I opened the door and there you were. I take a second to take you in with my eyes. Tall, charming and sexy as fuck. My pussy instantly knows it’s you. I feel my clit slowly swelling as your cologne robs me of any doubts. Your arms wrap around my body and I melt into you. Your lips greeting my body… I need to have you now…
La lluvia siempre llama a mi corazón, conmueve mis deseos íntimos y saca una passion para escribir lo que mas me fascina del amor.
The rain always calls out to my heart, moving my most intimate desires and releases a passion to write about what fascinates me the most about love.
Sometimes it’s hard to go through it all knowing you’re not even going to “finish” at the end. Most of the time I don’t and it leaves a lot to be desired.
Quickies soon became our regular sex and passion was not anywhere to be found.
I would say I’ve always been an observant person and if I saw that my person was not enjoying it like they should I would try a little of everything. I don’t know how more obvious I could be at times even when telling him.
Then he expects me to be ready for it. No foreplay and he rubs dry (ouch). It has made me have an active imagination about sex. What I wish I could have, what I need him to say to me every now and then and hey a spank just because would really set the mood fast with me.
A couple of nights ago I was pissed off at my husband and alone in the guest bedroom. I locked the door and completely undressed. The cool sheets hugged my body in all the right places and I needed to get off now! (What’s new?)
In a sexless marriage (okay not entirely sexless but it happens about once every two months or every 6 weeks if I’m lucky) it’s hard to get off with young ones at home and a husband that questions why I’m in the mood… like I don’t feel weird as it is for my high sex drive.
I have to improvise on what I want and need. It takes a lot to recognize that you are desperate and when I told an online friend what I did he couldn’t believe it was a thing and yes he did kinda laugh at me.
Ok cue the cool sheets and me in the mood… so I grab my phone and my headphones and went on YouTube and I ended up on that wtf side. It was male voice recording of moaning and grunting. It was so long since I’ve had my husband do that (even when I ask it takes the joy out of it) but wow!!! Best “O” in a long time!
Didn’t stop there… they have male voice recordings just flirting and getting you off. I’m a fan and you’re welcome 😀 !! (They have some with men with sexy Irish accents and other accents if that’s your thing)
It makes me think just how little sex means to him if a simple moan from a man can get me off. So even though we do have sex it’s the most basic sex you can imagine.
I’m not going to lie when I say that I really thought getting married would let me get laid… a lot… 24/7. I have a very high sex drive and I really wished it was like I imagined it would be.
I want him to want me, really want me because that’s when the real sex happens. You discover each other so intimately that you just know what they love and want in bed.
I’ve been honest with him about what I want and I’ve never said no to something he wants to try but he’s made me feel like a weirdo after sex sometimes. Like if asking him to spank me is weird. It’s fucking hot but it’s not like I’m into it until I’m bruised. I just like the whole manly power thing. I think it’s from me always having to initiate so I fantasize about him being in charge.
I’ve given him hour long bj’s and then he just turns around and falls asleep. I don’t get touched most of the time and when I do it’s just your most basic touch that it just really kills the mood.
I need passion and for him to put some thought into sex. I’ve given up on him being “romantic” because he says that’s just not his thing but then what about sex? Can’t you try at least?
Five years after being married I would have thought I’d have a closet full of naughty costumes, lingerie, toys, heels. Is that so hard to ask for?
Wolf week is referred to those crazy over hormonal days where you could hump your desk just to get off a little. I have experienced this in the most awkward times where I start fantasizing about an older coworker or the guy that held the door open for me at the grocery store. It makes you hot for anyone that gives you a second look and thankfully I can control myself but man these hormones during wolf week can really get a girl in trouble.
At work I talk to men all day and although the majority of the time I never think about them that way, during wolf week I could practically tie them up and have them all to myself in my office. It gets harder and harder to concentrate as the day goes by I have probably had a couple O’s by the time I am driving home from work.
Listening to erotica stories only fuel that desire and I would say those are the days I wish my husband was more into it than me but then nothing would get done at home. 😉
Did you know YouTube has videos of just men recording of panting? Yep, I listen to those and yes they do the trick too. No shame in making it more interesting for myself. Why not?
Anything you do that helps during wolf week?