we often used for making love on. This was not going to be the usual bedroom romp this time. The whole thing partly spontaneous, he had obviously been thinking about it all day and so had I. But, I was determined to let him play out his fantasy as we kissed gently beside each other. I listened to his dirty talk in my ear which I will admit, I loved. It turned me on so much as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of my jeans. He had found the zipper and slowly ran it down; placing his hand inside, seeking out how damp I was with his fingers. He seemed pleased when he put his fingers to his nostrils and took a deep breath. Could I not be any more natural than that? He worshipped my sex and always had.

He knelt beside my legs, urging me to sit on the edge of the couch. He began to open my belt and gently he pulled down my jeans to my knees, taking further deep breaths of my natural essence that lingered on my panties. He smiled back at me in that teasing way he had, taking his time to slide down my panties revealing just my pubic mound of scanty hair. That was all he wanted for the moment. My legs held together by my jeans and panties securely around my knees while he licked his tongue between my thighs, sending even more tingles through me. He knew my erogenous zones quite well and used them to excite me with his licks and kisses, and this time he had hit a really sensitive spot. One sweep of his tongue touched both tops of my thighs. He was just centimetres away from my clitoris, hidden beyond the flesh of my labia, which began to swell with desire as more of my juices flowed deep within me.

He stood up and removed his pants and shorts as I watched. I could see how hard he had become as his cock sprung out between the bottoms of his white shirt. Like all well endowed men, the weight made it almost horizontal as if pointing at me, telling me to be aware. At one time his hardness would point upwards quite easily when aroused, but age was now paying its toll on his firmness. I was warned that one day that it would happen. He was in his forties and things happen to men that way. I counted myself lucky that he still satisfied and nothing mattered as long as we could both enjoy the sex.

He was going to remove my jeans and panties. I had my own ideas and stopped him. He knew what I wanted as he straddled my thighs, allowing me to sit up on the cold leather couch. I wanted to tease his manhood gently and softly with my tongue and feel it in my hands as I stroked it. It was throbbing and tight as I pulled back the foreskin and his testicles hung supreme between his thighs, holding that precious cream of his that I wanted so badly. Whilst my tongue tasted his glans, running circles around it, I felt his twitch, urging me to go further. There was no place for words, just his soft moans of pleasure as I slowly took his veiny manhood into my mouth and throat, feeling it pulsing against my tongue. I sucked in air as I gagged on him. That always makes him quiver each time I do it and I could taste his precum as I swallowed, leaving my saliva on him.

I wondered what the chances were of bringing him off and letting him recover later. This was what I really wanted, but he often relaxes and sleeps afterwards with contentment. I never looked upon that as selfishness. It was the way things were. I wished that he was one of the few men who say that they can experience multiple orgasms. I’m not complaining.

I continued to stroke and deep throat him as his hips jerked, his moans getting louder. We were alone, it did not matter. The more I took him into my throat the more I coated his gorgeous manhood with my saliva, which made it easier to move my head faster, following his demanding jerks. Then the moment was about to happen. He roughly took my head and held it. Again, I did not mind. He was having an orgasm and I could feel the warm fresh spunk hitting the back of my throat. I quickly released him before I choked, allowing more of his streams of cum to dribble over my lips and tongue, then onto my t-shirt that I was still wearing. He had not yet wanted my breasts; they were not a main issue to him. He was technically not a breast man and never had been in all the years I had known him.

He used the word “fuck” continuously as I licked him clean, which told me that he had indeed been relieved to have cum. And there were lots of it. A promise kept I thought. He began to relax and so did his cock. Funny how you begin to feel the weight of such a thing once the muscles within it relax. It always gave me the impression that the tension of a hard on was painful for a man? Apparently not.

I sat back on the couch and kicked off my trainers. Yes, it was not over yet and I needed him to fuck me crazy somehow. He complied by removing my jeans and panties as I lifted off the spunk stained t-shirt. I let him see what he had done to me as I raised my legs and parted my thighs. I was creamy and sticky and oozing love juice. I took some on my fingers and let him taste it as he removed his shirt. There was more for the taking and all he had to do was lick me clean and make more.

Without hesitation he began to feast on my juices. I could feel his tongue lapping up and down my inner lips and around my clitty, sending those sharp tingling waves up and down my spine and to the ends of my toes. I was ready to cum and so I gently held his head in place, using my finger to guide him to that certain spot peeping from its hood like a pink button. He sucked on it gently, knowing exactly what I wanted as my body went into full spasm. Instant orgasm, wild and furious, and so much pleasure. I released my liquid love in one long gush as I felt him drink it, consuming as much as he could take. The rest dribbled between my buttocks and onto the cold leather of the couch. The reason why we only made love on that one couch. It was so easy to clean and keep clean.

His lapping continued, spreading my lips wide and I could feel the cold of the air inside of me. I was wide open, making it easy for him to lick deep inside with help of one finger. The orgasm had tightened my vagina muscle and now it had expanded in reflex. This was the right moment to enter with a cock, a toy or even a fisting attempt. But, still he was flaccid and needed to be aroused again. That certain aroma of one’s sex had been licked away, and the only remnants remained on his face and my fingers.

Slowly he began to use his tongue on my pubic mound, then upwards around my belly button, yet another one my erogenous zones, but this time a kind of ticklish one which made me giggle. He teased me, sucking, biting and kissing the skin around it playfully. Then I pointed to my nipple, raised and waiting to be sucked and kissed also. There was no need for words. He immediately began to kiss both breasts and nipples in turn, gently tugging them with his teeth which started those tingles through my body once more. I did not let him stop. I held his head on them and urged him to continue as I used my fingers to twist the other not being pleasured by him. I was becoming excited again; those nice tingly feelings in my groin, letting me know that whenever he was ready, I was too. More oral sex or full penetration, it did not matter.

I could feel him getting harder. My luck was now in. He would enter me and it would take him longer to cum. Has he kissed and caressed my nipples, I stroked him harder, still feeling that stickiness on his shaft. He was in the right place for me to pat it against my open lips and eventually urge him in. I was wide still and there were no problems getting his semi hardness inside of me, all he needed to do was push, and that he did, like many times before after oral sex when I had released him.

I played a game with him now he was inside. I pretended to fall asleep, contracting my vagina tight around him. He would tickle me until I gave up replying to his passionate kisses and feeling him push slowly in and out until he became harder. Each thrust would begin to touch my sensitive spot, arousing me more and more until my moans encouraged him to move faster. Once more he was solid and hard. Once more he remembered to thrust shallow and not too deep inside of me so that I could feel his glans on that spot which made me cum so readily. I wanted lots of orgasms. And with his help, I would have them.

He kept up that thrusting, his cock filling me up and expanding my tightness against his girth. With help from my fingers I could raise one climax after another in a wild sensation of pure sexual pleasure. The more I moaned the more he became excited knowing that he was pleasing me with his actions and dirty talk. It seemed that my body was willing to take more and more before I reached that ultimate orgasmic threshold. I was surprised, being so horny. Nature was on my side and allowed me atleast six or seven climaxes before I could take no more and still he had not cum a second time. His excitement was riding high, but he understood when I crumbled into a ball of quivering flesh. It just needed a few moments for me to settle down and relax. Already the couch was flooded by my releases. It would be true to say I had been satisfied at that point. But, my man was wanting to cum once more.

I decided to blow him once I regained my senses. A few strokes and he had cum, enough to fill my tongue and swallow it with pleasure. He seemed to be more appreciative of his second orgasm. He was more relaxed than the first and it made him more romantic as he swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs to our bedroom.

And there we lay in spoons, cuddling up to each other. The time had passed and he was contented, a long day and sex to finish had made him tired. I love him so much...
Sienna :heart:
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Thank you for that scintillating, arousing, wonderful story. You are truly an inspiration! :)
 
My Erotic Diary
Real life experiences...An End To A Perfect Evening.

My night of crazy sex was much needed. I think my husband needed it too because he was just has horny as I was... the whole thing sparked into action at a very well known club/restaraunt earlier. He remained sober, having to drive us home later.

Being a little drunk myself I began to tease him as usual. In the car on the way home I gave him a little taster of what I wanted by letting my boob pop over the top of my black dress. A risk I know, but at 2.30am in the morning, the traffic was quiet and the roads and streets clear of people (most of the journey was through countryside). The rest you can imagine I'm sure.

So, there we were, driving home and me teasing him with just one booby out of my dress. Also I allowed the dress to ride-up whilst being secured by the seat belt, exposing my flesh-coloured lacy top stockings and suspenders (something I very rarely wear) giving him more "eye candy" and clear signals that everything was go.

Everytime he changed gear, he could not resist a quick feel of my thighs. This felt good. I knew he was getting hard inside his pants and just the very thought of his cock being so hard and available was turning me on so much.

As we were driving along I had to be careful not to distract him too much. The touching of my thighs was enough to satisfy him. The rest would come when we arrived home.

We entered the house. We both couldn't hold ourselves back to get involved in some very deep passionate kissing. I eased off his jacket and held him close to us by his neck tie, making sure those kisses lasted for as long as possible.

We were alone. The whole house to ourselves without anyone to bother us. My first move as always was to kneel and take a feel of how he was aroused, and believe me he was. My man, if I may say so myself, has a cock to die for and it was all mine.

Dropping his pants I could see it was waiting for my attention. Soon it was free and in my tender caressing grip. The gorgeous mushroom head waiting to be licked and kissed by my lips... I wanted it so badly. It had been almost two weeks since I saw him so aroused like that.

I began to caress his cock with my tongue, watching him flinching with every stroke of it on his glans. His hand eased out my breast, the left, his favourite, and his fingers pulled and twisted at my already hardened nipple. It sent tingles through my body, making me very damp between my thighs, filling my thong with love juice.

I deep throated him. He loved that so much. My eyes stared up to him has he took my hair into his hands and already I could taste his precum. I just hoped he would not cum so soon being a long time for both of us.

Knowing that he would cum too soon the way he was reacting I had to take control if I was to enjoy this too. Equal enjoyment was the order of the day. I could feel his swollen testicles within their sack and I was sure whatever he had stored in them was going to be down my throat before I knew it.

It was my turn for him to have me. I slipped off my thong and raised that black dress from my body until all I was wearing was my stockings and suspeneder belt. The couch was close enough to flop down onto as I grabbed the bottle of alcoholic fruit juice. If it was juice he wanted, then he could have it... a cool mixture of me and the fruity juice was in order.

I let him watch as I poured it slowly over my belly, onto my hairy mound and down between my partially open yOni lips. He could not resist what I was doing and he went down onto his knees, flinging my legs over his shoulders and licking me open gently. Each time his tongue brushed upon my aroused clitty, I could feel tingling running through my body.

The thing about my man is, he really does enjoy my yOni. His fingers spread me wide and I could feel the cool wetness of his tongue around my exposed flesh. I continued to dribble more fruit juice so that he could lick and savour some more. He became besotted by the taste, by now mostly alcoholic juice.

I wanted to cum for him and somehow he knew that as he began to lick and suck on my peanut sized clitty, teasing it and arousing it from it's swollen pink hood. That was all it needed to begin the flowing of my natural juices. He was sending me crazy and my orgasm was growing in intensity. It was a signal to him that oral sex on me was working. I climaxed and he continued, making me ride more and more waves of peaks one after another.

It did not matter how much noise I was making. There was nobody to disturb. And I had that chance to show him that I could still gush for him, filling his mouth with my juices until he could take no more.

One thing he liked to do his finger me. He knew exactly the right spot. Using two fingers and his thumb on my clitty I was being taken to ecstasy whether I wanted it or not. Now he was in control of my body.

I could only take so much of multiple orgasms and I finally began to roll up into a ball with my whole body trembling and riding those orgasmic spasms. This is where he always takes the advantage, turning me around to kneel on the couch with my buttocks towards him. I could feel his strong fingers holding my cheeks apart and then his slow entry into me.

I had began to close tight during my orgasms and his cock felt very hard when he entered me. It was a wonderful feeling of being breached so tenderly, parting my yOni and sending new sensations through me. He was big, much bigger than I could take. Throughout our sex lives, he has never been able to penetrate me all the way. What he gave to me was enough and I could tell he was aroused by the way his pushing began to grow fierce. I signalled for him to slow down for two reasons; I wanted this thing to last and the other was for him to push less into me.

After a while I sat him down and straddled him, my face staring into his eyes as he played with my breasts and buttocks in turn. I was now well wet and lubricated enough for the tightness to become more convenient for both of us. I was conscious of safe sex. We used no protection, but that was all the more better for what I had in mind as we fucked in perfect satisfying bliss.

The aroma of our sex was keeping us both on the edge. I began to orgasm again, only this time much more slower and more in control. The trick now was to ensure that my man was not going to cum too quickly. Riding him I watched for the tell-tale signs and then stopped for a moment, talking and whispering to him. Telling each other tenderly how much we loved each other.

Still hard and throbbing inside of me I began to ride him again. Soon he began to plead that he could no longer hold back. It was time to ease him out of me and kneel between his open legs. His cock sticky with my juices and no doubt his precum too. The taste on my tongue is exquisite. I just love the taste of sex and it's tangy aroma. This just made me want to swallow him whole, deeper, sucking gently as I released him and then like always without fail he began to release his man cum onto my face and lips.

I certainly got what I wanted and so did he. Two weeks is a long time without sex and he certainly showed for it when he came...

:kiss:Sienna
 
Sienna said:
My Erotic Diary
Real life experiences...An End To A Perfect Evening.

My night of crazy sex was much needed. I think my husband needed it too because he was just has horny as I was... the whole thing sparked into action at a very well known club/restaraunt earlier. He remained sober, having to drive us home later.

Being a little drunk myself I began to tease him as usual. In the car on the way home I gave him a little taster of what I wanted by letting my boob pop over the top of my black dress. A risk I know, but at 2.30am in the morning, the traffic was quiet and the roads and streets clear of people (most of the journey was through countryside). The rest you can imagine I'm sure.

So, there we were, driving home and me teasing him with just one booby out of my dress. Also I allowed the dress to ride-up whilst being secured by the seat belt, exposing my flesh-coloured lacy top stockings and suspenders (something I very rarely wear) giving him more "eye candy" and clear signals that everything was go.

Everytime he changed gear, he could not resist a quick feel of my thighs. This felt good. I knew he was getting hard inside his pants and just the very thought of his cock being so hard and available was turning me on so much.

As we were driving along I had to be careful not to distract him too much. The touching of my thighs was enough to satisfy him. The rest would come when we arrived home.

We entered the house. We both couldn't hold ourselves back to get involved in some very deep passionate kissing. I eased off his jacket and held him close to us by his neck tie, making sure those kisses lasted for as long as possible.

We were alone. The whole house to ourselves without anyone to bother us. My first move as always was to kneel and take a feel of how he was aroused, and believe me he was. My man, if I may say so myself, has a cock to die for and it was all mine.

Dropping his pants I could see it was waiting for my attention. Soon it was free and in my tender caressing grip. The gorgeous mushroom head waiting to be licked and kissed by my lips... I wanted it so badly. It had been almost two weeks since I saw him so aroused like that.

I began to caress his cock with my tongue, watching him flinching with every stroke of it on his glans. His hand eased out my breast, the left, his favourite, and his fingers pulled and twisted at my already hardened nipple. It sent tingles through my body, making me very damp between my thighs, filling my thong with love juice.

I deep throated him. He loved that so much. My eyes stared up to him has he took my hair into his hands and already I could taste his precum. I just hoped he would not cum so soon being a long time for both of us.

Knowing that he would cum too soon the way he was reacting I had to take control if I was to enjoy this too. Equal enjoyment was the order of the day. I could feel his swollen testicles within their sack and I was sure whatever he had stored in them was going to be down my throat before I knew it.

It was my turn for him to have me. I slipped off my thong and raised that black dress from my body until all I was wearing was my stockings and suspeneder belt. The couch was close enough to flop down onto as I grabbed the bottle of alcoholic fruit juice. If it was juice he wanted, then he could have it... a cool mixture of me and the fruity juice was in order.

I let him watch as I poured it slowly over my belly, onto my hairy mound and down between my partially open yOni lips. He could not resist what I was doing and he went down onto his knees, flinging my legs over his shoulders and licking me open gently. Each time his tongue brushed upon my aroused clitty, I could feel tingling running through my body.

The thing about my man is, he really does enjoy my yOni. His fingers spread me wide and I could feel the cool wetness of his tongue around my exposed flesh. I continued to dribble more fruit juice so that he could lick and savour some more. He became besotted by the taste, by now mostly alcoholic juice.

I wanted to cum for him and somehow he knew that as he began to lick and suck on my peanut sized clitty, teasing it and arousing it from it's swollen pink hood. That was all it needed to begin the flowing of my natural juices. He was sending me crazy and my orgasm was growing in intensity. It was a signal to him that oral sex on me was working. I climaxed and he continued, making me ride more and more waves of peaks one after another.

It did not matter how much noise I was making. There was nobody to disturb. And I had that chance to show him that I could still gush for him, filling his mouth with my juices until he could take no more.

One thing he liked to do his finger me. He knew exactly the right spot. Using two fingers and his thumb on my clitty I was being taken to ecstasy whether I wanted it or not. Now he was in control of my body.

I could only take so much of multiple orgasms and I finally began to roll up into a ball with my whole body trembling and riding those orgasmic spasms. This is where he always takes the advantage, turning me around to kneel on the couch with my buttocks towards him. I could feel his strong fingers holding my cheeks apart and then his slow entry into me.

I had began to close tight during my orgasms and his cock felt very hard when he entered me. It was a wonderful feeling of being breached so tenderly, parting my yOni and sending new sensations through me. He was big, much bigger than I could take. Throughout our sex lives, he has never been able to penetrate me all the way. What he gave to me was enough and I could tell he was aroused by the way his pushing began to grow fierce. I signalled for him to slow down for two reasons; I wanted this thing to last and the other was for him to push less into me.

After a while I sat him down and straddled him, my face staring into his eyes as he played with my breasts and buttocks in turn. I was now well wet and lubricated enough for the tightness to become more convenient for both of us. I was conscious of safe sex. We used no protection, but that was all the more better for what I had in mind as we fucked in perfect satisfying bliss.

The aroma of our sex was keeping us both on the edge. I began to orgasm again, only this time much more slower and more in control. The trick now was to ensure that my man was not going to cum too quickly. Riding him I watched for the tell-tale signs and then stopped for a moment, talking and whispering to him. Telling each other tenderly how much we loved each other.

Still hard and throbbing inside of me I began to ride him again. Soon he began to plead that he could no longer hold back. It was time to ease him out of me and kneel between his open legs. His cock sticky with my juices and no doubt his precum too. The taste on my tongue is exquisite. I just love the taste of sex and it's tangy aroma. This just made me want to swallow him whole, deeper, sucking gently as I released him and then like always without fail he began to release his man cum onto my face and lips.

I certainly got what I wanted and so did he. Two weeks is a long time without sex and he certainly showed for it when he came...

:kiss:Sienna
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I am proving right now that excitement and intensity can be palpable. ;)
 
Lorraine and I have a collaboration story you will love major...

I must go now... take care :kiss::)
 
Sienna said:
Lorraine and I have a collaboration story you will love major...

I must go now... take care :kiss::)
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I will await will bated breath my lovely one. It's time to call it a night myself. Take care as well :rose: goodnight :)
 
Mankind and the Invention of Religion

(A personal and irreverent reflection)

And so, in the Garden of Eden the fruit was in abundance and so was the yeast. And the Lord said unto Adam “Eat not the forbidden fruit, for it contains toxins.”

Alcohol must have been discovered by mankind in this way, certain fruits when stored may have become inedible but he must have learned that the juices emanating from them gave him a kind of a buzz :)

And so it was that the brewers of the time had knowledge and with knowledge comes power, they became the High Priests and invented the ‘Lads night out’.

We think of the Shaman as someone with the ability to put himself into a trance, no, it’s an alcoholic coma.

And so these secular events (aka the lads night out) excluded the women except for special occasions such as the Sacrificial Virgin when not only grape juice but cherry juice was drunk.

These were obviously very intensive celebrations and much forbidden fruit was drunk. And the morning after when the Shaman awoke and he felt the pounding in his head, he tasted the rancid dryness of the forbidden fruit upon his tongue and he exclaimed “Oh God!”

And that dear readers was when religion was first invented :D
 
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Gaia_Lorraine said:
Mankind and the Invention of Religion

(A personal and irreverent reflection)

And so, in the Garden of Eden the fruit was in abundance and so was the yeast. And the Lord said unto Adam “Eat not the forbidden fruit, for it contains toxins.”

And that dear readers was when religion was first invented :D
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Hi Lorraine, It's been awhile. Anything new with you?

I was just checking out your right boob.....nice...:devil:

I like your dissertation on the invention of religion, or was it alcohol??..........;)
 
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