Burned cocks tell no tales.

SINCE I STARTED this blog to fix my once dwindling sex life, great sex has become a constant, recurent thing D. and I get to enjoy just like we used to before we had kids. I have tried and loved things I would have said no to a year ago and I can say that my freaky side has been unleashed on D. and he hasn't complained.

Unfortunatly, almost two weeks ago, while on our weekly "Sunday Nudist Movie Night" D. decided to heat up Saturday's "Pizza Night's" leftovers and while getting the pizza from the oven, he ended up with a slightly burnt penis; burnt not from the food but from it resting against the oven. And even as the skin was darkning, D.'s main concern was getting laid. I have been refusing him sex mainly because I feel sorry for his dick but also because the 2 times (Shoot me, I was horny like a motherfucker, so I gave in) we did it (hard), it was raw and painful.

So, until it heals, I will listen to my pussy's silent throbs and my insides moans and wait for my baby to heal, for my cock to be returned for me to worship, to whip. In the meantime, enjoy my past.

The door shut behind...

...him but I refuse to look up. From the page I was already struggling to read, I watch his shadow’s deformed hand stroke its’ oversized, exposed cock and I knew right then that I was in deep trouble. In trouble for laying spread eagle and half naked in bed pretend reading, in trouble for refusing to fuck him for the last 4 days and thinking that I could get away with it.

Yes, I am in trouble but, after all, this is the kind of trouble I like to stir up and love to enjoy most. I flinch when his cold hand trails the curves of my tight ass, up my shivering spine before pulling on my tousled hair. But I refuse to look up. He straddles my back with his full weight- to punish me and I struggle for breath. He leans in and calmly whispers his minty breath in my ear “The way I see it, you either you let me fuck you or I rape you.” I turn to slap him but the black belt in him sees my move coming even before my hand is up and before I can free myself from his tight grip, he’s already flipped me on my back; the sly grin on his face telling me that, once again, he wins.

With one hand, he pins both my hands above my head and as much as I try to wriggle my way out of his touch, I know this to be a losing battle and it doesn’t take long for his free hand to travel up my smooth legs, between my soft thighs and into my warm pussy.
“Fuck you!” I spit into his eyes.
“You will!” He deliberately smiles.
I try to resist the immediate bliss that envelops me. But soon enough, my body stops listening and the moans that escape my throat, I cannot control.
“I know you like this! You like that?” he taunts me and as soon as my hips start gyrating around his fingers’ beat and the urge that inform me that an orgasm is imminent takes over, he stands up. I am still dazed with pleasure but awake enough to realize what he is doing to me. But I will not beg for his cock. I won’t! I won’t! I tell myself, I lie to myself. He kisses my breath away; I lose myself in the waves of pleasure.

My back arches and my pussy throbs, impatient. As he penetrates me and we begin to dance to the frenetic beat we’ve perfected a familiar yet still electric currents take over. He pulls my legs up to my chest and from above, D. fucks me into submission. He fucks me until I beg for more, for him to stop, for him to finish me. I beg to be taken, to be received, given and made whole again.
I beg D. and I wouldn't have it any other way.


There is a lot of sexiness and fucking going on around today. So, please stop by and comment on my favorite bloggers’ takes on our monthly 'May I seduce you' posts!

Duchess
Hubman
Sheba
Ms Scarlett
Veronica
Enchanted Mistress
Petal
Aurore
Topaz
Ronjazz
Autumn
Britni
Library Vixen
Eden's Dragon
Submissively Me
Danimo
And our gracious Ringleader Kimberly

July Fuckworks

EVERY SUMMER, our town hosts an eleven day fair and every year, one of those days falls on the fourth of July. Since we wanted to celebrate the day alone, we decided to spend the whole day having fun at the fair.

Around here going to the fair means showing up in skimpy outfits that reveal more than they cover and so, I put on my favorite sheer black top with matching lace push-up bra and D.’s favorite deep blue booty shorts and because they are so tight and I am already in a freaky mood, I smile and forgo panties. We go on all the scary rides early and sit side by side while I scream my head off swearing to never do it again and D. laughs at me for freaking out and still going back for more. At around 10 pm, with our extra tickets left we decide to go on the Ferris wheel and for some reason, we are stuck high above the skyline and when the whole town is lit up by neighborhood firework displays, we kiss to celebration and I place D.’s right hand on my thigh. By habit, he caresses me and gently slides his fingers, past the thin layer of denim, into my wet pussy

For a brief moment, he stops- surprised by my boldness and lack of inhibitions and I can tell by the way his fingers work me out that he is both revolted and hurt by my exposing something that so closely belongs to him yet quite turned on by the surprise. Overtaken with pleasure, I close my eyes, tilt my head back, against the cold metal of our seat, and enjoy him fully. When the ride starts moving again, I open my eyes and unbeknownst to us, there is an old couple, watching and smiling, above us. The midnight fireworks that close the July 4th celebration put the stars that usually lit up our skies to shame it was so beautiful. It lasted for more than 15 minutes and each explosion was more grandiose than the one prior. And it didn’t hurt that the whole thing was accompanied by a rendition of the Star Spangled Banner on electric guitar by a gray Santa Claus.

From the moment we leave the parking lot and get closer to the highway, I quietly proceed to strip. I remove and toss my shorts and since my seat is heated and warm, I spread my legs wide and arch my back to take it in fully. Slowly, one by one, my buttons come undone. It doesn’t take long for my bra to join the rest of my clothes, on the floor. I am scared shitless that we might get pulled over by a cop and taken to jail, but this needs to be done, the adrenaline that’s still rushing tells me. Without my prompting, D. takes the first exit in sight and veers into an empty parking lot, behind a foreclosed Chili’s restaurant.

The space is tight for people as tall as we are, the lampposts around us are sensitive to movement and to top it all off, the radio is playing a hip-hop song about cops, complete with blaring sirens; yet none of this gets in our way. We kiss and fuck like horny teenagers in the back of our SUV. We fuck like we just met and had we been ticketed for it, it would have been worth every cent!

Happy (Belated) 4th of July!!

TMI Tuesday #194

SO TODAY, FOR the first time ever, I'm playing TMI. Enjoy!!!

1. Where was the first place you ever had sex?
My first time took place on D.'s bed while his roomates were downstairs. It was scary but the thrill of knowing that others could hear us and maybe get turned on in return was the icing on the cake.

2. How often do you lie?
I try to be as honest as possible and then I usually tell tiny white lies. Those don't count, right?

3. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?
Smart by far. Beauty fades and anyone who wants you for your looks will surely move on once the tide turns. Besides with brains you can make enough money to pay Dr. 90210.

4. Have you ever passed out or suffered memory loss from drinking too much?
I don't drink. I like to remember every moment, every detail in the morning.

5. Top or bottom?
Why choose if you can have it any which way? I like to experiment. The same thing twice bores me so, I switch things up.

Bonus: Do you have any catalogs for toys/videos/lingerie delivered to your home?
Yes, I get Adam & Eve, Victoria's Secret, etc... You know, the "normal" ;)

Birthday Sex!

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D. IS ALWAYS HORNY and a second away from an erection that will blow any pornstar off the screen and because he is so sexual, a day or two without sex leaves him breathless and sulking in the corner. Back when withholding and refusing him sex was the norm for us, he used to remind me at every chance he got of my lack of appreciation for a faithful, loving and sexually competent husband but since I decided to let go and give in to our carnal needs, his argument no longer holds. So, stressing and sulking are the new weapons. But on nights when I am just too tired to remember or care, I blissfully trade in the kink for the warmth of my pillow. For the last three days, our two small bosses, everyday life and running the salon have been getting in the way of our late night and early morning romp sessions.

So, t’was the night before my 24th birthday and the tension and attitude towards each other came to a crashing halt when D. asked me to join him in the living room; he needed to talk to me. It all started with a calm and adult discussion to figure out the “problem”. I already knew that the “problem” stemmed from 3 long, fuckless nights that left D. horny as hell and sulky. But as usual, the “talk” quickly escalated into a BIG fight (most of which I can’t remember or frankly care to) in which he called me lazy and selfish and I stuck-up and a fucking jerk. He threatened to leave and I opened to door for him. He picks up his work stuff and laptops and the next moment, we are on the loveseat fucking. I know! I know! This is not healthy but fighting tends to lead us to fucking.

As he pulls me close and tears my shirt off, I kiss him madly, I kiss his breath away. With one hand, he unclasps my bra and cups my right tit. The warmth of his hand against my raw skin travels like wildfire through my body and settle on the tip of my erect clit. His lips move away from mine to my neck, my breasts, my stomach before settling on my pussy. I hold on to his curly hair and as I guide him, he swiftly lifts and turns me upside down. I grab onto his cock for dear life and the sensation of my cunt getting explored and swallowed whole with the rest of me hanging drives me off the edge and it doesn’t take long before I start begging to fuck him. The loveseat is littered with clothes and picture frames that (2 months after moving) we still haven’t gotten around to putting up and away but this doesn’t stop us. With one hand, D. clears the lot and we are right back at it.

D. lifts me and gently places me on the couch and in the first time for what seems like an eternity, we make slow, soul baring love. We gaze into each other’s eyes and the fears, needs and future reflected in them don’t scare us because at the end of the day, no matter how much, how hard we fight, we can fuck our way back. Like D. says, we are renewed with every orgasm. Sex is our eraser, our equalizer and today, as the clock reads 01:12AM, it is the first, the best gift I receive on my 24th Birthday.