sexually starving

His:
You got home from your trip and for hours I was aching to get your clothes off.  When we finally managed to get to bed, I had a cushion waiting for you, which was for you to kneel on while I got ready.  I had some plans in mind.

When I came in and locked the door, you were kneeling next to the bed, wearing your wonderful and sexy white nightgown.  You had gone without for four days, an incredible dry spell for you, and you hadn't had a moment to yourself in that time.  I said I would take care of you tonight, and you assented that was your desire as well.

I rubbed my hands along your nightdress, smoothing them over your back, and unhooked your bra and you removed it.  I stroked your bum through your panties and tugged them down and padded and stroked your bare ass, then pulled your panties back up.  In your absence I'd decided on some new developments for your submission.

You took my cock in your mouth as I explained them.  You nodded and made little agreeing sounds as you sucked slowly and I brought you up to speed.

1) We are going to try to find time every week for maintenance spankings.  You'll be spanked as a reminder to be a compliant and submissive wife, as you are and so desire to be.  You'll also be punished for little things, like losing your metro card.  Or for behaviour, if I so deemed you've been a brat, you'll be met with a stern palm to your heavenly backside, or perhaps a brush or, if the behaviour so warrants, a leather belt.

2) You'll have chores assigned to you.  For now, the fresh laundry will be folded by you before midnight.  The consequence for not doing so will be a stern spanking.

I made these decisions for us both and you will let me know if they aren't working for you and can opt our at any point, naturally.  I gathered from your enthusiastic responses that you welcom these new rules.

As we fucked, you came almost endlessly you seemed and I can't remember the last time you were so sensitive and your pussy so engorged.  We brought out a new toy you brought home, a little wired bullet vibrator, and tried that out.  We put the condoms and lubes you brought home aside for another day.

I notice you did your folding promptly this evening.  You were tempted to leave one sock unfolded, you said, but it looks like for today you completed your assignment.

Hers:

God, I was sexually starving.  I'd been away, and sharing a hotel room at that.  We barely had a chance to talk to each other for days.  As soon as possible we headed upstairs.  You had a cushion on the floor for me and I was so eager to kneel as directed.

You had me suck you slowly while you talked.  You explained to me some new rules- some little arbitrary spanking/discipline rules for me to follow.  We have an incredibly equal relationship outside the bedroom.  The very idea of you bossing me around "in real life" is bizarre.  Your new plan about turning one little chore (folding laundry) into a sex game gave me pause.  I definitely crave sexual submission but I have no desire for any other kind of submission.  I'm a Lean In kind of feminist.

I was wearing my long white nightgown and good girl white cotton underthings.  You unhooked my bra but didn't touch my breasts.  You stroked your fingers over my panties but nothing direct.  My cunt was throbbing.  I cannot remember a time in my life when I wanted to be touched, pinched, kissed, licked, fucked so badly.  I was squirming and shifting and pressing my thighs together as I sucked and you talked.  Your cock was achingly hard and felt so good sliding across my tongue.  You oozed precome when you talked about my submission.

You made me come by finally touching my cunt with broad strokes of your fingers with your mouth on my breasts.  I wanted to cry, it was such a relief.  You shoved into me and it all felt so, so good.  Your mouth on my breasts especially was almost agonizingly good.  You talked a lot, saying beautiful, loving filthy things.

After we collapsed in a sweaty, orgasmic pile we talked.  We talked about sex, the delicious jealousy of seeing another person coming on to our partners, submissive games.  You left for the bathroom briefly and came back and we started over.  We tried out a new vibrator (may be TOO powerful!) and I came until my stomach muscles ached.  You came inside me, making tortured ragged noises in my ear while I lay on my front, savouring your hot, heavy weight on top of me.  We don't often have sex twice in a row like that.  I felt like I was gorging on my favourite food.  I don't remember falling asleep. 

Today you put some clean laundry (which, I will add, you washed and dried first) in the living room.  I looked at you meaningfully as I folded it.  Should I leave one thing unfolded for a little discipline?  I folded it all today.  Maybe I'll leave some tomorrow.

Man of Steel

His:
What do you do when you find a sex position that works great, but you're not sure the name of it?  You want to have some way to signal your desire for said posture, but don't want to spoil the moment by grasping with descriptives and gestures and, "you know, the one we did the one time..."  Anyway, we discovered a sweet position starting in missionary and then I get on my knees and this provides the perfect angle.  You were hovering so close to orgasm as I knelt while inside you, it was beautiful to see.  Now you're on your trip this weekend and I miss you terribly, but we're both posting tonight anyway, so at least we have a virtual connection to last night's escapades, which were tender and intense all at once.  And that position?  We named it "Man of Steel."

We were looking down the barrel of a few nights apart again.  I wasn't sure if we'd get down to it at all, but It worked out in the end.  I had splashed myself with cool water but not actually showered.  I wandered around in  cotton pants, topless, starting some laundry and gathering things to pack.

When we were both finally in bed together you pulled me toward you.  Your skin felt warm against mine. I love the way your body hair feels against my skin.

You straddled me and I lubed up my hands to stroke you.  You pinched and tugged at my nipples while I stroked you with both hands.  You slid into me like that, warm and heavy on top of me.

Later, you sat up, knees on either side of me, swinging in and out of me, pulling at my body from the inside.

We named that specific position, one that's hard to explain.  We laughed about our name ("man of steel") as we were falling asleep.

I curled my bare cool front against your bare warm back and fell asleep easier than I thought I would.

I miss you.

sleep debt

Hers:

Our sleep debt is spiraling. It seems like we fall behind more every day.  When you came into bed I was staring at my phone trying not to fall asleep.  I felt like if I dozed off you'd never be able to wake me.  It was sticky hot in the bedroom and we had fans going.

You stripped out of your clothes and lay flat on the bed.  I ran my hands over your torso, scratching at your chest hair.  I took your half hard cock into my mouth, pumping a little with my hand.  I let my teeth scrape you a little and you made appreciative sounds.  You had one hand resting on the bed, palm up, lightly holding my breast as I leaned over you.

When you eased me onto my back, it was hard to climax.  I was so tired, it was like the muscles refused to quite get there.  It was such a flooding relief and I think you were holding back for me because you came right after.

His:

We were both exhausted and when I came in you were nearly asleep. You roused and you went down on me and then I took you on your back, alternating shallow and deep motions.  Your orgasm came after being a little elusive, and then mine followed and we both collapsed, content.

pathetic

Hers:
I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag last night.  That's not the pathetic part-- the pathetic part is how much I was longing to get in bed with you.  We have to catch up on sleep, and we have to catch up on time, we have to catch up on sex after last night.  We'll be apart for three nights this coming week and I am looking forward to the trip (some parts of it anyway) but I wish you could come with me.  Hotel sex in a city we don't visit often?  That would be amazing.

Maybe next year we can do some adult only traveling together instead of taking turns with these working trips going different directions.

His:
Forces conspired against us last night, sadly.  I'm going to miss you terribly when you go on your trip.  Maybe we can fit in some dirty phone chatting, but even that seems unlikely as you'll have little opportunity.  Dirty photo swap?  Problem is, whenever I take photos of myself I stare weirdly into the lens and look creepy. Apparently, what I think of as sexy silhouette looks like me being a creeper/stalker sneaking up with ill-intent.  My self-taken photos just aren't that sexy.

Sexting?  Might be the best we got for later this week.

couldn't wait

His:
I couldn't wait and knelt you over the bed and you shrugged your jeans down and I pulled you panties around your thighs.  You were turned on I could tell as my cock found you.  You rubbed your clit and I kneaded your breasts.  You shuddered and I could feel you pulsing around my cock.  I came not long after.  When I pulled out you sat on the bed and kissed and licked my cock, taking me in your mouth, carefully avoiding too much stimulation on my still-sensitive head.  I asked if you cared for a victory lap.  This time you shucked your jeans off and I licked and sucked your tits as you grinded on my thigh and after a brief minute or two you came again.

Hers:
You were sliding your hand inside my shirt to rub my bare back as we were cleaning the kitchen up before bed.  Your hand was so warm and insistent, snaking around to my side.  We left what we were doing (incidentally those melon rinds we left out attracted fruit flies by morning) and hurried up the stairs.  You rained little pats on my jeans as I went up in front of you.  I did stop to use the washroom and brush my teeth.  When I came into the bedroom you were waiting for me.  You closed the door as soon as I was through it, and you pounced, your mouth on my neck as I was fumbling at my jeans button.

You turned me around and pressed my shoulders down to the bed, pushing my shirt up and my jeans and panties down.  I was glad I wasn't wearing a bra when you pushed into my cunt and palmed my breasts.  My arousal had spiked almost painfully when you slid into me and I used my fingers to help bring myself to orgasm.  It was intense, my eyes flashing open and my face muscles tight.  Your hands were steely on my tits and you came soon after me.   Your belly was warm against my back as you curled over me.  When you pulled out, I shivered and sat on the bed, intending to take my jeans off the rest of the way but your cock was so tempting in front of my mouth.  I took it between my lips gently.  I took my jeans off.

You lay over me, ever generous, and busied your mouth at my tits through my shirt, pressing your thigh against my cunt until I came again.

assistant

Hers:
We're running on fumes of sleep.  I fantasize about using the interfaith room at work to nap.  As I dragged myself up the stairs I knew I needed a bath but was desperate for sleep.  I aimed for a quick bath but while I was letting the conditioner soak into my hair I fell asleep.  I woke up with a start when my nose skimmed the water line.  The water had cooled.

You were waiting patiently and even as tired as I was, my body stirred at the sight of you sprawled and waiting on the bed.

Feeling receptive but too exhausted to chase orgasm I requested a little mechanical assistance and we pulled in our pal the little vibrator.*  I slipped it in, clicked it on, and we made out a bit, my cunt responding easily and automatically.   With a little lube you slid snugly in alongside the internal arm of the vibrator.  You were behind me at first, but that pushes the outside arm away from my clit where it is most direct, so you withdrew and some comfortable missionary got us both off.  I'm amazed we didn't just fall asleep then and there until the battery ran dead.

As always we laughed as we clicked through the 'other' settings of the vibrator that you have to cycle through to turn it off.  No matter how exhausted we were... we'd made it.

*We have used it not infrequently in the past few months- it's a WeVibe 3.

His:
Sleepy?  Exhausted?  Still want to fuck?  Of course we do!  We grabbed some help from our vibrating pal and let technology do its wonders.  Hey, when you do it every day, or at least aspire to, a little lazycourse, as we've termed it, is expected and ever welcomed!
 

broken doorbell

His:

You were taking directions.  I was on my back, and you were at my feet.  I had you take my cock in your mouth, and I directed you to look up at me for my approval periodically as you worked you lips along my shaft.  There's something so hot about meeting you gaze as you swallow my cock with such devotion.

Then the sex took a comic or, possibly, tragic turn.  In my enthusiasm, I turned you over and while furiously whispering naughty suggestions into your ear, I made an impulsive move into your, um, rear entrance.  I guess it's best to knock first because after about 2 seconds you shut the whole thing down.

Not sure what I expected.  We were joking about it right away, fortunately, and I felt very sheepish.  No harm done, you assured me.

Hers:
We had been out together, watching some bluegrass-ish music in a dive bar before walking home.

When we got home we went to bed as soon as we could.  I stripped off my clothes and took a flash-quick shower.  When I came in, hair up as you'd requested, you were ready to take charge.

You wanted me to look up at you.  This seems to really turn you on, for me to kneel over your lap and look up while I suck your cock.  You handled my breasts and fucked my mouth as I looked up at you.  "I think you know what I want next," you said when you were telling me how much you like me looking at you with my mouth full of cock.

Something went wrong- when you posed me on my knees and lined up behind me, rubbing and cupping my whole pussy, spreading my wetness all around.  As it turns out, I didn't know what you had wanted next.  I thought you wanted to dive right into my cunt.  You dove... not into my cunt. 

Without my intentional relaxing (and let's face it we usually go into the 'backyard' after drinking a little) it wasn't great.  As soon as I could find the words I ordered you out.  I was actually shaking from the combination of arousal, surprise and straight up pain.

I retreated abruptly to the washroom to splash some cold water on myself.  This is not a topic covered in first aid courses, and I have never treated myself for anal shock so that seemed the most prudent thing.  Within a few minutes I was fine, and came back into the room laughing to assure you nothing was permanently rent asunder.  Back in the bedroom you had freshened yourself up and were sitting up in bed, waiting with concern written all over your face. You were a bit hesitant after that, holding and kissing me gently. 

I asked you to fuck me.  (I wasn't specific where I wanted you to fuck me, but fortunately we were on the same page by now.)  You did.

The next day (only minor lingering soreness the next morning by the way) you were talking about our friend who has a broken doorbell, so you ring and ring standing outside his house before you finally text message him.  We burst out laughing.  Send a text next time!  I'd be happy let you in!

hands behind her back

His:

Last night I directed you to get on your knees on the bed. I positioned you on your stomach on a pillow.  I took you nice and hard and fast at points, thrusting deep inside you.  As I was working, I took your hands and folded them behind your back and whispered that I was going to come on your ass.  That seemed to get you going even more and you'd come once already and I could feel my orgasm surfacing.  By the time neared erupting you came again, tight, clenching, shuddering.  I pulled out and I came on your ass.

As we slept you got super-heated and it felt so nice to be next to you.

Hers:
I have an extra eroticised reaction to bodies through clothes.  Last night we were browsing a touch of smut in bed.  I had my bra and underwear on, that new bra and the black and white panties you admire.  I had my hair up in a messy knot and you were fully dressed.  You had your big male body draped across the bed in a tshirt and some dapper shorts.  Your shirt was riding up, showing your lean hairy stomach.

I rubbed my face in the hair there, smelling your skin.  I pressed my cheek against your shorts, feeling you hard against me.  You took the shorts on and left the underwear.  I took my bra off and curled up against you to rub my mouth over your cock through your underwear.

Soon enough we were naked, and you told me to get on my knees.  I knelt in front of you, with you lining up behind me.  You put a pillow under my chest and bent me over.  You fucked me that way until I was laying flat, draped over the pillow.  I was not quite reaching climax until you pulled your knees forward.  With your body perpendicular to mine like that your cock tugs on me inside, rearranging and pressing on all sorts of secret places.  The penetration is shallower but god, it's so intense. 

When I finally, finally come you weren't far behind.  I don't know if I came more than once or it it was just really prolonged. 

When you came, it was explosive.  You pulled out and spurted come across my ass.  You were holding my hands behind me and the last drops fell on my hands.  I rubbed my fingers in it.  I was exhausted, limp, but I thought about going for a victory lap feeling your semen starting to drip down the curves of my butt. 

You wiped me off tenderly.

lube

His:
Bread and butter sex.  We didn't know how long we'd have and you got out the lube and got right to it after I eased up your t-shirt and kissed your nipples.  You asked if I wanted some lube and I did and you rubbed a couple drops along my shaft.  You're often very wet, but the lube is great for a quick start.  It just means midway we take a second to dry off or lose a bit of friction. 

I was inside you right away and the details are foggy but I think you came and then came again on top.  You've been on top more lately, the result of one of our posts, I think!  This blog is great because we take the time to articulate our needs.  We see how we view sex differently, focus on different aspects of it, and like the other night how my geeking out on my smartphone caused me to miss a striptease that you were initiating for me.  Kicked myself for that one.

Hers:
I took a long bath and then came downstairs to join you on the couch.  I knew you'd like what I was wearing-- a worn, thin tshirt and leggings, nothing underneath.

We were exhausted but determined (that's been a real theme lately) and I climbed into bed with my t-shirt still on.  The leggings I stripped off.  You handled my breast through the t-shirt for a bit and then pushed it up to expose my tits.  I reached for the lube, intending to suggest a little double-solo (also known as "feeling lazy" in our house) but you had other things in mind.

I used my fingers slipped between our bodies to touch myself, bringing orgasm easily into reach.  We had both lubed up and we got right down to business.  Efficient but very satisfactory.

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an admirable work ethic

Hers:
You had retreated to the quiet upstairs to get some work done.  You sat at that rough little table we have in the bay window in our bedroom.  The house was quiet and the dishwasher was running and I was ready for bed.

First I leaned over your chair, looking at what you were doing.  Then I knelt next to your chair, pretending to be absorbed in what I was reading.  I let my breast brush along your arm.  I didn't fool you-- you closed your laptop and rolled backward a little in your chair, turning so I was kneeling between your knees.  I took that as an invitation and unbuckled your belt, unzipped your jeans and reached inside. You shifted forward in the chair and held my hair off to one side as I slid your half-erect cock into my mouth.  You were surging back instantly, sighing as you hardened immediately.  I went at it in earnest, listening to you whisper praise as I sucked you.  When you came, you were pushing your hips up toward my mouth.

You stripped your clothes off and pushed my nightgown up and returned the favour.

His:
You brought a delightful highlight to my work session this evening.  By the desk upstairs where I was set up, I found you hovering nearby and the next thing I knew you were unbuckling my belt and taking my cock out, sucking me with deep, long strokes that took me far back into your throat.  As you  worked on my cock, I fondled your breasts through your nightgown  You were sucking hard and with intent and I let my orgasm wash over me.  After I was done you lay back on the bed in your white nightgown that I love some much.  I lifted the thin fabric, exposing your trimmed pussy, wet, and ready for my tongue.

boot camp

Her:
I walked into the bedroom in just my jeans.  You were reading on the bed and I watched you watching me walk around topless.  I got undressed and started to get under the covers and you told me to get on my knees.

I knelt next to the bed and took you into my mouth.  You doled out a playful punishment for transgressions earlier in the week.  I counted your little light spanks.  As I knelt there with you in my mouth and your fingers teasing at my nipples, I could feel my cunt swelling with excitement.

You directed me to lay on my front and spread my legs.  You fucked me like that, with your hand wedged underneath to touch my tits.  I came with relief.  You were squeezing and moulding my ass with your hands.

After you came I was just short of my second orgasm.  We rolled together to one side, your cock still inside me, and I touched myself to get the rest of the way.  I love how your legs felt all hairy and muscular against mine as you curled around me.

His:
When you climbed into bed naked, I suggested we begin with your punishment for masturbating without permission earlier this week.  Does that sound fair, I ask.  You say yes.  I know part of your would be disappointed if I just let slide.  I gave you a light pussy spanking and by the time I was done your were soaked and ready for my cock.  I obliged and took you from behind.  I fantasize about having a weekend alone with you in a hotel where I can have my stern way with you as much as I want.  A loving wife boot camp, you might say, with some discipline thrown in and a little obedience training.  Would that be good for you, I ask.  In the throes of sex, you answer again, yes.

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bruise

Hers:

I lolled around on the couch in my long bright blue shirt and a very brief little pair of yellow panties.  I'd shaved and moisturised my legs in the bath and my wet hair was making the sheer shirt even more sheer.  I had a little bandeau bra on underneath.  You commented on my outfit, saying I should be doing a dance number in "Beach Blanket Bingo" and we had a very silly 60s dance break while you whistled some Austin Powers music.  You told me you like it when I shimmy, and that I should shimmy more. 

Upstairs I stripped off the shirt and bra and lay on top of the covers on my front, setting my alarm and plugging my phone in.  You ran a hand up the back of my leg to where the scalloped edge of my panties disappeared between my legs.  You stripped off, really aggressively touching me through my panties.  (I have to admit those are mostly "at home" panties because that fetching scalloped trim is itchy.)

I have a tiny fingerprint bruise on my upper arm from where you were holding me tightly in place when you came.

His:
After our 60s dance party, I got you upstairs and out of your shirt-dress.  You looked so appetizing-as you lay on our bed on your stomach. I wanted to devour you as I groped your cunt through your panties and had my way your with you.

confession

Hers:
Sunday night our guests were gone, our lovely bedroom was our own... and we didn't get a chance.

I'll admit now that I slipped my vibrator out of the drawer as soon as you said goodnight and left the room.  I looked at a "top ten tit fuck" blog entry.  I focused on the sounds the men made as they came.  I didn't start on the lowest vibrator setting.  It took no time at all and I went right to sleep afterward.

Ah hah!  You confess then!  I love the thought of you getting turned on and jerking one out to men grunting and coming on righteous titties.  That doesn't mean I'm not going to discipline your for taking matters into your own hands without permission.  You know you love it.

Three things

Her:

1. You once told me that when you were younger you once orgasmed from nipple play alone.  I would like to see that.

2. Straddling you makes me very shy somehow but I always come easily that way.  When I stop, it's usually because It literally feels too good to bear after my first (or second) orgasm.  Double if you are propped up with your mouth or hands on my tits.

3. I know my underwear has gotten increasingly utilitarian and I am planning on getting some fun new things.

His:
1.  Yeah, that nipple thing.  We should go for it.  One of those weird, accidental results from random nipple stimulation.  Let's try try for it. 

2.  I love it when you're on top, especially when there are lights enough to see you.

3. Your underwear is incredible and I love you in and out of it.  But yeah, let's get you into some nice, crotchless* panties.  Or some underwear that is compatible with our remote vibrator for our date next week.

*Her:
Crotchless?  Tee hee hee!

sexy shadows

Hers:

Our house is overflowing with guests.  Last night we just skipped, sadly, other than holding hands while falling asleep.

Tonight you got in late.  Everyone in the house was asleep.  "Can I take you to the basement?" you asked.  I used the washroom and washed my hands and face.  When I came downstairs you had already spread a blanket on the little couch down there and we turned the lights off.  You had an animated candle app open on your phone-- nice touch.  iRomance.  There is a utility light down at the other end of the basement where the washer and dryer is.

I sat on the couch and you unzipped, feeding your cock into my mouth.  You were already hard, and I was turned on too, just the idea of a clandestine fuck in the basement is exciting and naughty.

Then you turned me around.  I pulled my jeans down, kneeling on the couch with you behind me.  You pushed your cock into me while I touched myself.  You handled my breasts under my shirt.  I came that way, my head against the painted brick of the basement.

I pulled my jeans up and sat back down, sucking you.  You seemed close already when you whispered "hey, look at you," and nodded at the wall.  The utility light at the other end was casting a crisp silhouette of you standing, my head and shoulders, and your cock connecting our bodies as it entered my mouth.  I let go of your cock to admire it's shadow.  I stuck my tongue out to lick it so you could see it.  Then I resumed in earnest.

When you came, and it wasn't as long as it usually takes for you to come in my mouth, I choked a little, pulling back as you were spurting down my throat.  "Keep sucking," you said, almost pleading, and I kept my mouth and hand working until you were finished.

Then I pulled back to admire your cock's shadow, curving proudly upward towards your belly. 

(You didn't like it when I made a shadow dog pretending to fellate you.)

His:
Ha ha!  We did it!  Our house full of guests didn't foil us, as we snuck into the basement after all were asleep and, courtesy of a candlelight phone app, had a very romantic romp on the basement couch (covered in a fresh, non-gross blanket).  I could see you silhouetted shadow perfectly as you took my cock with your mouth.  It was freaking glorious.  I pointed it out and as you lapped at my cock with your tongue, we watched your shadow do the same.

I knelt you on the couch so I could bury my cock inside you.  We took turns rubbing your clit and I pinched and teased your nipples as your worked your way to climax.  Then you took my cock in your mouth again and got to serious business.  I came and you ensured I was all cleaned up with your attentive tongue.

Then the shadow-puppet dog came out, apparently barking at my shadow cock.  Very demented indeed.

missed adventure

His:
We have a full house and sleeping arrangements are all jumbled around, so we had no chance last night.  Tomorrow we'll figure out some clandestine arrangement to get our rocks off.

Hers:
Too many people in this little house.  I was hoping we might chance a back garden adventure, or a basement adventure, or even a bathroom adventure.  You went out to a party though, and by 1am I was too tired to wait up any longer.  When you slipped into bed I roused a little, and we held hands over the sleeping kid between us.

two ships

His:
Last night we missed.  You collapsed at the end of the evening after close to no sleep the night before.  I missed you terribly, as we were two ships passing, barely seeing each other in person yesterday. 

Hers:
Hers:Our bedtimes didn't line up again last night and we missed out.  I know we'll get there tonight.  I was so tired I could hardly see straight when I fell into bed and you were working late and not even home yet.

I had a dream of taking a shower with you.  It was only a vague small part of a long otherwise boring dream but we were just hugging, naked, and when I woke up I felt that fleeting detail stick-- the way your body felt on mine.

elusive

Hers:

You were very verbal and we were definitely role playing.  You were firmly directing me and took ownership of my body.  I handed it over so willingly, I am always in thrall of your confidence on nights like that.

I had trouble reaching orgasm.  I kept getting not... Quite... There!  You asked if I wanted a vibrator but I had been hovering at 9 for ages and I didn't want to fiddle with anything mechanical.  Expertly you turned me over, directed me to use my fingers.  It was with enormous relief that I finally came while you fucked me from behind. 

 After that first climax I easily was able to come again.  It was almost just an aftershock, just before you did.  We were both sweaty afterward and fell asleep instantly, our bodies still spooning.

His:

We had a dirty talk session, I can't remember about what exactly.  There was plenty of daytime head static that made focusing on the moment tricky, and usually dirty talk does the trick.  You got close...real close, a couple of times and it seemed you were frustrated, so you turned onto your stomach and added a little manual stimulation.  Your body looks so great and I love seeing your beautiful ass, willing and working as I move inside you.  I wasn't sure if you were going to get there and I asked if you wanted our vibrating toy and you sad no and, sure enough, you shuddered and came and bucked a little and I followed suit.

You're such a multi-orgasmic wonder that I sometimes take it for granted that many couples struggle much of the time for their elusive orgasms.  We're both fortunate that's not the case with us!

in the night

Hers:

Last night you came into the bed long after I went to sleep.  I would guess this is maybe the 10th time in our ten years that I have ever turned down sex. 

That middle of the night, half awake sex is almost always instigated by you.  Usually you pounce quite abruptly, talking very dirty in my ear with strong hands touching me all over.  We've had nights where we weren't even sure who made the first move.

Last night though I was just completely exhausted. I did tell you to "try me" when you came in even as I warned I might just be too tired.  I was tired all day today, stupid and slow with it, but there is no way I'm skipping two nights in a row. 

I'm about to get into a hot bath and then I will be all over you.

His:

In The Night is the theme of this post.  There have been times when we've done it in the middle of the night and then, next morning, the awkward question of, "Were you awake when we started?" Sometimes we're unsure who initiated even, but never sorry when we fit in a bonus round sometime between midnight and morning.

Last night I came into bed very, very late and your stirred, but were too tired to rouse to the occasion.  Other times, we've done it and then fallen asleep, and then stirred and gone for a second round and when we look at the clock afterwards only a few minutes had passed in between rounds.

There's something primal about our middle-of-the-night sex.  Like we're awoken by a deep-seated, ravenous need.  I love that you reciprocate my insistent and demanding appetites after waking up from deep sleeps.

Masturbating

Got home extra late last night and it was cold in our room, windows open. You lay on my side under the blankets, naked after your shower, with your pillow so you could warm up my side and not get my pillow damp with your wet hair. 

As we made out you started masturbating in ernest (*left this typo in) which I don't get to see very often, and was a super turn on. We discussed as we fucked how, going forward, we may have opportunities to keep you in your wifely place, one of which means you touch yourself on command. The idea of that turns me on incredibly...

Hers:

The night before last I had trouble getting to orgasm so I decided to give myself a boost at the start of things last night.  You enjoyed it, putting your fingers on mine so you could feel what I was doing.

We used to have "double solo" nights from time to time, where we'd just watch each other.  We haven't done that in a while.  I was always torn, because there is basically nothing more arousing to me than watching you, but at the end of the day I almost always really, really just want to get fucked.  You can't have your peep show and fuck it, too.  Isn't that the saying?

At any length, last night you took charge and stopped me before my climax, and you definitely fucked me thoroughly.  We had that rare simultaneous orgasm and then we were instantly asleep.

Drunk

Hers:

I just watched a very drunk young man (maybe 18-19) try to walk his bike home.  I sat on the front steps and saw him come around the corner.

The man and his bike were weaving at first.

Then the bike fell over.  Then the young man fell over.

he began to go up the front steps of a house that wasn't his.  When he realized his mistake, he got the bike halfway through the bed of hostas before giving up to regroup by trying to lie down on a very narrow retaining wall.  He then rolled off.  Laughing but concerned I called over to ask if he was ok.  I AM FINE THANK YOU MADAM he bawled, before bursting into peals of laughter.

After a time, he got to his feet and tried to pick his bike up by the front tire.

He abandoned his bike, waved theatrically goodbye to it before knee-walking the final 20 feet to his house.  Whew.  It took him 15 minutes to get half a block.

Drunk sex, like drunk bike walking, is generally not the easiest.  Sure we might have lower inhibitions but sometimes someone gets nauseated or sad.  Worst of all is when we do something I know was amazing but I can barely remember it.

We don't drink heavily these days, and that is JUST FINE THANK YOU MADAM.

His:

Drunk sex has its place. Especially early in our relationship when we were more inhibited and getting to know each other's preferences and tastes. I'll always me grateful to the martinis that led to our first instance of you "giving up the butt." Thank you, manhattans!

Protection

His:

We're long past the days of condom sex, but I remember those times well. Peeling the condom and then trying to guess which way was the outside before taking one out, screwing up, realizing you have it inside out and tossing it, grabbing another to try again. 

Also, we used to use, for double protection, some little square "fizzy things" spermicide protection. They took 15 minutes to kick in so we'd be making out, then you'd grab one of those, insert it, and we'd have another 10 or 15 minute make out session while we waited. The little delay probably added some intimacy at the time but  I makes me grateful to be condom free finally!

Hers:

They didn't fizz so I  not sure why we called those spermicidal films "fizzy things" anyway.  I am glad they don't fizz.  Nobody wants a frothing vagina.

When we were younger and poorer, I remember we took on a shady transcription project and used the cash to pay for my IUD.  

I admit condoms turn me on.  Something about the smell and the feel of your cock through the lubricated latex.  I guess it's kind of like feeling each other up through our clothes- intimate plus a barrier?  Not sure.  The only downside is mid-coitus fellatio is off the table, because even though I find condoms sexy, I can't bear having one in my mouth.

rough

Hers:
"I'm not going to be gentle with you."  That's what you said in that commanding tone of voice.  I had a sweaty and physical day and had rushed through a quick, cool bath before bed.

You were looking at my body as you stripped your clothes off.  Your already-hard cock sprang up as you shoved your underwear down.  You offered your cock up to me and my mouth was immediately on it.

You pushed my head back and brusquely sent me to lock the door.  I could see you in the mirror, watching my ass.  I locked it and came back, kneeling at the side of the bed.  You told me how you wanted me to suck you and I did it, feeling all the blood pooling in my cunt as I knelt.  You handled my tits roughly.  

You lined up behind me while I was still kneeling on the floor and shoved into me abruptly.  I was aroused and wet but you still took me by surprise and I felt stretched and full.  Your hands were rough bordering on brutal as you fucked me.  You instructed me to touch myself.  I told you I would come-- you said that was fine, you didn't care either way.  I immediately came, touching your cock where it entered me while I touched myself.

You laid me back on the bed, gentler but still demanding.  You asked me questions about touching myself.  Your hands were still rough on my tits.  You had me suck you, asking me if I liked tasting myself on you.

You plunged back into me, moving fast now, and I thought it wouldn't be long.  You pulled out.  "Jerk me off," you said, and I did.  "Harder!"  I squeezed.  Suddenly you came, squirting come out all the way to my throat from where you knelt between my legs.  Your hand closed around mine to finish you, and I touched the semen between my breasts while I used the fingers of my other hand to come again.  You took one nipple in your mouth and I distantly wondered how you felt about having your mouth so close to your own cumshot.

Your come looked like it had been drawn up my body with a straightedge, from my navel to my neck.

 

His:

You'd taken a quick rinse in the tub and when you came in I directed you to kneel by the foot of the bed.  My cock was in your mouth when I noticed our door was unlocked, and sent you to lock it and return to your position.  You eagerly resumed sucking, at my request.  I ordered to you suck more vigorously and less gently, and you complied.  Is this what you want, to be directed? I asked, and you nodded yes.

We moved to the bed and you lay on your back, holding your knees, as instructed.  You were more than ready and I glided my cock inside your slick pussy.  You came almost immediately. 

I'm foggy on the details of how we finished, but today you looked so beautiful and sexy in your skimpy summer dress.  I can't wait to get you into bed again.

70

His:

It's been hot and our room's a little warmer than usual.  You came in from a shower, fresh and with your hair back.  I lay on my side and you lay down opposite me and soon your mouth was on my cock and I was flicking my tongue along your pussy.  You held my cock gently in your mouth and I circled my tongue around you clit.

You were nice and ready as I laid you on your back and put my cock inside you.  I licked and bit gently at your nipples as I brought you closer and closer.  After you came, you took my cock in your hand and stroked me to dry me off a bit, and then turned over.  I finished, taking you from behind, immensely satisfied.

Hers:
70, like one step better than 69, get it?

I was stretched out on top of the covers, naked and fresh out of the bath.  You sat next to me and when I went south, you did too.  We don't indulge in the old dinner for two that often.  

I will mention that I was definitely in the mood for some cunnilingus, it was like you read my mind.

I got quite close and felt that little desperate stab of frustration as we eased back and you lined up to slide inside me.  When I came it was such a sense of relief.  After my orgasm, I was so wet, and I pumped your cock in my hands to dry you off a little for more friction.

I had a moment of clarity right before you came and we were both more vocal than usual.  I felt that final surge of platinum-hardness your cock gets right before you come, and the wave of goosebumps that crawls across your back.

Lovely.

sex headache

His:

You wore those skimpy, delicious black and white striped panties.  I'd been admiring your bod the whole evening and couldn't wait to get you into the sack, and your fancy underwears just made me crave you all the more.  I was demanding and you took my cue to take my cock in your mouth.  We've been doing it with the dim lights on regularly lately, which is huge because I love to see your gorgeous body in general, and it's an extra treat when I can watch cleearly your lips glide along my cock.

I tugged your panties down just enough and was inside you, slapping against your butt cheeks as I nailed you from behind.  You took a good, stern fucking like the good wife that you are.

To cap it off, after your orgasm and my release, you sat up.  Your head was killing you.  Sex brainfreeze?  Migraine?  Either way, doesn't seem fair to you!

Hers:
I walked around in my t-shirt and those little panties you love while I was tidying up before bed.  I know you love those silly things.  Black and white stripes, a skimpy seat with a good amount of cheek for you to admire.  I was very casual about it- ho hum!  I'll just take my pants off before I start the dishwasher!

Parts of our sexytime are vague details.  I know I spent a lot of time with your cock in my mouth while you talked to me.  God, I love how you talk to me when you're bossing me around.  You rubbed my ass and legs down nicely, admiring my panties, and pulling them aside to touch me.  When you first pushed into me, it was with my panties only down enough for you to get inside, and you talked in my ear how fitting it was for me to be fucked like this, face down, you in charge, my panties barely pushed down.

Then, the moment I came, I had a blinding headache out of nowhere.  (there's a term for that- coital cephalalgia or more simply, 'sex headache')  It's happened before and it's always terribly unromantic. Fortunately we were finished, so I didn't shove you away mid-orgasmic phase this time.  I did however sit bolt upright clutching my head, hissing.  So much for afterglow.

It fades quickly, but it's a real buzzkill. 

jackhammer

Hers:
I wore your favourite shorts when I got out of the bath, but not for long. (Men's boxer shorts, quite snug on me, grey and white stripes.)  we both ditched our clothes and got into bed naked.  You settled back in a lounging pose and I knew what was being offered.  I put your half- hard cock in my mouth and enjoyed it hardening and stretching back into my throat.

You told me, quite matter of fact, that we would be using a little toy we picked up recently: a 'couples' vibrator. It's U-shaped, one end is inserted and the other lays between our bodies.  You hold the remote.

You clicked it on and settled in.  Missionary position is the most obvious position with this toy and your cock plus the inserted vibrator made my pussy feel very full.  Your body pressed the external end so it vibrated right on my clitoris.  I was turned on already and climaxes piled up.

Because the vibration (even in the lowest setting) causes an overstimulated kind of numbness, I couldn't clearly feel your cock. This meant I was hyper aware of your body touchingly elsewhere, especially your belly all warm and hairy against mine.

It's a little helpless, with you holding the remote and the vibrator milking orgasms out of me without effort.

When you came, I had my teeth against your shoulder.  One quirk of the vibrator is that you must click through half a dozen settings before turning it off and I slipped it out first to avoid the superstrong jackhammer setting on my tender overstimulated cunt.

That toy was a good buy. 

His:
We got right into it last night.  As you blew me, I directed you get our u-shaped vibrator out.  We haven't used it a ton since we got it a month or two ago, and it's still novel.  We were talking after about hearing about one couple that uses it all the time, and that seems a bit excessive.  I think the phrase "jackhammer arm" was mentioned, the idea that it would be numbing in the long-term.  But either way, for us it's a treat.  You inserted the vibrator on its lowest setting and I lightly lubed up my cock and was inside you.

Sex with the vibrator is awesome from a pure sensation point of view.  It feels incredible.  It takes over a little bit.  You looked so beautiful and in ecstasy as I moved inside you, the vibrating stimulating us gently and constantly.  I counted one, two, three of your orgasms that came quite close together.

I turned you over and you kept the vibrator in as I took you from behind.  I came soon in a wave of stimulation. Very fun and sexy night.

"Jerk me off"

His:
I asked you if you were feeling obedient and you nodded yes.  We started with your hands on my cock. You stroked my cock with a light, moderate pace, just right for my tastes.  I let you work on my cock, enjoying the luxury of being attended to, without reciprocating at that moment.  I like the idea of being serviced,but I rarely follow through it it completely.  I redirected my cock into your mouth and you matched the same pace with your lips as you sucked along my shaft.  I rubbed your tits and felt your pussy, your juice flowing, completely ready.  I couldn't resist and put you on your back and buried my cock inside you.

Hers:
"Jerk me off," you commanded. You could practically hear the blood rush to my erogenous zones.  I still want to work in my technique so I paid attention to your sounds of approval.

Then you wanted my mouth and I complied. You know how much I love your cock in my mouth.  You told me you were close to coming and I always feel such indecision.  I wanted you to come in my mouth, I wanted to taste it and hear you. It's empowering somehow.  

On the other hand, I always have a bit or regret when you don't fuck me.  Even if no orgasm is involved (and I knew I'd come even if we didn't have intercourse) there is a special fulfillment in getting fucked.

Anyway, you did not come in my mouth, you fucked me thoroughly.  You were extra dominating, with little slaps and muttered instruction keeping me in my role.  I love it when you keep me in my place.

unhurried

Hers:
Last night we had time, we had no worries of interruption, we weren't exhausted, it wasn't hours later than a sensible bedtime.  

We took our time.  I was half boiled from a hot bath, but it was chilly in the room.  I watched you undressing and you seemed aware of that, and you took your time.  When you got into bed, I was just wearing a tank top.  You worked it up and over my head and lavished attention on my tits.

I came that way, easily and fully, with your cock in my hand and your fingers on my pussy.  As you rolled over me, lining your cock up against me I had fleeting thoughs of wanting your cock in my mouth but didn't act on them.  

I could see you leaning back, watching my tits bounce as you fucked me.  I came again before you turned me over and pressed me into the pillows.  You rubbed and admired my ass while I lay like that.  When you came, your fingers were gripping my upper arm, holding me in place under you.  We fell asleep with you still inside me, spooning.

His:

We didn't have to rush last night.  I devoured your tits and was inside you  and ended up turning you over and coming inside you.  It was unhurried and afterwards you came against my thigh, which I always love.  A victory lap always worth taking!

*Her: I love that we remember the timeline differently.

winner

His:
I DID win the bet.  You wore your glasses to bed, as requested.  I received a very nice librarian-blowjob for starters.  Then I used the stretchy fabric to bind your wrists and knelt you along the bed, your knees on the floor.  I took you from behind and, soon afterwards, I lubed up one of our new toys and you quickly found yourself double penetrated, something novel for us.  When I touched your clit on top of all of that it was too much.  Slowly, steadily, the tension built and your shuddering orgasm followed. 

Can't wait for more bets to come!

Hers:
You won the bet, and your choice was to have me wear my Liz Lemon glasses to bed?

When I came into the bedroom after brushing my teeth you had some marital aids out.  A vibrator, a long soft stretchy tie.

Glasses on, hair in a prim bun, you had me kneel beside the bed, instructing me on how to suck you before bending me over.  You tied my wrists together, in front of me.  Kneeling there, bound and posed.  

You touched me gently and briefly before kneeling behind me to fuck me.  You used a little toy too, one I hadn't experienced before.  when I came, doubly filled up in ways I haven't often experienced in my life, it was my entire body, shivering and totally overwhelming.  You were more vocal than you usually are, it sounded like it was intense for you too.

the bet

Hers:
We're nerds.

We used an episode of "house hunters international" as part of a sex game.  We agreed that whoever correctly guessed the house the couple chose would get to choose a kinky twist when we went to bed.

The couple was boring and sexless, an I never want to live in Qatar.  If I won, I was going to choose a toy and let you decide how to put it to use.

You won.  Your kinky little choice?  You wanted to fuck me with my glasses on. 

His:

We decided to hold a bet.  Pick the winner from a house hunting show, and the one who chooses correctly between the two of us gets to select something kinky for later that evening.  We'd been talking about glasses earlier and you were wearing your nice, framed librarian glasses, so I decided my victory would mean you wear them to bed.  Your choice, should you choose right, was you decide on a toy and we decide how to put it to use.  So basically, both of us win either way.

Guess what...I won!

To be continued...

guessing game

His:

We didn't scronk yesterday soooooooo... now we are guessing each other's favorite sex scenes.  You already guessed mine.  The spanking scene in Secretary.  Not really sex per se but... well, it's my scene, I get to pick whatever I want. 

 

And now I will guess yours.

I have it narrowed down to:

Brothers Bloom, masturbation scene.  Awkward and hilarious and sexy too.  Nailed it.

Hers:

Someone replaced my urethra with barbed wire, so I'm not letting you near me until the macrobid has more time to work.  Movie night!

My guess on your favourite (mainstream) sexy movie scene:

The Secretary.  I suspect the scene with the yoke. (trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmSO07r_zTc)  Or maybe when he tells her how many peas she can eat.

My favourite sexy movie scene:

Well fuck you, this is what you just said.

"But you only like Audrey Hepburn movies set in Paris where sex is a distantly possible off screen event!"  

The scene that really makes my lady parts tingle?  (And not in the bacterial way like they tingle now.)  My short list:

Javier Bardem on some girl in Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

Last Tango in Paris, even if it's cliche.  Pass the butter.

Most uncomfortable: that bizarre train/masturbation scene in Brother's Bloom.  

Runner up: Margot at the Wedding, also female masturbation.

I remember being a kid and being really, really interested by the head touching scene in Coneheads.  

Eyes Wide Shut.  I can't help it.  It was all those boobs at once.

Thomas Crowne Affair.  You would love it.  A heist, PLUS stairs sex?  Ok, fine.

I don't know why but this is embarrassing.  I'm going to go blush now. Then rent Coneheads.

pleasant/torture

Hers:
I soaked sore, overworked muscles in the bath.  When I came out, i knelt stiffly at the foot of the bed.  i was willing but you were merciful, motioning me to stretch out on the bed.  You lotioned your hands and rubbed me down.  You seemed especially eager to handle my ass.

The pleasant/torture feeling is how I feel about spanking, or when you get a little savage on my nipples. Sometimes it hurts, quite a bit even, but stronger than the unpleasant is the rush of sharp pleasure.  As you dug your thumbs into the tight, sore muscles of my thighs I was groaning, flinching while my eyes were rolling in my head with pleasure.

Your hands were roughly kneading at me and I could feel you were erect, your cock against the backs of my legs as you straddled me.  When you pushed my legs apart to fuck me, my muscles protested pleasantly.

Is there a sore muscle fetish? Is that a thing?

His:
I looked forward to rubbing your sore muscles all day.  Your repetitive chore over the weekend had made your ass and hamstrings especially tender.  You came in from your shower and flopped on your stomach while I dug around our empty lotion bottles until I found one not empty.  I rubbed lotion into your tender muscles, massaging your ass and the tops of your legs.  Kneading along the backs of your thighs with my palms, pressing my weigh steadily along your aching muscles.  You moaned.  We were both naked and my cock rested on your calves.  I rubbed the backs of your thighs and your ass some more and soon my cock was fully hard and ready for you.

mormon shirt

His:
As I got into bed, you knelt by the bedside, as instructed this week.  You wore your white nightgown that I love so much.  I lifted the nightgown and rubbed your gorgeous ass, and reached through the loose-fitting neck and stroked your breasts.  I traced my fingers along your pussy.  I  grabbed your waist and took you from behind, not holding back as I worked with strong, rhythmic thrusts.  You tightened around me and I could feel you shudder as you came.

Hers:
You sat in the bed in that white, short sleeved button down. You know I like it when you dress like a Mormon. It makes me want to be all your wives.

I went to all fours at the side of the bed like you'd directed me the night before. I was fresh out of the bath and you had stripped your shirt off now.  You came and sat beside me on the bed, petting me through my nightgown.

You found me wet when you touched me but you had to work a little to get your cock fully inside me.  You fondled me through the neckline of the nightgown as you pushed in.  You jumped right to a fast, driving rhythm and I helped with my fingers to come.

You directed me into bed then, so you could put your mouth on my tits.  When you came I felt goosebumps flash over your back.

undivided attention

His:

I am posting with my shirt off while you're waiting impatiently in bed. Don't want to skip two days in a row! You were devoted to my cock last night and I was demanding. Today I wore my short sleeved shirt and tie that you jokingly refer to as my Mormon outfit. I'm pretty sure it turns you on. Will find out in a minute...

Hers:

I felt like I had your undivided attention last night.  You wanted me to swallow you up, choke on you. I wanted that too, I wanted to gorge on each other to banish a busy distracted week.  

You posed me on the floor and fed your cock to me.  You turned me to lean on the bed and fucked me that way. You have me instructions for the week coming up.

After (gorging) sex you ran a hand repetitively down my back, from my shoulders to the backs of my calves. It was so loving and soothing. 

Missed

Hers:
We didn't post last night. I started but all I said was:
'I didn't feel like I had your full attention.'

His:

Missed our first post since we started. Better to have sex and miss a post rather than post and miss doing it!

throat

Hers:
We're both under slept and over worked right now.  Last night you turned the lights off off dark before getting into bed.

I held you in my mouth until you were past ready to fuck me.  You were distracted by your (vicious looking) cut that kept getting jostled and scraped.  Once you were inside me, I had all your attention.  

Afterward we talked sleepily, openly about sex acts with previous partners. I can't remember how it came up.  We always have all barriers down right after sex.

Other people disappointed me a lot this week.  You never disappoint me.

His:
After the lights are out, you hold my cock in your mouth just how I like it.  You've perfected caressing my cock with your lips, barely moving, and such a light touch that every small motion makes my cock twitch.  I can feel the back of your throat touching me.  You're so tender and loving, and I feel so turned on and privileged to be given such attention.

midde-of-the-night

His:
We were interrupted and by the time I came back to bed you were asleep. You'd texted me to help myself when I came in later, and left a dim light on.  You stirred as I undressed and climbed into bed. I took you at your word for a middle-of-the-night second round, free from interruptions.

Hers:

I was laying on top of the covers in just my panties when you came in.  You admired me and posed me.  You used my mouth.  When you slid over me and fucked me shallowly, talking in my ear about how you like to direct even my orgasm, I was already coming, hard, around your cock.

Then- interrupted.  I fell asleep waiting for you and it was hours later before you came back and kissed me awake and slid back inside like you had only been gone a moment.  Our middle of the night part of the session is confused, hazy.  We were both asleep immediately afterward.

spread-eagled

His:
Last night was bread & butter sex.  No interruptions, thank god.  We started with you laying on your back spread-eagled.  I lubed you a little with my saliva and then  worked your pussy with nice, rugged strokes.  You were nice and wet by the time I told you to close your legs so I could feel your exquisite tightness.

Date night tomorrow!  Remote will be in my pocket.  Will our little new vibrator be in your panties?

Hers:

I hate it when we miss a night. We had the previous night, so last night was definitely not going to be derailed.

It was like spaghetti night. Nothing exotic but wholesome and satisfying.  I don't know if that's terrible erotic, but I don't take it for granted that we have such a solid sex life.  I stripped off my black bra and panties as you watched me, already in bed. 

 We kissed and you touched my face and then told me to lay spread eagle on the bed.  You said you were going to help yourself.  I chuckled because the night before I had texted you, saying if you came back and I was asleep, to "help yourself."

I came only a minute before you did and suddenly I could feel my IUD a bit which was distracting.  Afterward you said you hadn't felt it.  We fell asleep spooning, what luxury. I love draping myself over your warm strong back.

Tomorrow is date night. Yum.

Work

His:
It was late and we were interrupted before we started... so we never started. Missed your text inviting me to "help myself" to you if I came back in and you were sleeping. Found this idea oddly super sexy. Raincheck?

Hers:
Last night we worked too late and missed out on sex and I never want that to happen.

warming

Hers:
I was very tired, it was late, I was freezing.  I still got aroused, all in a rush, and I felt like I was holding back from coming immediately.

After I came, I tried to join you- I could feel when you got into he home stretch.  I didn't quite make it. I think normally you'd have given me a victory lap but I was just so tired.  It felt amazing to curl around your strong, warm bare back.

His:
You were chilly and I did my best to warm you, rubbing your icy ass and your cool thighs.  I rubbed my thigh between your legs and you warmed there.  I took your nipples in my mouth.  I pressed my cock inside you and you came suddenly.  I followed.  I turned over and you spooned me completely, our naked bodies keeping each other warm.

defile

His:
You were cold all evening, so you took a hot bath and got into bed wearing your white nightgown.  I had you take my cock in your mouth while you were under the covers. You caressed my cock and sucked gently and obediently.  I took you on your back from there and kept you near peaking for as long as I could.  Finally, you came with a shudder.  I turned you over and instructed you to keep your face buried in the pillow while I had my way with you. My come rained down on your ass as I pulled out, showering you generously.  I toweled you off and my cock went back inside you for a victory lap with my teeth at your tits.

Hers:
I was wearing that chaste white nightgown you love to defile and you got into bed in your boxer shorts.  It was cold in the room and we were warming up on each other's body heat.  Without small talk you told me how you wanted to use my mouth. You shoved down your underwear and dropped it by the side of the bed.

While I ducked under the covers and held you, quickly stiffening, in my mouth, you reached in to fondle a breast through the unbuttoned neckline.  Your poor feet were freezing against my legs.

By the time you directed me back up face to face I was totally supplicant and came quickly, when you told me to.

You stripped off my nightgown.  You were above me face to face first but when you finished, I was on my front, craning to watch you in time to pull out and ejaculate on the small of my back.  I shivered as you wiped me clean, and you slid back inside and helped me find one more orgasm.

Your feet were warm then.

intense

His:
Your orgasms have been so strong this week.  Yesterday you came multiple, shuddering orgasms in a few minutes of missionary.  You gasped and your pussy gripped my cock with each and I loved every second of it. 

I can't wait for our date night next week.  We'll take our toy out with us and I'll buzz your pussy from the little remote in my pocket and keep you horny and wet and on the cusp the whole time.  You'll be dripping and begging for my cock by the end of our date.  You'll have earned some more well-teased orgasms.

Hers:
I could have climaxed just from your mouth and hands on my breasts last night. I came several times, more easily than usual. We feasted last night, stuffed ourselves with each other.

At one point you sat up while on top and inside of me, my favourite way, and I'm just helpless not to come when you're pulling at my muscles, touching my breasts.  I looked down at your gorgeous body heaving over mine and felt gorgeous too.

getting 'er done!

His:
We couldn't have a repeat of the night before, a jarring interruption and both of us left hanging.  We got right to business.  You sucked my cock, the most direct way to both us getting super aroused.  I pressed my cock inside you and teased your nipples with my teeth.  Your came with intense, squeezing pressure, like your orgasm had built up over the last 24 hours and finally had a chance to release.  It was an incredible turn on and I followed immediately.  We got 'er done!

Hers:
We'd been cruelly thwarted the night before so we left nothing to chance.  We paid close attention to bedtime and had no expectation of interruption.

It was like pornographic figure skating. We faced off as the music started with determination. We used all the things we've practiced for years.  Our goal: to get each other off, as gracefully and satisfyingly as possible.  I sucked your cock while the very tips of your fingers teased the very tips of my nipples.  

You fucked me with rhythmic, athletic vigor and we both mindfully pushed each other's arousal buttons.

We even came simultaneously.  I made little noises in my throat.  I imagine we had a high technical score, but our style points were perfect 10s across the board.

pent-up

Hers:
GOD.  I was laying in bed, listening to you clear the counter, start the dishwasher, etc.  I texted you.

I want you to come to bed.

A moment later you came in, smiling, stripping your clothes off.  You slid under the covers next to me and we were touching each other.  You seemed turned on to find me wet.  I was really, really ready.  A few minutes with your fingers and I was near coming.

You directed me to straddle you.  I was up over you and slowly sliding down onto you... and...

Interrupted.

Fuck.

 

His:
We were interrupted at the worst possible time, just as you were riding my cock and verging on climax.  Nothing to be done, but very frustrating on both sides.  We'll make up for it tonight.  The build-up when we have a missed night or a thwarted night always makes for extra, pent-up sexual energies.

all fours

His:
You crawled on our bed on all fours, seeking my cock.  I cupped your breasts in my palms while you took me in your mouth completely.

Hers:
I was on all fours, naked, watching you undress.  I like it when you feed your cock to me before it's fully hard.  As I move my mouth gently on you, it stiffens and extends back deep into my throat.

demanding

His:

You were demanding last night, which is not your usual role in our sexual theatre, but one that you always play well.  I love it when you direct me, as you did, helping yourself to my thigh against your pussy and commanding me to take your nipples in my mouth.  You came hard and then allowed yourself to be pliable to my sexual will.  Your initial domineering in our sex was such a turn-on, it makes taking charge over you all the more satisfying.

On an unrelated note, I'm looking forward to further exploring with our new toys, from both sides.  Maybe the remote vibrator can go into my pocket a future and hopefully soon night out!

Hers:
Our encounter the previous night was cut short and we talked incessantly about sex all day.  When I got into bed we didn't lose any time and had busy hands immediately.  I was really needing to come, hard, with direct contact and old fashioned friction.  After some light petting and teasing you were kneeling between my legs ready to enter me but I was in a rush and wanted more, first.

I directed you (summoning my bossiest voice) to press your leg between mine and get your hands and mouth busy at my tits.  You smiled approvingly at me, indulging my little foray into dominance, and did exactly what you were told.  I needed that orgasm, I needed that rush and relief.  If we had been interrupted again and I had missed out on that, I'd have been so frustrated.

You pressed gentle little kisses on me after I came... then helped yourself to exactly what you wanted from me.

I find it difficult and tiring to be on top (I mean in a role, not in the position) and it's always such a gorgeous relief when you take over.  You pay close attention to all my cues.  It's hard for me to climax when my mind is that present.  When you overwhelm me and pose my body and whisper things in my ears, I can shut off the background chatter in my brain and really tune everything out but sex.

hyperdrive

Hers:
It started well enough but I basically laugh every time I try to think about our sex last night.

You made good use of your fingers.  I draped across your lap with your cock in my mouth while you touched me.  I was really, really turned on when you started whispering questions and scolding a into my ear. You found cause to discipline me.

Finally you were inside me and I came, almost a preliminary half orgasm.  You were in full swing, fucking in earnest...

When that fucking noisemaker technology started beeping and flashing in the corner summoning you.  I knew you were approaching your home stretch and to be honest my first instinct (autocorrected to 'I stinky') was to put my hands over your ears.  Like that would be natural. Like you hadn't already heard it.  

So you made a choice and I maintain it was the correct choice.  You fucked like a crazy sybian set on hyperdrive, got off quickly, threw on your clothes and gave me a quick kiss.

Neither of us are proud of it when we rush through things but hey- better to be a shmuck who had an orgasm than noble with blue balls, right?

I wanted to experiment with the new toy by myself but I didn't.  I do want to make up for our rushed session tonight though...

His:

I off-handedly asked if you had masturbated this week and, to my surprise, you said you had!  We were in bed and in the beginnings of foreplay, and I knew I had to serve your consequence.  You'd be disappointed if I didn't.  I keep your pussy on a tight leash, just the way you like it.  I instructed you to count to ten and I lightly slapped your naughty cunt while you counted.  After four I kissed you and said the remaining would happen fast, all in a row, and you assented that you deserved it and counted the rest.

The rest of our lovemaking was direct and racing to the finish. We'd anticipated being interrupted, which, unfortunately, was the case.  I came in a desperate sprint at the last second and then bolted from our bedroom with a hurried kiss goodnight.  I always hate to leave you, and yesterday was especially harried and I left with great reluctance.

hasty

His:

I was deliberately hasty, glazing over foreplay, as I pinned you and put my cock inside you.  You're normally so beautifully wet when we fuck, but last night I wanted to be inside you right away and you were still almost ready but not quite, and I insisted anyway and urgently thrust into you.

I fondled your tits and watched them bounce as I pounded your pussy without holding back.  I came first, not our usual order of things.  I kept my cock inside you and put my tongue and teeth to work on your nipples. Your came after we got our vibrator out and I held the remote and watched you come so beautifully as you let the vibrations take your over the cusp.

Hers:
We were chatting and relaxed as we got into bed, laying on our sides facing each other. You touched my breasts just fleetingly and I could feel your cock prodding firmly against my belly.

Without much warning you guided me onto my front and abruptly began pushing into me. As soon as you take charge like this I always get wet quickly but those first few strokes are tight and my mind shuts down to focus on letting you in.

You were praising and scolding in my ear, wedging a hand under me to touch my breasts, commandingly to move for you.  You turned me onto my back so you could see me.

We were both carried away and then you were coming. I couldn't quite catch up with you, and you had me turn over and insert the new little vibe. You had the remote and adjusted the settings for me and I came that way, with you kneeling over me admiring me.

mixed message

His:
We built up gradually, starting slow with your mouth around my cock.  When I propped your ass on a pillow and pinned your arms to the bed, we play-wrestled as we fucked.  I knew you were close and your willing struggles turned me on incredibly.  When you came it was epic. You vocalized more than usual (we're both on the quiet side, but have our louder  moments).  I love hearing you come as well as feeling you.  I came inside you not long after, and we fell asleep depleted and relaxed and satisfied.

Hers:
I had a quick bath and then we watched some tv before bed.  I was really looking forward to getting into bed.  We started with a little back to basics and I curled on my side with my head in your lap and my cock in your mouth.

When you did lay me back on the bed, you put a pillow under my hips.  You were purposely edging me around orgasm, getting me close and then changing angle or breaking rhythm.  

Then you told me to fight you a little.  This can be a squeamish subject and it feels so taboo but we both really enjoy this.  I was caught in a mixed message - you telling me to fight it but my body desperately wanting to cooperate, to get to climax. I struggled to put my arms down, to angle my hips so you couldn't stroke as deeply. There was a tipping point though where my arms couldn't push you away anymore and were pulling you towards me.  When I came it was an enormous, draining, rushing orgasm, bent like that over a pillow I was just totally at your mercy.  You were coming as soon as I was winding down.

The details are soft in my mind, I can't remember exactly but I know I took a victory lap after you came.  I was so tired and relaxed afterward that I was slurring a little as we said goodnight.

remote control

His:
Woah.  Last night was intense.  You were home after being away two nights, which seemed like an eternity.  We're always super randy after being apart.  Our sex parcel had arrived the night before, but I hadn't opened it.  We'd both forgotten exactly what we ordered even.

When we got into bed we pulled out one of the new toys, a u-shaped remote vibrator that you can insert and we both get the vibrating benefits.  You put it in and we experimented with the intensity and rhythm settings.  I had to add a bit of lube to be comfortable, but then I was inside you and you were in total ecstasy. 

I can't wait to try it on date nights. While we fucked I described kinky things we would do with it.  I'll have you wear it out in public on our dates with the remote in my pocket.

Or I'll have you wear it at home and watch you do chores and reward you for your hard work, or alternately discipline you if it doesn't meet standards.  I love the idea of bringing your close to orgasm at my whim. 

Hers:

If I went into detail on everything that we got up to last night I would basically be writing a science fiction novel.  That was some Nebula Awards shit right there.

We played around a bit with our new toys last night.  I came, hard, a few times early on and then I spent some intense time on my knees while you sat at the edge of the bed.  You came in my mouth.

After you came, you climbed over me and slid into me, still hard, and finished me off. 

homecoming

His:
You're home!  We've been apart and now you're back and I'm so looking forward to getting reacquainted and ending our sexual sabbatical!  And...the new toys are here, the new toys are here!

Hers:

I am writing at the table and you are 20 feet away on the couch.  I have in my headphones, working, and you are watching television.

We have spent the last few nights apart.  We have new 'marital aids' to test out, charging upstairs.

I will take a bath.  I will wash conference rooms and hotel air out of my hair.  I will shave my legs.  I will oil myself with rich lotion.

The rest is up to you, and I hope you make me forget every agenda and breakout room and scheduled break.

phone sex

His:
When we first started dating we had limited chances to see each other in person so we got into phone sex.  It's such a funny thing to describe, parallel jerking off, mostly breathing into the phone.  Now our whispered talk in bed is a huge part of our play, but we weren't bold enough for much of that early on.  We were still getting to know each others' sexual appetites.  It was exciting and a little embarrassing sharing my fantasies with you.  Early on we never talked about anything beyond the basics.  Maybe a little mild exhibitionist kink we shared, making out on our favorite balcony.  You learned I was an ass-man through and through and couldn't get enough of you in (and out of) your denim skirt. 

When we started dating I'd previously had a number of partners, but limited actual intercourse experience.  I was surprised when you came during our first go at it and I realized soon you were an orgasmic marvel, capable of coming quickly and repeatedly when very aroused.  This still excites me to no end.  Our phone sex was great, but it ain't got nothing on the real deal.  I miss you and I'll see you tomorrow, darling.  Maybe I'll have a chance to pick our sexy package up from the post office!

Hers:

I was shocked when we ended up having phone sex while dating.  You were up somewhere near the Arctic circle and we were still in the frenzied haze of a new sexual relationship.  I was on the futon in my living room.  We didn't have cell phones, but it was a cordless phone.  I think it's easier to have phone sex with a land line phone than a cell phone... but a handsfree kit is better yet.

I don't remember the details but my fictionally embroidered memory has me sliding my hand into my unbuttoned jeans, maybe a hand sliding up my shirt to pinch at my nipples.  I am sure I gasped into the phone as I listened to your staccato breaths.

We don't even really have time for some good phone sex tonight but I'm tired and feel sexually starved and want your cock in my mouth even more than I want to climb into this fluffy hotel bed.  I wish I could press my face against your neck.  Have you shaved since last time I saw you?  Have you grown a beard in the past few days?