I lay on the ottoman with my ass up waiting for you to take me with your hard cock. You walk slowly towards me then silence. The anticipation of having you drives me crazy, I turn to look at you and the sight of your precum building on top makes my mouth water. I sit up on my knees and beg you for a taste. You stand in front of me grabbing my hair with one hand you slap your cock on my lips. Your sweet precum smothered on my lips. My tongue chases you trying to get a taste as you slap your cock harder and harder. You pull my hair back exposing my neck and you lean in. You bite it hard and suck on it sending chills all over my body. I could feel that it was going to bruise and you whisper “I want you to remember me fucking you”. I spread my legs as your hands travel through my body, my pussy aching for your touch. Every inch your hands touch makes me lose myself. Please can I have your cock? I beg. “Bend over again” you say stroking yourself. I obey and get in position. I feel a soft cloth wrap around my eyes, you unsnap your suspenders and wrap it around my wrists. I wiggle my hand but can’t move. My pussy drips with desire. I scream when your big cock squeezes into my tight pussy. “You’re a good girl, let me change that” You say as you slowly stretch me, each thrust takes you in deeper and deeper. My screams turn into moans as my pussy starts to easily takes you. I start tilting my hips and tightening my pussy around your cock making you let out a loud growl. You thrust deeper and deeper when you reach for something on your desk. I feel a marker on my back “When you read this know that I always claim what’s mine” your voice low and husky as you continue to thrust harder. You pull my hair and ask me “who am I?”, My mind lost in excitement that I didn’t answer. Your voice alone makes me want to orgasm. My moan quickly turned to screams as my ass burned from you wacking me with a wooden ruler. “I said who am I?” I try to speak but I only stutter ” my… my…” trying not to cry from the pain when I feel another wack on my other cheek. “I’m your daddy ” you say taking yourself away from me. The room is silent and my heart beats faster, Imy only thoughts are how much I want to cum for you…. then I hear the door open and you speak to someone…..
I started wondering about being more bold this year. I’m very shy in person and after some therapy for my social anxiety I have been able to speak up and be goofy with my coworkers and people I don’t usually talk to. I love the feeling of being able to not concentrate on what someone will think about me and just be able to joke around freely. So 2017 will be a year that I speak up and not worry what anyone thinks or says. I won’t let that hold me back anymore.
Also… top of my list getting laid more! I refuse to be refused lol! Let’s see how that goes ?.
What are your New Years resolutions?
I had the place to myself and my boyfriend at the time was flying back from visiting his parents. I was more than ready to welcome him home. I showered and put on one of his t-shirts and his long socks that went up to my knees and waited for him. I feel asleep on the couch. Two hours passed and I finally heard him at the door. He kissed me and apologized for coming late, his flight had been delayed and his phone was dead. I didn’t care! I jumped up at him wrapping my legs around him. We kissed and things quickly escalated. It had been two long lonely weeks and I was ready for him to make it up to me. He sat on the couch with my legs still wrapped around him every kiss, every nibble (I have a thing for biting earlobes and a mans neck! Meoow) I pushed myself free and stood up. I opened the sliding door. “Are you crazy?” He asked “it’s forty degrees outside!” I giggled taking off the t-shirt I was wearing. It was just me with a red thong and his long socks. It was cold as fuck but I didn’t care. There was something about getting all hot and sweaty and having the cold breeze hit your naked body that just makes it so much more sexier and hot. We went at it for hours until about 2am we stopped to snack on something and rehydrate ourselves. We went at it again until early morning and finally fell asleep while sucking on his cock. It was one night I’ll add to the top of my list. ?
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.
There is something about the warmth of the holidays that just really put me in that mood. I try not thinking about it and keeping busy but it’s so hard when my … lady parts start to throb. I am alone in my office most of the time so I’m left with my never ending erotic thoughts. You would think they would eventually stop but no.
Currently in my mind? Sitting on my husbands lap, with my legs on each side, he slips deep inside of me. I can feel his lips on my neck, kissing and biting as I thrust faster. His hands gripping my ass spreading my cheeks open as he rubs his finger around and I growl into his ear.
Okay I need to snap out of it I need to go to a meeting in a bit. *sighs* I’m wet now.. hehehe
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?