angela146
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I need to write and I don't have the energy to compose a whole story, so I'll just post a little tidbit here and maybe someone will enjoy it.
--- Lighting My Man's Fire ---
My husband took my virginity a year or so before we were married. We were in college at the time. He knows for a fact that I was a virgin because getting past my cherry was a slow and painful process.
Because of this, I have the luxury of telling him lurid stories about the "many lovers" I had before we met without him having any cause to be jealous. He knows it's all fiction.
So, the other day, I wanted to drive him nuts. I told him about "Steve", one of the boys in my home town who was an incredible lover and did it to me so much better than my husband ever has.
Steve was six foot one, two years older than I was and had shoulder muscles that seemed carved from stone.
Sometimes I would skip class my senior year in high school and Steve would drive me to an open field on the edge of a local forest preserve. There, he would spread a blanket on the grass, gently remove my clothes and kiss my entire body for an hour or two before entering me.
His torturously slow, deep, filling strokes would bring me to orgasms that would rise and fall like the like the wind around us. Of course, I would scream in pleasure. We were miles from town and no one could hear us.
As I explained to hubby, I really wished that he could meet Steve and learn how he used to do it to me so that I could feel that way again.
When I finished tell him about Steve, hubby’s feelings of jealousy gnawed at him, despite the fact that the whole thing was made up. I tell these stories with such passion and excitement that it seems as if they *must* somehow be true.
The result was that he felt the need to demonstrate that he was a much better lover than "Steve" had ever been.
It was a Saturday evening and we had nowhere to be on Sunday. Hubby and I made love for six hours; most of it kissing, touching snuggling and other husband/wife stuff, but capped off with a good hard fuck that would have made Steve envious.
I screamed as I came, muffling the sounds in my husband's chest, then gazed up at him and enjoyed the look of satisfaction on his face.
Storytelling is a wonderful thing.
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OK, my muse is satisfied. You can all go back to your regularly scheduling programming. - Thanks.
--- Lighting My Man's Fire ---
My husband took my virginity a year or so before we were married. We were in college at the time. He knows for a fact that I was a virgin because getting past my cherry was a slow and painful process.
Because of this, I have the luxury of telling him lurid stories about the "many lovers" I had before we met without him having any cause to be jealous. He knows it's all fiction.
So, the other day, I wanted to drive him nuts. I told him about "Steve", one of the boys in my home town who was an incredible lover and did it to me so much better than my husband ever has.
Steve was six foot one, two years older than I was and had shoulder muscles that seemed carved from stone.
Sometimes I would skip class my senior year in high school and Steve would drive me to an open field on the edge of a local forest preserve. There, he would spread a blanket on the grass, gently remove my clothes and kiss my entire body for an hour or two before entering me.
His torturously slow, deep, filling strokes would bring me to orgasms that would rise and fall like the like the wind around us. Of course, I would scream in pleasure. We were miles from town and no one could hear us.
As I explained to hubby, I really wished that he could meet Steve and learn how he used to do it to me so that I could feel that way again.
When I finished tell him about Steve, hubby’s feelings of jealousy gnawed at him, despite the fact that the whole thing was made up. I tell these stories with such passion and excitement that it seems as if they *must* somehow be true.
The result was that he felt the need to demonstrate that he was a much better lover than "Steve" had ever been.
It was a Saturday evening and we had nowhere to be on Sunday. Hubby and I made love for six hours; most of it kissing, touching snuggling and other husband/wife stuff, but capped off with a good hard fuck that would have made Steve envious.
I screamed as I came, muffling the sounds in my husband's chest, then gazed up at him and enjoyed the look of satisfaction on his face.
Storytelling is a wonderful thing.
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OK, my muse is satisfied. You can all go back to your regularly scheduling programming. - Thanks.
