So many fun, sexy, and loving happy things happened this weekend that I wanted to share all of them. So here is a quick look at just what has made me smile over the past 48 or so hours:
Friday night: Being greeted as soon as I'm home from work and cooking dinner together. We chat about my day and share kisses and gropes while we cook. I make taco meat while he preps the veggies. I talk about my frustrations about work, and he supports me and encourages me.
As we're eating, he reminds me that I'm intelligent and beautiful, and there are many reasons that he loves me besides these two.
Many times while playing video games that night he tells me he loves me.
He begs me to get off the computer after too long at the computer. I complain that I'm having fun video gaming, and he tells me that he wants more time one-on-one with me. It's been a long week and he wants lots of cuddles on the couch tonight. The way he asks is not demanding or expecting of me; its a simple request. The look in his eyes and the touch of his hand in my hair when he asks is so sincere, I melt. We sit on the couch to watch some TV and cuddle. We give each other back massages. I end up falling asleep and he wakes me up to go to bed as soon as he notices.
I'm so tired when we go to bed, but he is horny. He holds me on his chest as he jacks himself off. I play with his balls and his whole body responds to my ball massage. He grips me to his chest and I fall asleep hearing him moan my name.
Saturday morning, I wake up from being too hot from cuddling. I think we cuddled almost all night. He wakes up with my stirring and gives me a good morning hand job that ends in him eating me out until his face has disappeared in my cunt.
We realize we woke up much earlier than normal, and end up taking a nap only a few hours later. Our nap is followed by some TV time on the couch. At some point he can't take any more of me being naked reaching over to paly with his dick and he ends up fucking me on the couch in 3 different positions for about 15 straight minutes. I cum several times, but my clit is feeling the need to orgasm, so I retreat to the bedroom to masturbate. He wanders in finding me almost asleep again and tells me to enjoy my day off.
Later he tells me we need to go out to dinner, he knows I need some relaxing time out. He drives me to our favorite restaurant and we share the same sweat in the booth, often with me resting my head on his shoulder and his arm around me. Sometimes we sit in silence, just enjoying each other.
Later that night, when he's grabbing dessert in the kitchen, he turns to me and says, "You know, I've never been happier in my life." My heart swells in happiness. He's not big on romantic statements, so this one comment is rare and very treasured by me.
Again I fall asleep on the couch during our cuddle time. Again he holds me on his chest while he masturbates. This time I tug and pull on his balls and he tells me how good I am at it. I murmur "It's like I was made to tug on them" and he tells me I most certainly was.
We fall asleep cuddling again. We are awoken few hours later by a very strong storm that causes us to get up, check the weather, and unplug our important electronics. There's no real danger, so we head back to bed, holding each other. A bolt of lightening makes me hump together, arms around each other.
Sunday we sleep in way too late and decide to have a nice day out. Lunch, shopping, movies. As we're getting ready, he calls me Mrs. (his last night). I call him naughty and tell him that he, Mr. (my last name) shouldn't say such things. He actually grins and almost blushes at my comment. He admits to liking my last name as his...
He helps me pick out shoes and we go clothes shopping. I could use a couple more dresses for work. I try on two in the dressing room. One is a steal on clearance that I like and it fits well. The other is only on sale, but I love it. I go to check the price again, unsure of whether to get it. As I'm trying to decide he asks, "Do you love it?" When I say I do, he says, "Then get it. You deserve it." He squeezes my shoulder with his arm around me and looks me in the eye: "Get it."
Funny how someone giving you permission to do what I want makes such a difference. I buy both dresses, and get him a couple of hot thongs on clearance as well. (They are super hot).
At the movies we spend a good forty or so minutes of him with his arm around me and me with my head on his shoulder. The rest of the movie he holds my hand which he occasionally kisses throughout the movie.
Onto grocery shopping, where we are so happy we can't not put our arms around each other as we shop. We plan our meals for the week and he starts buying food for a "surprise meal" that will be made later in the week. I'm excited and curious.
We unpack the car and groceries together. The sink is full of dirty dishes; I really want to sit down and relax for a couple of hours, and he tells me I should. He'll do the dishes tomorrow. They can wait one day as he wants me to relax.
At home later we are playing video games - my final hurrah before the week starts again. Suddenly he starts humming a song - and I realize what it is. "Why are you singing that?"
"What?" he keeps humming.
"You can't hum that!"
"Why not? One day you'll be my bride, all dressed in white..."
"Naughty!" but when he turns to look at me, I'm beet red from blushing and he gets up and comes over to hug and kiss me, even though I try to hide my bashful face.
"You are so beautiful when you blush! Why are you blushing so much! One day you'll be my bride, you know... awww, look at you smile!"
And as I'm writing this, he's on the couch just a few feet away, waiting for me to cuddle and spend some quality time together.
He is exactly what I needed.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Snapshot: BBC
Occasionally (read: all the time) while I work from home I browse tumblr.
Tonight I came across this:
I showed it to the boyfriend, because the girth of this cock and the view of her pussy being stretched so far was... distracting.
I tilted my screen for him to see (we sit beside each other) and he got up to take a closer look. Our conversation:
Him: Wow, look at that...
Me: You see how thick that is?
Him: Oh I do.
Me: I mean, look at what it's doing to her pussy!
Him: I want that cock in your pussy.
Me (in shock): What!? (He's smiling.) You want something that big in me?
Him: Yes I do. I want him to fuck you.
Me (in disbelief): A big black cock? Like THAT size of cock?
Him: Yeah, I do. I want him to stretch you out.
Me: And what will you be doing when this is happening? Watching the expression on my face?
Him: I'll be in the corner watching, as you make fun of my cock and how it can't satisfy you like that.
Me: Just in the corner? Touching yourself?
Him: Yeah.
(I look down, he's jacking off a full boner right next to me.)
Me: So you really want to be cucked like that one day, huh?
Him: Maaayyybe...
Me: You know I'll make you clean it up... you'll have to lick it clean.
Him: That's OK. (He shrugs it off as no big deal.)
(I take over jacking off his cock for a few moments.)
Me: You're so naughty! Wanting me to have a Big Black Cock to stretch me out like that.
He only grins in response.
When I think about this picture, I get curious what it would feel like. I wonder what his face would look like as he saw me struggle with the size. What would he feel as he watched me slip from uncertainty to pleasure?
One day, we might find out.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Frustration and release
It's summer. There's a heatwave. Do we need any more reasons to be naked? Well, that's how I go very often in the evening. Naked everywhere. The layout of my home is such that I can move about the entire home without being visible from the front or side windows where possible neighbors could spy on me. (Honestly, I could care less of they did anyway).
Last night I was naked, writing for my blog and watching TV. Early in the evening we moved to the couch to watch the Olympics. Our couch is actually a couch with an extra cushion that pulls out and up so its the size of a double bed. We keep it in this shape so we can sit and lay down or have full leg/foot rests at our leisure. It's pretty comfortable.
We take our normal spots - me on the left, sitting up with my legs stretched out. He is laying down, head right hear my feet so his hands can cuddle my feet and legs. My feet wander around his hands or my legs split and my right leg wanders down his body.
This leaves my pussy wide open. Occasionally he reaches over and ever so gently he runs one finger up and down my my pussy lips, just touching my slit. He doesn't press, he doesn't move any closer. I can just feel his skin. It tickles and makes me quiver. I part my legs in a natural urge to get his finger into my lips toward my clit. He moves slowly up and down until I'm moaning, then stops.
Fuck.
This happens again and again. For hours. If I start to play with myself, he covers my pussy with his hand and won't touch me. I have a clit boner, I can feel it. But he won't fucking touch it.
About hour 3, he presses on my lips just north of my clit. It's enough sensation to make me forget the TV, shut my eyes, and cry out for release.
"Maybe I won't even let you cum tonight. Maybe you just have to wait until tomorrow night."
I can't help but bite my lip. I love the idea; it would make me so wet being forced to wait. I would wake up with wet thighs and my panties would be soaked from a full day at work just imagining what I will feel when my time comes.
But then I tell him how much I want to come tonight. Please. He moves his finger toward my vagina and wiggles just that little bit to make me think he's going to finger me.
And then his finger's gone.
"Maybe."
Fuck!
The Olympics are over for the night. We get ready for bed and I see him selecting a vibrator from our toy closet. Oooh, so I am getting something....
We lay in bed and I assume an open legged position on my back next to him. He turns on the vibrator and skips my clit to insert it just a bit into my vagina. Then he turns it on and toys with the vibration level. He ignores my clit completely. I wait, trying to be patient. And then I'm tired of waiting. I tell him I can't come from just this vibe. He tells me, "That's OK" and keeps going.
My clit is aching for touch and orgasm. I see no other toys in sight and I have no idea where this is going. I give a slight whimper.
"When I'm ready."
I try to be patient. I just close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of the vibrator in my vagina. I feel his weight shift, and the Hitachi is in his hands. He hasn't removed the vibrator from me.
He pulls back my pussy lips and places the Hitachi on my clit, on low, pressing harder than I would normally. Pleasure floods my clit and pussy and he laughs as my body arches up. He holds it still for a few moments then starts to wiggle it. My hips start rocking up and down, legs slightly closing. He presses harder but I beg for less pressure. It's too hard.
Instead of lifting up a bit, he pulls the whole thing off me, turns it on high, pulls the other vibe out, and presses the hitatchi hard onto my clit and down toward my vagina.
My reaction is instant loud screaming. He laughs at my almost inability to handle the pleasure and moves it up and down my cunt slightly.
"I can see you pushing out that cream from your pussy!" For a moment, I think he might take a lick, but instead he just presses the Hitachi into me.
I was already really aroused, but now my orgasm is building so fast my mind can't keep up. I come screaming and I catch a glimpse of the grin on his face as I almost sit up in my orgasm whirl of movement. He continues to press the Hitachi into me as I fall back into my mattress then squeeze my legs shut, trapping the Hitachi more. Now I am screaming my loudest, screaming where my throat hurts. I can't stop screaming, I can't do anything but scream. It's entirely in his control. My body moves into this rhythm of movement as three more orgasms hit me in quick succession.
He finally removes the toy from my body. It takes me several minutes to quiet down and relax my legs and body.
He again laughs at my inability to quiet down. I can't feel anything but pleasure in my body.
I have to swallow several times to rehydrate my throat. "Wow... that was... *cough* some of the BEST orgasms I've had in a long, long time..." my eyes shut again.
"Oh really? Well, good."
"Mmhmm. I was screaming as hard as I could."
"I could tell... it's kinda scary."
"Scary?"
"Yeah, it scares me when you scream that loud."
"Why?"
"Just does. I know you're not hurt, but it's really, really loud."
Last night I was naked, writing for my blog and watching TV. Early in the evening we moved to the couch to watch the Olympics. Our couch is actually a couch with an extra cushion that pulls out and up so its the size of a double bed. We keep it in this shape so we can sit and lay down or have full leg/foot rests at our leisure. It's pretty comfortable.
We take our normal spots - me on the left, sitting up with my legs stretched out. He is laying down, head right hear my feet so his hands can cuddle my feet and legs. My feet wander around his hands or my legs split and my right leg wanders down his body.
This leaves my pussy wide open. Occasionally he reaches over and ever so gently he runs one finger up and down my my pussy lips, just touching my slit. He doesn't press, he doesn't move any closer. I can just feel his skin. It tickles and makes me quiver. I part my legs in a natural urge to get his finger into my lips toward my clit. He moves slowly up and down until I'm moaning, then stops.
Fuck.
This happens again and again. For hours. If I start to play with myself, he covers my pussy with his hand and won't touch me. I have a clit boner, I can feel it. But he won't fucking touch it.
About hour 3, he presses on my lips just north of my clit. It's enough sensation to make me forget the TV, shut my eyes, and cry out for release.
"Maybe I won't even let you cum tonight. Maybe you just have to wait until tomorrow night."
I can't help but bite my lip. I love the idea; it would make me so wet being forced to wait. I would wake up with wet thighs and my panties would be soaked from a full day at work just imagining what I will feel when my time comes.
But then I tell him how much I want to come tonight. Please. He moves his finger toward my vagina and wiggles just that little bit to make me think he's going to finger me.
And then his finger's gone.
"Maybe."
Fuck!
The Olympics are over for the night. We get ready for bed and I see him selecting a vibrator from our toy closet. Oooh, so I am getting something....
We lay in bed and I assume an open legged position on my back next to him. He turns on the vibrator and skips my clit to insert it just a bit into my vagina. Then he turns it on and toys with the vibration level. He ignores my clit completely. I wait, trying to be patient. And then I'm tired of waiting. I tell him I can't come from just this vibe. He tells me, "That's OK" and keeps going.
My clit is aching for touch and orgasm. I see no other toys in sight and I have no idea where this is going. I give a slight whimper.
"When I'm ready."
I try to be patient. I just close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of the vibrator in my vagina. I feel his weight shift, and the Hitachi is in his hands. He hasn't removed the vibrator from me.
He pulls back my pussy lips and places the Hitachi on my clit, on low, pressing harder than I would normally. Pleasure floods my clit and pussy and he laughs as my body arches up. He holds it still for a few moments then starts to wiggle it. My hips start rocking up and down, legs slightly closing. He presses harder but I beg for less pressure. It's too hard.
Instead of lifting up a bit, he pulls the whole thing off me, turns it on high, pulls the other vibe out, and presses the hitatchi hard onto my clit and down toward my vagina.
My reaction is instant loud screaming. He laughs at my almost inability to handle the pleasure and moves it up and down my cunt slightly.
"I can see you pushing out that cream from your pussy!" For a moment, I think he might take a lick, but instead he just presses the Hitachi into me.
I was already really aroused, but now my orgasm is building so fast my mind can't keep up. I come screaming and I catch a glimpse of the grin on his face as I almost sit up in my orgasm whirl of movement. He continues to press the Hitachi into me as I fall back into my mattress then squeeze my legs shut, trapping the Hitachi more. Now I am screaming my loudest, screaming where my throat hurts. I can't stop screaming, I can't do anything but scream. It's entirely in his control. My body moves into this rhythm of movement as three more orgasms hit me in quick succession.
He finally removes the toy from my body. It takes me several minutes to quiet down and relax my legs and body.
He again laughs at my inability to quiet down. I can't feel anything but pleasure in my body.
I have to swallow several times to rehydrate my throat. "Wow... that was... *cough* some of the BEST orgasms I've had in a long, long time..." my eyes shut again.
"Oh really? Well, good."
"Mmhmm. I was screaming as hard as I could."
"I could tell... it's kinda scary."
"Scary?"
"Yeah, it scares me when you scream that loud."
"Why?"
"Just does. I know you're not hurt, but it's really, really loud."
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