Before The Storm

It's no news that Hurricane Irene is wrecking the East Coast.  CJ and I live in the Mid-Atlantic.
Although the storm didn't hit here until today, yesterday CJ and I started our celebration of a big storm yesterday.  It's also no news that whether it's a snow storm, a Nor'easter, or a hurricane, couples often spend their time making love to each other.





Something especially exciting happened in bed yesterday.  Our foreplay was extended and this time we seemed to explore more of each other’s skin, little areas of pleasure all over our bodies.  Eventually I ended up on top, CJ sucking my nipples and absolutely burying his face in my tits.  It's such a turn on for me to look down at him and see his face practically enveloped by them.  I always moan out "bite them...bite them hard", even though I'm very aware that he knows what to do to them to make my pussy wet for him, to ache for him.

CJ decided he wanted me to suck him until he got perfectly hard for my pussy.  CJ kneeled over my face, insisting that I suck him, first wanting me to suck his balls, a request he doesn't normally make.  His balls rested across my lips and holding them with my closed lips I pulled them onto my tongue, let them roll over it and sucked them into my mouth.  His musk and sweat covered me and took over my senses. My licks moved up towards his cock head, once reached I gladly sucked him into my mouth.  He urged me on with his moans and his urgency.  His cock hardening in my mouth, tight balls, and scent, made me want him more, made me glad I was his good woman.  To prove to me that he was ready to take my pussy, he slap me a few times on my face with it.

Then he lifted my hips up, "Ride my cock".
"I know you want to"

I rolled over onto him and he wanted to quickly enter me.  
I wouldn't allow that, "Oh no, not so fast".

He teased me by rubbing his cock head on my clit, and then got it a bit wetter by running it down my waiting slit.  It was then I took him in, no more teasing.  I was already so wet that I easily glided up and down him, that damn hot cock that I have been loving for decades now.
This time something was different, for some reason, our time together in bed got very filthy.  I'm usually the one that does most of the "dirty" talking.  As my readers found out long ago, it's a big turn on for me. He started up this time, telling me our much he loved my pussy and fucking it.  How fine my cunt was for his cock. It just makes me fuck him harder and I came very fast.  I bucked as the waves of orgasm overtook me.  Then nuzzled into CJ's warm neck and it felt fantastic.

Once I calmed down a bit, CJ rolled me over onto my back and made me put my legs straight up in the air. When I was ready he just went to town and slammed his cock into me, I grabbed my ankles, arched my back and started fucking him back just as hard.
Then the big turn on started, something he had never done, at least to this extent, before.  He started telling me that he'd love to watch another guy fucking me and treating me like a whore.  The more he described it, the faster and harder he fucked me.  I started helping him describe it.  CJ said he'd like to watch or be made to stay in a corner.  Another option he offered was that I suck him off while the guy fucked the hell out of my pussy.
My head was near the edge of the bed as he continued his description.

"You mean like this", I said as I worked my head over the edge.

"I could suck you like this while the other guy was taking my cunt", this time opening my mouth as if he were standing in front of me.

"Oh yes, you whore"

This "fantasy exchange" went back and forth a little longer before it was his turn to get off.
As we lay together afterwards, enjoying the breath of new life we give each other when we make love, I thought about it more.  It was very exciting and something I hadn't thought about doing before.  We had shared our fantasies before, and even acted on few you've read about in this blog, but never while we were right in the act.  Even as I write this, I'm getting excited about it all over again.

I want to try this again.  Maybe before the storm passes entirely.

A Different Way To Say "I Love You"

Last night CJ made love to me.  Not something new to this blog, but it was how this love was shown that was extraordinary.

In the discovery of my sexual self, I have found over the years that I enjoy submission and light bondage & discipline.  I’ve been a little more into it since I’ve started playing VP.  Role-playing as a whore forces you to function as a submissive.

CJ approached me on the coach to, what seemed innocently enough, to offer me a candy bar from his mouth.  After lulling me into a sense of false security he climbed onto the couch, pulled his pants down he forced my head back so he could sit on my face.  He was being filthy to me.  He was yelling, calling me a bitch and whore, commanding me to do everything he asked for and do it immediately. I had to lick his balls, and I was told what a whore I was for wanting to do it.  CJ has nice tight balls when he gets hard and they are yummy.

“You want it whore, suck my cock” he yelled as he pushed me on the floor demanding I get on my knees. 

He held the base of his cock, which by now had come to full attention and quickly shoved it down my throat.  I gagged and he kept fucking my mouth with it. I gagged again, but it didn’t matter, he kept it up and I did “my job”, I sucked and licked.

“Suck me off, that’s it suck my cock”

Yes, over and over again I was disgraced as a whore and a cocksucker.
As long as my mouth wasn’t having his cock shoved down it, I always answer with a soft “yes sir”.  Showing fear by not looking at him, or putting my hands to my face.

Even though the things that he was demanding, like deep throating him, tea bagging me, and sucking his balls are things that get me wet in no time, this time was different and I went with it.
Soon he was demanding that I take my clothes off and to do it quickly.  I did it because I wanted to, because I couldn’t wait to see what was next.
I was practically thrown over the coffee table.  From behind my legs were spread and I was mounted like what I was at that moment, a whore.

“That’s give me your pussy, let’s see your pussy”

 Then CJ pounded me hard and fast. I was told to “kiss the floor”, I dropped my head down flat on the floor and got fucked even harder.  As hard as he was fucking me, that’s how hard and quickly he came.
By then, I was moaning loudly “Fuck me, fuck your bitch”.
I was turned around once he pulled out of me and the next demand was “Taste your pussy bitch”, my head shoved was down on his cock again, having to clean him up after fucking a dirty slut.

“Think you can get me hard again?”

Finally, and not quite as harshly he put me on my back on the living room floor and spread my legs again, this time to go down on my pussy.  Since I was still in the mindset of being CJ’s prostitute I starting saying, “no don’t”.  I know, that makes me sound crazy right? 
“Whores don’t get their pussy’s eaten….stop”.  Of course, he didn’t and as his tongue circled my clit and my tight used hole I came.  I mean my entire body shook I came so hard. 

CJ moved up towards me and I said “I love you” and told him what a loving act that was.  “I love you too” was his reply along with that impish grin of his.
He kept saying, “that’s not in my character”
I know that honey. 

He knew that I would get into it and would enjoy it, so he went ahead and fell, quite well, into my fantasy.  Yes, a bit of a quickie, but very exciting.  Afterwards we loved it!  We were high on fun and excitement.  That’s exactly how you’re supposed to feel after you make love with your partner in a selfless way.

Love Snacks

CJ and I had another day off together the other day. We went out to breakfast in the morning and did a few little errands after that. Once we got home we just relaxed. I had some paperwork and phone calls I had to make for work, but it didn't take much time. We were both happy to stay in our comfy-wear and stay warm inside.

All of sudden it seemed it was snack time. CJ came into the living room, sat on the couch and seemed to just watch me work at the computer as I sat in my chair. From the corner of my eye I could see movement and when I turned to look at him his cock was out of his pants and he was stroking Mr. Happy with a smile on his face. I don’t know whether it was because I was working or that I just plain didn’t expect it, but I actually did a double take. Only CJ can describe what I looked like.

The conversation that followed was short, but very sweet.
In the brief time I was dazed I automatically said, “What are you doing?”
His answer was self-evident I guess, “Stroking”, was all he said.
"Why", I said half teasing and half innocent.
The next thing CJ said is what started to turn me on, “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
My answer was based on something I think women delineate more than men. Although fucking is fun, even between committed lovers, what I said told CJ I didn’t want to be fucked, "I'd rather be made love to."

He smiled and gave me instructions from the living room to the bedroom.
At first we stood at the foot of the bed, standing as we kissed, nibbled, and licked each other’s necks, lips, and ears. My hands moved inside the elastic of pants to squeeze the buns of his cute ass. I guided my hand to his cock. CJ’s cock is wonderfully familiar to me. I grasped the warm, smooth, hard flesh that was my physical connection to his soul and his way to explore mine. I started our enjoyable physical conversation by stroking that hot hard cock.
I felt his hands beginning to play with me; he tickled my asshole with one finger as he probed my dampening pussy. I put one leg up on the bed so I could easily spread myself for him. Still wearing my lounge pants the access was easy.
He took his cock and introduced the knob to my hot slit, rubbing it up and down between my pussy lips.

By this point he needed me to get my clothes off and I was only too willing to oblige. He did the same. Once we were our unguarded and unprotected selves we moved to the side of the bed. CJ pushed me down on my back and easily spilt my cunt, forcing it to open and take him in. Again there was a gratifying familiarity, that of his meat stuffing me and filling me up.
He let me know that I felt just as good to him when he said, “Your so wet and hot!”
“I can’t help it, it’s your cock.", I said with a big smile on my face.

My clit was aching and so swollen now. I moved my fingers down to just slightly play with her. I moved my clit between my fingers and spread my inner lips to show her off to CJ. I always want him to not only feel how excited I am, but to see it too. Whether it’s rock hard erect nipples, a flushed face, or my love bud in full flower.

With each his thrusts inward I pushed against him and on the upstroke I pulled back, clinging to his dick as I did. CJ may have been making love to me, but I sure was being fucked hard at the same time. He pushed my legs up towards my shoulders and had me bend them at the knees. He knelt close to me, pushing my legs down and continued his fucking…harder, faster, and with loving joy.
As his breaths got faster and deeper, as were mine, he moaned out,
“Do you want me to cum inside you?”
I took a deep breath just to be able to speak and replied with,
“I don’t care, you can paint my tits”
“I'm gonna cum deep inside you”, he said as he shoved his thick cock into my wet cunt. Only moments after that he moaned as his balls drained into me.

When he pulled out of me he spread my legs even wider and dove into my pussy like a hungry dog. I think I actually screamed out as he lapped at my cream pie and I reveled in the feel of his cookie duster (my name for CJ’s mustache) devouring . With each lick over my clit I built to higher more intense orgasm. Right before I came I cried out, “Oh god, what did I do to deserve this?”
After he finished my pie I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. I enjoy that perfect taste of “us” was on his lips and tongue.
His body bade me a temporary good-bye by sucking on my nipples before he lay on the bed and we held each other. We hugged, smiled, and gave each other small kisses

One nice thing about quickies is the intensity. Sometimes it's because of time restraints. Sometimes because of fear of being caught, other times it's just a need for the intimacy. Although I wouldn't want all my love making to be quickies, the "snacks" are always fun.

Debbie, CJ, and the Couch

In honor of CJ's birthday I chose today to start up my new year of blogging.
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Enough of the reintroduction of my blog. Onto the fun.

Recently CJ and I were enjoying a quite evening at home. Sometimes, especially in the colder weather, it’s nice to have some wine, and enjoy each other’s company. As it seems to be with us, I was soon cradled in his arms, feeling all warm and snuggly with my head on his chest.


Have I ever told you what a good kisser CJ is? I thought I might have. He leaned over and began to kiss me. I can so easily follow his lead when it comes to my tongue dancing with his. Fast, slow, warm, sensuous, soft, and perfect. It is a calming sensation that comes over me when CJ kisses me. That’s just what happened this time too. I’m sure it’s because of the bond we share outside the bedroom that makes me feel this why. I become very turned on by his kisses and it makes me want to submit instantly.

On this particular cold winter evening it wasn’t any different. As he moved to my ears, and then back down, I could feel my nipples harden and my senses heighten. From that moment on the melting into each other started.
He gently pushed me onto my back as he kept kissing, biting, and nibbling my neck. He rolled over on me, my legs instinctively spread to give him room to lie between them. I felt him harden as he began to squeeze and caress my tits. He likes to see my nipples push through my shirts. He pinched them as they showed themselves off. His hands were quickly all over me. I held him closer as he kept caressing my entire body.

Our clothing was becoming annoying by now and, although we didn’t tear at each other like teenagers, we did slowly help each other strip. All this while remaining on the couch. In fact, as you’ll find out, we didn’t leave the couch for a while.

The kissing and caressing continued. CJ moved to my neck and ears and his nibbling turned to bites. He drives me wild when he does this. My entire body started to rock against his. I got wetter and wetter. I held him tighter as he moved from neck to my tits. My nipples were as hard as erasers and my lover was hungry for them. CJ dove into my tits and I moaned as he nibbled on them and slowly filled my soaking pussy at the same time. I then experienced something I had never felt with any other lover. As CJ moved in and out of me and sucked my tits I could actually feel a sensation on my tongue! I couldn’t believe it and had to let CJ know even though it was as a moan, “My god I can even feel you on my tongue.”
It seemed to encourage CJ and he picked up the rhythm. Oh fuck I love it as I pulled up legs and hugged his sides with my knees.
In no time our love making intensified and being on a couch that meant that my head was banging against one arm of the couch and it wasn’t padded. CJ did his best to ease this with one arm wrapped around the back of my head. He tried to cushion my head, but to avail. I didn’t even feel it; the pleasure was outweighing any pain that may have been moving through my head.

Our bodies got warmer, moister, and if possible even closer as we moved with more intensity. Yes my head pushed into the wooden confinement behind me, but it was wonderful waves running through me was all I felt.
I think it will be his turn next time. “Ride ‘em cowgirl”

Sex News Sunday #7

I chose the following story not only for content, but for my own selfish reasons.






The subject today is not new to most women. It's from the always self proclaimed unbiased(?) Fox News online.
Fox reports on a study that shows that women feel 'cheap' and 'used' after a one night stand. Don't ask me why they used quotes for those words.
It is a story that looks into the psychology of casual sex. My favorite, next to my own, website is Wikipedia.
Wiki describes casual sex by:

One night stand is a single sexual encounter between individuals, where at least one of the parties has no immediate intention or expectation of establishing a longer-term sexual or romantic relationship.

Apparently women get involved with things like one night stands because of a certain degree of flattery felt, the sense of being wanted. Being a female I understand those feelings. Men are on the opposite end of the pole (excuse the pun): men lower their standards to get laid and the flattery is a fantasy to them.
I always enjoy the news I find that deal with the opinions and feelings that involve both sexes. To read all the information check out my last Sex News post and read about the study at FoxNews

Now to add some personal experience to the objective study.
When I was college, many years ago, before sex could kill you with AIDS or Hep C. I enjoyed many different men. I hope they enjoyed me too. I would say that about 95% of those encounters were casual or what is called today, steady fuck buddies.
True, once in a while I felt cheap and I questioned my standards. It wasn't all bad though.
When I was a 19 year old sophomore I was introduced by my friends to an 18 year old freshman.
I wasn't that impressed. Without going into the soap opera-like details. I eventually became interested and curious in him. I ended up propositioning him. In my mind it would be a fun night, maybe even a fun weekend, but that would be it. It was fun. It was great, I could barely walk the next day.
We ended up together for a much longer time than that weekend. I was surprised. It seemed like fate.
His name was CJ. We were married about 2 years later and divorced 5 years after that. We have wonderful daughter now, known as the Star Child to us. After 17 years we were reunited and are back making love to each other again.
I would say go into a casual sex experience with your eyes open gals, but remember you never know, it could be a way to meet your soulmate.

Where’s a Camera When You Need One?

That is a direct quote from CJ last night. CJ had a tough day at work yesterday. It was a clash of personality and the heat here in the Mid-Atlantic that did him in.

I was feeling very cozy and frisky so I surely, yet subtly hit on him. As we kissed, caressed, and massage on the couch I just reveled in it all, as usual. He moved his hands up under my t-shirt and started to squeeze my braless tits. When he began to pinch and twist my nipples in that special way of his, I could feel it in my gut. I could feel my pussy dampen. I whispered in his ear that he was going to turn me into a dirty talking slut.

I don’t mind “making out” on the couch, but last night it just wasn’t comfortable. I leaned into CJ and whispered, “Take me to our bed”.
Like the gentleman he is, he obliged me. Let me step away from the story for a moment and explain the importance of our bed, particularly recently.

CJ has a snoring problem. He was ordered by our doctor to have a sleep study done. He basically has obstructive sleep apnea. It’s not the type where he stops breathing, but the snoring usually keeps me awake. At times, it comes to the point where I have to kick him out of bed and have him sleep in the guest room. Sometimes we even decide before we go to bed what the arrangements will be. I know to, especially our seasoned readers, it must sound very strange that it isn’t rare for CJ and I to sleep apart. Neither of us likes the need for this. He is almost always very gracious about it all, even if I’m kicking him out at 2:00am. I am a firm believer in the fact that a couple’s bed is a sanctuary. It’s why I wrote Sex Bed Sunday. We don’t go to bed angry. Sometimes we just hold hands in bed. I know the feeling of that warm weight next to me. Sometimes I even tolerate the snoring. Best of all, we make love in that bed, and to lighten it sometimes we just fuck. I wanted him to make me feel as close as possible to him and be 100% his woman.

I went to the immediately and was on my back immediately. I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of lounge shorts. CJ lagged behind me just a bit and entered the room naked, wearing only a smile and a hard-on. He joined me on the bed; it was so comfortable, so right. The light from the living room added a warm glow, which I preferred this time.

CJ suckled me, and then began to play with my swollen clit. I’m sure he could feel me get wetter moment by moment. His fingers entered my hot hole and began to stretch me as he knelt over my face. By now he was pulling my t-shirt off and I was wriggling my out of my shorts. His luscious balls grazed over my face and lips and begging for my attention. I know I needed them just as desperately. I lapped and licked at his nuts as I massaged his ass cheeks. He pulled his cock upward so I could totally enjoy his balls. Between his soft moans he said,
“I love how you teabag me”.
I let his balls fall from my mouth and answered with, “I love that you let me”.
Then it was back to my snack. Using my lips I grasped at his sac, kissed, licked, and sucked his balls, hungry as hell for them. His cock was lying along the length of my face now. He was rubbing it over my face as his rested on my lips. CJ looked down at me and said, “Where’s a camera when you need one”.
The picture taking is always a big turn-on for me so I offered to wait while he got it (It was in the living room). It seems as though he didn’t want to leave the position he was in at the moment. I think it would have been a great shot too. Me splayed out on the bed, nipples hard as CJ’s cock, slapping my clit, with my face covered in cock. I’m disappointed that we missed that shot. CJ shoved the head of his cock into my mouth to let me have him, let me suck him. I think he not only enjoys it, but likes to see me enjoy it and he knows it gets my pussy wetter.

Then he did something I really enjoy. He teased me and he’s good at it. It makes me ache and it drives me wild! Not to mention that it turns me even dirtier. When just right the lovemaking can easily turn into hot monkey fucking. The tip of his dick ran up and down my wet slit and I could feel its heat. My hips began to rock and I began to beg, not to have it all, I begged to be teased. I begged to have my pussy stirred and I squirmed for it. We played some more and then he sank that stiff dick right into me. It felt as though a hot poker was branding me. We really set a fantastic love rhythm. After all the attention I was allowed it wasn’t too long until I came all over that hot rod. CJ just kept pumping and I kept up with him coming again. We held onto each other after collapsing and it was beautiful. When I finally got up off the bed, my knees were weak. CJ is the only man that can do it that for me.

I’m still sorry we didn’t get our readers any good pictures, but we have learned and will be keeping the camera in the bedroom from now on. Instead, I thought a picture of the tea that CJ made and served me on our first date, almost 30 years ago. That was a yummy teabag too.

Our Second Honeymoon

This story is long over due, but no less meaningful. This all happened during the last week of April. The story is a bit longer than my usual ones, but I wanted to tell it all at once.

Our recent trip to New Orleans was even better than a second honeymoon, it was the honeymoon we never had. We stayed at an old quaint hotel in the French quarter, the Vieux Carre to be exact.

Our activities included eating at some of the finer restaurants, sipping café au lait and eating beignets at Café du Monde, a carriage ride, siteseeing, gambling, and a trip down the Mississippi River. CJ had done most of the planning and it was perfect.

Nothing beat the experience on Rue Bourbon. If you’ve never been to Bourbon Street at night, there is no way I can totally describe it to you. If you have, then you know exactly what I’m talking about. The place doesn’t shut down until about 4:00 am. We were on the street from 10:00 pm until almost 2:30 am. It’s the music, the sex, the drinking, and the crowd. It’s like another planet and for me it was very exciting, very ‘stimulating’. I especially found it sexy when CJ told the girl outside Scores strip club that I gave the best blowjobs.
Once back at the room that evening/morning neither of us were in any condition to make love and we quickly fell asleep next to each other and I think feeler younger than we have in a long time.

The next day, while we were walking around and enjoying the city, I fell into the dirty girl I can be. I now truly believe it is something in the vibe/hum of the city. I stopped CJ as we were walking and told him if he wanted me that night he would have to buy me dinner plus $200 for 2 hours, “whatever you want, it’s a special”, I said. CJ, forever the businessman, started trying to bargain with me. I didn’t budge much. The subject wasn’t discussed again and I assumed we had a deal. After our site seeing for the day, we returned to the room and about three and a half hours until dinner. I was a bit warm and I stripped down to panties and bra and laid down on the fluffy soft duvet that covered our king sized bed. I sighed and told CJ, for what I’m sure seemed the 100th time, how wonderful everything was. Soon he was stripped to his briefs and joining me on the bed.
We held each other, smiled at each other, gave each other small exploring kisses, nuzzled, and enjoyed the feel of the other’s warm smooth skin. I began to rock and squirm, ever so slightly, under the spell of CJ’s embrace. His hand moved over top of my cotton bra. His thumb and forefinger search out and found my hardening nipples. I can always count on getting some nice tittie play from CJ and I will never tire of it.
At first I gathered myself together enough to pull back and say, “You have to buy me dinner first”.

“A man can have a little snack before dinner can’t he?”

I’m just a girl that can’t say ‘no’. I sank back into him. I kissed his neck as I returned to him. I looked downward for a moment and saw CJ slowly stroking his hardening cock. As a handsome sight for my eyes, it was even more so because of his shaved balls. CJ may be a breast man, but if there is such a thing, I’m a nuts gal, and no I don’t mean I’ve lost my mind.

“Lick my fuck stick”, he said, but I was to take my time.
I wanted to feel him first, under my hand, my fingertips bringing me the sense of his warm hardness. I soon as I grasped his cock I felt that heat. I let my fingers move up and down his prick, it was throbbing, and I could actually feel it. When I got to his plump and spongy cockhead, I squeezed it gently. I couldn’t hold back. I enjoy teasing CJ, but it is a way to tease myself at the same time. I lay on my stomach and moved my head downwards. I told CJ I needed to lick his balls first. He spread his thighs farther apart. Those nuts drew my tongue to them like a magnet. Soon my face was buried between his thighs and I was dragging my tongue across his sac. I took my time to smell his musk as his nuts rolled into my mouth. I was turned on even more and pulled the straps of my bra down as CJ helped me off with it. I sucked his cockhead in between my hungry lips and began moaning and I don’t think I stopped. As my tongue swirled around his shaft and I took more of his thick meat into my face, I began to grind my clit into the bed. I couldn’t help myself, it had been a while since I tasted CJ and I took him hungrily into my mouth. The more I sucked and slurped the harder I pushed my aching pussy into the firm mattress. As CJ grew inside my mouth I began to bob up and down on him, letting my mouth become his own fuck hole.

As his passion grew he firmly pushed me off and rolled me onto my back. One of my favorite feelings as CJ’s lover is to be on my back, exposed to him. To me it’s a way to show my love, my openness, and my self to him. His was so hard and handsome as he moved on top of me and with his impish grin, it’s as though I fall in love with him all over again when I make love with him.

I reached out to grasp his cock and get him inside of me as soon as I could, after all this was supposed to be just a snack before dinner.
He pulled my hand away, kissed me, and said, “No, don’t worry baby he knows where to go”. He teased me by running his engorged cockhead up and down my hot wet slit. I tilted my hips up towards him, moaning, wanting him. After what seemed an eternity he pushed his cock between my puffy pussy lips and slowly began to sink inside me, kissing my neck, then licking and nibbling at my nipples as he did. My vocalization, as always, was immediate and I filled that hotel room with the moans of my pleasure. His groans increased with the depth and pace of his thrusts. I rocked with him, keeping up with him as I was made to do. I pulled my legs up and grabbed my ankles. Fucking CJ with the soles of my feet facing the ceiling makes me feel so damn naughty. I could rock and fuck him so easily now, feeling as though I was getting wetter with each movement of his cock inside me.

I held on tight and came fast and hard. CJ wasn’t too far behind me. He drained his balls deep inside me. We then began our collapse into each other. My legs came back down to the bed and he slowly dropped on top of me. He pulled out of me and got on his knees next to me. Pushing his glistening cock in my face he said, “You missed a spot”.
He squeezed his cockhead so I could lap up the last drop of cum. CJ is my Maxwell House, good to the last drop.

We rested a bit more, then headed out to dinner at one of the great restaurants in the French Quarter, The Court of the Two Sisters. Needless to say, CJ and I had some much needed and much deserved quality time together, joining not only physically, but also on other levels. I’m going to remember this trip for a long time and I'm not sure that CJ will ever know how special it was to me, but I think he has an idea.

Togetherness

Late yesterday afternoon, after CJ got home from work I was thrown into the paradise that only he can send me to. Not only had it been a while since we connected in the way that physical love can do for a couple, but we both needed just a good old tension release.

I don't believe that any couple can truly connect without making love. It is the finale, if you’ll excuse the pun, the climax to a relationship.

As he kissed me, I began to melt into him. Things got very playful and for a while there I even acted as though I was only 17 years old. I think I could really run with that role-play at another time. It made me feel so bad, so hot to think of myself as a 17 year old giving myself up to this much older man.
As his hands moved under my blouse, then under my bra, squeezing my tits I felt like a young girl being just starting her sexual exploration. It was as though I was letting a man 'feel me up' for the first time. I liked it too.
I felt as though I needed a certain bit of courage to reach down to feel his hardness, his manhood. I didn't feel like a grown woman who was confident enough just to grab the cock she wanted. It made it all so wicked.

CJ wanted to move to the bedroom once I had allowed him to take off all my clothes. I asked if it was OK if we went to his parent's bedroom, adding slightly to the fantasy I was playing in my mind.
Our bedroom has large glass doors that lead to a balcony. Thick vertical blinds normally cover it. It was a nice day here in Central Maryland yesterday and the blinds were open. He had turned to lock the front door and I stood at the foot of the bed, blinds open, playing with my naked body as I watched oblivious people in the parking lot below.
I love being so forward, so free.

I told CJ when we were in bed how free he makes me. Truer words were never said.

Once on the bed, we truly fell into each other. The kisses, the massaging, the handsome look of his hard cock just to start. It seems the more he touched me, the more I felt him, the more primordial I became. The feel of my hair all over my face, the more I felt like a cat in heat. CJ knows how I need to taste his cock, how wet it makes me, how it makes me ache and soon he was feeding it to me. I was sucking and licking on him. I wanted to drive him crazy with my mouth.
Then it was my turn, I was being repaid and his kisses, lips and tongue were making love to my pussy. My legs spread wide as he finger fucked and ate me to massive orgasms.
But I live for the feeling of his cock inside me, stretching me open, responding to each other, moving in tandem.

Perfection.

We lingered for a long time in bed afterwards and I really liked that. He continued to massage me. I even told him that I still remember the first time he fucked me. That will be 30 years next year. I always want it to be good. I may not be as young as I was then, not as slim, and like most people I'm still average looking but when those special fates bring me to our bed, I am pure soul. Sounds strange doesn't it? It's my body that I'm using and is being used, but it's my soul that seems to spring forward.

I'm sure that CJ thinks of me as insatiable. I can tell sometimes that I almost overwhelm him. It can't be helped. It can't be tamed. I will never change it, never apologize for it, I know the truth is I don't have to with CJ. He understands it.

I miss him when we are not together and I told him so. I miss the feel of his body that connection I've been talking about. I know over the past three years of writing in this blog I've said it before, and I must say it again; I love the man. I love CJ as no other. I will need to go to bed with him until my last breath

It's Not Said Enough

"I love you", I said in his ear, again.
I was only gone for a day, but as we learned a long time ago, we shouldn't be apart.
Life has intruded into our lives too much lately.
Then we kissed.
Took a shower together.
Tasted each other.
And he eventually, teasingly, drove me to quaking orgasm.
My moans were not only of the pleasure of my body, but my soul.
We had created 'Us'.
It's beautiful, amazing, perfect, and extraordinary.
I wept in ecstasy.
"I love you with all my heart", he answered.

The Walls Have Ears - Finale

Be sure to enjoy Part Two before the finale.







My pussy had been tortured almost beyond it’s limits by now. I was aching in different ways all over. My arms and legs ached from being stretched, my pussy ached from the teasing and attention, and even my nipples were aching from being so erect.

CJ knew I was perfectly ready for him. He got on the bed and ran his cockhead up and down my wet, hot slit. I moaned out and Mike started stroking his cock, it seemed as though his loved the sound of moans and sighs. CJ slapped my swollen clit with his cockhead and it made me start to beg for it.
“Fuck me, stop teasing and just fuck me!”, I moaned out
The next feeling was that of fleshy hot steel parting my soft pussy lips. I screamed out this time as CJ thrust deep and hard into my cunt. My tight wetness hugged him and easily fell into the pace he created for us.
But remember we weren’t the only ones in the room. Mike was as close to the bed as he could get and was tugging faster on his dick. I watched Mike as I was fucked and he really enjoyed it, but wanted more from me, “Moan bitch, and let him know you love that cock”.

That wasn’t hard for me, and I aim to please.
“Fuck I need that cock”, I moaned out to CJ.
He bent over and sucked my tits without missing a beat. I was writhing against my bonds now and both CJ and Mike were picking up the pace.
I was close to the edge and moaned out that I wanted to cum.
“Bathe those balls baby, you know I love to make you cum”, CJ said breathlessly in between thrusts.
He slowed down, pulled halfway out of me and started playing with my clit. I moaned more as he played with that special spot and stirred my pussy.
“You damn slut”, Mike yelled at me as he massaged his balls. I could see his leaking and throbbing cock; he needed to cum as badly as I did.
CJ kept playing and smiling at me then slammed into me at just the right time. I moaned out in ecstasy, that was it. I came all over the fucker’s nuts.
Mike stroked and stroked harder.
CJ told him to drain his balls on my face.

I kept my face turned towards Mike as CJ kept pounding me. He was definitely enjoying my cunt and was about to shoot his hot goo into it.
Mike was stroking so fast it was making me hotter, if that was possible. There is something about the sound of a guy beating his meat that I find an extreme turn on.
I bucked against CJ’s thick cock and moaned out as he hit my g-spot again and I was cumming for a second time. Just as I opened my mouth Mike unloaded on me. He hit my tongue and lips with marksman like ability, and then sprayed the rest of my face.
I turned back towards CJ and licked my lips, eating Mike’s cum. Well that must have done it for CJ, he groaned and plunged one last time into me and exploded. His nuts drained into my hot pussy.

CJ pulled out of me and I went limp against my bonds.
“I hope this all you expected Mike”, I said as he was pulling up his pants.
“Oh yes and more, it was amazing to finally see the two of you in action”, he answered.
“You’re welcome anytime, maybe even join in if you want”, CJ said.
“That would be an honor”, Mike replied.
Mike quietly showed himself out as CJ began to untie me. Once untied I sat up and licked at his cock to clean him up.
As I sucked his balls clean, he started to get hard again.
But, as always, that’s another story.

The Walls Have Ears - Part Two

Enjoy Part One first

As I lay on the bed, vulnerable, the air from the slow moving ceiling fan gliding across my hardening nipples, I knew that tonight would be very exciting, for everyone involved.

CJ propped my head up on two pillows then kept up his sweet torture. It began with attaching my chained nipple clamps. He licked across my nipples several times then tugged at the chain. I moaned out, not loudly, in sheer delight.
I knew that CJ was enjoying himself; I could see the bulge that proved it. CJ saw me look at him and he rebuked me for it.
“It’s not time yet bitch, you know that”, he said sharply.
I replied with a simple a nod.
He leaned over and kissed me, he’s one of the best kissers I’ve ever known, always so warm. I remember one time I came by just him holding me and kissing me. It is always such a turn on for me. His kisses made my hips move towards him and I gave small tugs at my restraints. I could feel the heat of my pussy rising as I was falling into my pleasure zone.

He lifted up off me and said, “Now it’s time bitch”
He stood and took off his shirt, unzipped his pants and took them off, then grabbed at the elastic of his shorts, pulling them down, His stiff thick cock jumped out at me, my pussy ached more.
He yanked harder this time on my nipple clamps and insisted that I tell him I liked his cock.
Another soft moan escaped before I answered, “Yes sir, yes you have a fine hard cock and I want it”
“Not yet, you know that bitch”, he answered.

I know that first he wanted pictures of me. He went over to his night table and pulled out the video recorder this time, usually its just stills he wants. He put it on the tripod leaning against the wall. His cock was bouncing with his movements, his balls were tight, and fuck I wanted it all.
“Now show the camera that pussy baby”
I lifted up my hips high, straining against the cuffs as he leaned in with the camera. He spread my lips wide and kept filming my damp pink pussy.
When he had enough of me tied up and my wet cunt he put the camera back on the tripod, still running and dove without warning into my pussy. His tongue split my swollen pussy lips and slurped up and down my hot slit.

This time my moans were not soft. This time I screamed out in ecstasy. I squirmed against the cuffs, it drove me wild, not being able to squeeze his head with my thighs, or run my hands through his hair, or dig my ankles into his neck. Yes, sweet torture. I moaned and sighed with each expert lick at my inner lips, with each suck on my hard clit, and with each time his tongue entered me.
Then I heard it, two knocks and the door closing.
CJ nodded and softly said, “I know”.

Mike found the bedroom, probably by following my moans. His eyes popped out when he saw me tied to the bed, but I smiled to let him know that everything was all right.
“We’ll need a photographer tonight Mike, that OK with you?”, CJ said.
Mike seemed to just stammer his answer, “Yes, of course, I just wanted to watch you guys”
“Oh and Mike you look very uncomfortable in those pants all of a sudden”, I said.
He seemed to tear off his clothes in a flash. His cock was handsome and almost at full attention for me.
“We’re all yours buddy”, CJ said to Mike.
Mike told CJ that he wanted to see what he did that made me scream that way I do.
He moved behind the camera and zoomed in on CJ diving down on me again. I squirmed against my restraints as he slurped at my pussy and inserted one finger, then another. His tongue flicked around my clit as he finger fucked me. I moaned out. Mike was filming us, turning me on more, making me feel even sluttier, and his hand moved to his balls. Mike started playing with himself as CJ brought me to the edge and then pulled back, teasing me, continuing his torture.
I think that Mike was aching as much as I was by now, I could see his precum glistening and my pussy felt like it was soaking.

“Now how about I really make her scream, that sound good to you Mike?”, CJ asked.
“Damn straight”, Mike answered.
CJ climbed onto the bed and put a pillow under my ass, this made me strain against the cuffs, but gave a better entrance for him. Mike changed the position of the camera to get a better shot. CJ told him to just let it run and to come over to the side and watch us.
“This is what I wanted to see”, Mike said as he eagerly took his place beside the bed.

Worn Out and Rested Up

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One Night Does Not A Groove Make

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Sex Bed Sunday #5

Usually Sex Bed Sunday includes a picture of a well used bed, today it includes a picture of a well used Debbie too.It’s a gray snowy day here on the Chesapeake Bay and we were both feeling kind of ‘blah’.
I took a shower and when I came out CJ met me on the bed. He had the great suggestion to fool around. I wasn’t quite sure he was serious at first, so we talked a little and kissed a little to start.
It was nice just being in bed, dressed in our PJ’s on an early Sunday afternoon.
We were enjoying each other by just being in one another’s arms. CJ began to suck and bite my neck as I nibbled his ears. There was no hurry, and I was really enjoying the sensations that were moving through my body.
My hands moved down the elastic of CJ’s pajamas and I kneaded his ass cheeks as he started to tug and squeeze my nipples. I urged him to keep going, telling him that he was my ‘exquisite torture’. And that he was, the way he held me close as he kissed me. His torture continued and the strong grasps and yanks on my nipples that were quickly closing the barrier between pleasure and pain.
My pussy dampened and my moans were getting louder and closer together.
I was starting to get that feeling of totally succumbing to CJ. His warm hands moved down between my thighs, spreading my legs. His fingers tickled between my pussy lips. He knows right where to tickle my clit and when he hit that spot my ‘Ohhh yes’ escapes. First one finger slipped inside my wet hole, then a second. He slowly explores my pussy with his fingers and fucks me with them. He leisurely finger fucks me and I twist my pussy around his hand as best I can.

Eventually I had to tear myself out of the clothes I was wearing, CJ got up and closed the blinds on the patio door, took off his pajamas, and joined me back on the bed.
I pulled my newest toy from my toy drawer, a pocket rocket and said to CJ,
“Watch me, this is what I do to myself when you’re not here.”
With that I turned on the tiny vibrator and moved it to all the right places around my swollen clit. He scrutinized my actions as he stroked his cock. I soon had to stop my play because I didn’t want to get over stimulated. I wanted everything to last.
By now CJ’s cock was hardening so I moved to kiss him again while my hand moved to stroke his cock for him. I tugged at his cockhead. When I stopped for a moment he push my head down to his crotch. He immediately started talking to me like a slut. It was so nasty, I fucking loved it.
“Come on Deb, suck that cock”, it was as though I couldn’t wrap my mouth around it fast enough.
“You’re a cocksucking whore, you slut suck it”
I took him quickly into my mouth, sucking hard on his cockhead first, but he was pushing his stiff meat down my throat and soon it was hitting the back of my throat. As I slobbered more on that cock the easier it slide up and down my mouth. CJ just leaned back and enjoyed the ride, I do enjoy hearing his sounds of pleasure, and it turns me on. I pulled up and stop sucking for a minute and that’s when CJ gave me an option.
“Well, where do you want it in your mouth, or your pussy Deb?”
I didn’t answer quickly; I licked a bit more on his hardness.
“Which is it? Hurry up Deb”
“My pussy, I want your cock inside me”.
He grabbed the base of his dick; it was standing at perfect attention for me now and said,
“Then climb aboard it”
I moved over on top of him and, as if his cock was hard metal and my wet pussy was a magnet, we entered each other perfectly, making that complete connection.
It wonderful.
I enjoyed him inside him for a moment before I begin moving him in and out of me. I made sure he touched me all over; I moved my hips from side to side, back and forth, then in and out of me. I change up my speed, slow at first, then faster, then another slow down. CJ stayed with me the whole time, I finally reached a point where I had to keep the fast pace up.
“I want to cum all over you babe”, I say with a quiet determination.
He smiled at me, as he often does when we make love and just let me go. I fucked him fast, moving back and forth, sliding easily over the cock that has been well oiled by my dripping pussy. I watched him as I fucked him faster; my rock hard nipples were brushing against his chest. He grabbed my tits, pushed them together and massaged them; knowing I was close to peaking and that would help me over the edge.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” I moaned out as I came, still bouncing on his cock.
I slowed down, having to catch my breath. In between my heaves I lavished CJ with my declarations of love.
I rolled onto my back and CJ was quickly on top of me, spreading my legs, wanting more of my pussy, wanting his release now.
He entered and I hugged his dick and he thrust it deeper inside me. I put my legs up on his back and dug my heels into his back as he fucked me, his moans of pleasure growing until he exploded in me.
“Oh, nice pussy”, he grunted, enjoying his climax.
He kept stirring my pussy and I could feel his balls on my ass. I love the feeling of his smooth balls on me.

As he stayed inside me I looked up at him. The true feelings of love pouring out of me, his look stabbing me right through the heart.
“I have loved you forever”, I said as my eyes welled with tears.
That doesn’t happen very often, but it does happen at times when I make love to CJ. The beauty, the love, the perfection all shine through, the blinding light makes me cry.
In his arms I am loved and safe.
I felt drunk for a little while afterwards. I couldn’t even write this story until hours later.

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Starting The New Year Off Right

CJ and I arrived at the mountain resort in the early afternoon. It was a gray day on Sunday, but somehow the mountains, the trees, and the lake still had a certain beauty. People were friendly; the place was rustic with big fireplaces and plenty of wood. It was serene and romantic. We took advantage of brunch first. We got window seats and lazily looked over the lake as we ate.

Afterwards we retired to our room. As soon as we got inside, CJ ‘got comfortable’. He stripped down to his shorts. I funny element about the room is that they had messed up my reservation, which had requested a queen bed. We got to doubles. So I took one and he took the other, we’re too used to a King to be able to sleep in a double.
Soon CJ was visiting my bed. He had that smile on his face that makes me know that no matter what I will always be able to recognize him.
He lay down beside me and started to kiss me. We caressed each other’s arms and hands as our mouths moved together, we nibbled on each other’s lips, ears, and necks. He held me so tight and so close as he touched me in all the right places it felt as though I was being pulled right into me.

He pulled back and helped me unbutton my blouse, then moved his had around to my back to unsnap my bra, my tits, the tits that are all his, were released, nipples erect for him. He got my nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pulled them towards him, turning then, making moan out in pleasure and making them even more erect.

CJ had been keeping his ever bulging meat confined to his shorts, but I knew that couldn’t last much longer. He moved to the end of the bed, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off. His hunger for my wet pussy was growing and he immediately tore my panties off next.

Next, I got that impish smile from him, and he slowly pulled down his shorts. He knows what I like, so he paused to show me he rock hard cock at attention for me, but just coming out of his pants. Oh fuck, that turns me on. After giving me my little tease, he got completely out his shorts. He came down on me and as I spread my legs and plunged into my steaming cunt. The feel of his cockhead parting my swollen lips and that first sensation of stiff hot cock, even if only a couple inches at first, inside me still thrills me. It still forces me to tilt my hip and raise my ass to fuck him right back, and that’s exactly what I did.

This time there was no hard, hot fuck. There wasn’t a lot of the totally dirty Debbie, it was the loving Deb. We made fantastic love. I looked into his eyes as he slid easily in and out of me, as I met each thrust, they were calling to me. It was as though CJ was saying with his body piercing mine, and his eyes piercing my soul, we became one. I left the drapes open the whole time and I could see the wonder of nature outside as we joined it.

He eventually pulled out and teased me some more by sliding his pussy juicy cock up and down my hot slit from my swollen clit to my pounded hole. He entered me again and the pace quickened. At one point he stopped in a familiar push-up stance above me, not moving as I kept right on fucking him. I just strained my back and ass towards him to keep that stiff cock moving in and out of my pussy. It wasn’t too much longer until our body play brought me to a quaking orgasm, the final surrender to him.

We both napped after that. The reception and dinner didn’t start until 8:30 pm.
As I mentioned in my previous post we really enjoyed the evening. We had planned to make love again just minutes into the New Year, but we had a better time in our room after the party with our own bottle of champagne and talking. We sipped and told stories about our past, during the times we were apart. We didn’t turn out the light until about 2:45 am; even then we kept talking for a bit.
Maybe I could have used some more sleep, but I got more than enough CJ in the process.

It’s a very enjoyable way to start the New Year.

Saturday Night's Alright For:

Sorry folks, things got so passionate and intense last night that we didn't even think about the camera and when we did afterwards we were sure that it would have ruined the moment if had stopped to take pictures. Therefore, I've included here a favorite picture of another couple to represent our fun last night.





Saturday night's are CJ's and my time to just chill out from the hectic week. This is exactly what we did. We watched a movie and were having a good time being together.

Then, as I was sitting next to him on the living room couch, very unexpectedly he turned to me and kissed me deeply, then lightened up as we explored each other's breath and faces in the loving way we have done over and over again, "knowing" each other again. Then he started up again, intensely focused on kissing and nibbling me. It was such a turn on I couldn't stop moaning out. I could feel my pussy dampen and contract, and my clit let loose as though it had a life of it's own. I can barely describe the aching and swelling I felt. I was wearing a t-shirt and capri pants, but no panties or bra.

Our kissing, nuzzling, biting, and nibbling session went on for a while; it was one of the longest teases I have had in a while from CJ. He eventually moved to pulling, twisting, and tweaking my nipples. This made all my aching intensify. It made me want to jam his cock anywhere inside me, and just start doing him the best way I knew how. As he played with me, he pulled his cock out through the fly in his sweat pants. You know how I love the look of a stiff dick escaping a man’s clothing. I licked my palm and fingers and began tugging on his cockhead.
I moved down a bit and started squeezing, twisting, and jerking him, just on the top half of his dick. He was so hot it felt as though there was hot metal in my hand.

It wasn’t too long after my playing with him caused his need to intensify, he laid down on the couch and pulled me towards him for what I thought was going to be another kiss, but instead he shoved my face into his crotch. I could feel the heat of his meat, I could smell his delicious cock, and I wanted the same thing he wanted: my mouth around all that hard man meat. I tried to start with just his cockhead, but he pushed my head down farther until I felt his cockhead hit first the roof of my mouth, then the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair on each side of my head and guided me up and down with it. Very quickly my saliva had coated him and I was easily sliding up and down his shaft. Being guided and thrust upon his dick like that along with taking him deep made me feel like suck a cock-sucking whore! I fucking loved it! CJ says I’m a not a whore at all, that I’m a cock-sucking slut because I do it for free and enjoy it so much. As his face fucking got faster I could hear him start to softly moan, “ahhh yes…mmmmm”. Hey, that’s what I’m there for and when I hear CJ enjoying it, it just makes it all perfect. I was moaning and sucking, slurping along the underside of his cock with my tongue; faster and faster, more and more, I just got too excited and had to come up for air. I was quaking the way I do when I get excited and CJ slowed me down for a bit.

He then pushed my pants and socks off me and quickly took his pants off. The sight of his rock hard cock and smooth tight balls made me want to start begging for it, but I knew I wouldn’t have to.
He stood up saying “How do you want it baby?”
I answered with, “If I could I would have two of you so I could feel your cock in my mouth and my pussy at the same time”
With that, he positioned me on the couch. I was on my knees with my head and arms resting on the back. In this position I could see myself in the mirrored Dining Room wall. He toyed with my wet hot slit from behind with his cockhead, and then slammed inside me. I let out a moan and turned into the bad, dirty girl he makes me when he fucks me this hard. My hot cunt hugged him tight as I turned and watched myself getting fucked like a bitch in heat. I always feel that way when I get it from behind. He began to spank my dirty girl ass and I just wanted more, I just wanted fucking more!
The more CJ pounded my steaming snatch the less I could stay in control; finally, I just gave in to it all. Screaming, moaning, wanting that cock to keep fucking me. CJ leaned over me and started whispering in my ear as he slid easily in and out of me:
“Do you know how much I love your pussy?”
“You have always been a fine fuck”
I could do nothing but thank him and let him know that he just brings out the best in me. CJ then thought I needed one of my calm down periods, like when I was sucking him, but I corrected him this time.
“I’m about to cum all over your cock”.
He started playing with my clit from underneath. I quivered the way I do, moaned out and proceeded to cum, and cum hard all around that prime cock that was impaling me.

Stage two then started, with me lying on the couch and him on top, good old missionary. He has a way of ‘stirring’ my pussy once he’s inside me and he started doing that. He started to make me feel bad again and now it was my turn to whisper in his ear:
“That’s it I can feel your cock all over my body, down to my toes”
“I can feel your balls slap me now, you want me to drain those balls?”
He answered, almost gasping for air with a soft, but sure "Yes".
All of this obviously got him going…fast and hard.

Oh baby, it was good last night (and technically into this morning).
When it was all over it took me a while to find my socks.
We’ve now broken in the Living Room of our new place; we figure the Guest Room is next.

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Breaking In The Sheets

We just bought some brand new, 400 thread count sheets for our bed. They are a striking combination of burgundy and ivory.
Last night CJ unexpectedly decided we should break them in. I was surprised because he had to get up early for a trip to New York City. I figured my kiss goodnight would be that and only that, but it wasn’t, not by a long shot.

In the darkness of midnight with the ever-present jazz playing on the radio next to me, CJ moved closer to me, kissed me goodnight and kept kissing me. Our warm wet tongues danced together, teasing, and then satisfying. I kept running my fingers through his soft familiar light brown hair with one hand, while the other held his hand behind my neck. As we held and caressed each other, I felt as though I was hanging on for dear life – my dear, my life.

My hips rocked as his hands moved to my bare breasts. One hand kneaded and fondled a tit while he moved his mouth to the other’s nipple and began suckling. That is my true weakest. My nipples are hard-wired to my pussy and I started to melt away. Even the sound of his suckling turns me on along with how he looks with his face buried in my tits. The feel of his tongue across my nipples just makes me ache. And last night I was aching. I swear I could feel my clit and lips swell and swell more as they glided against those smooth new sheets.

I know he was enjoying my moans as he ripped the sheets off the bottom half of me. My legs were spread wide. It was so natural. His hand moved to explore my pussy and there he found a very wet hot slit and a very sensitive clit. He was expert in his play, teasing my body more, bringing it to a critical mass. That absolute need to be stuffed full of his cock. I didn’t beg this time although I could have. I just told him how beautiful he made me feel. He answered telling me that I was beautiful.

Then somewhere between my sighs and moans he entered me. His stiff cock easily rode inside me, splitting my puffy pussy lips, on the juices he forced out of me with his foreplay. Every inch was so hot I couldn’t hold back from telling him so
”You’re dick is so fucking hot!”
He moved in and out of me, slowly for a while, driving me wild and making me ‘bad’. I started bucking up against him and telling him “to screw me…just screw into me”.
Then I felt it, the shiver that cause me to start scratching and pounding on him, moaning out in a warm fantastic orgasm. CJ just keep pumping me, now faster, now wanting his release. He wasn’t far behind me when he came I shivered and came again.

No last night wasn’t fucking, it was marvelous love making. It was followed by ‘I love yous’. It was the perfection of soulmates.

I even had one of my ‘aftershocks’ and it’s been a while since I had that. Ladies out there do you know what I’m talking about here? They are like little flutters rather than orgasms that I get sometimes after a guy has pulled out, but I’m still in a state of heightened sensitivity.

When I woke up this morning CJ was already gone on his train trip to New York, but he left me a little note that said LUV U ! - CJ
On my drive into work I had something else happen to me that hasn’t happened in literally years. When I thought back to last night, I felt a shot of electricity run down to my pussy and I got one of those flutters I described before.
How yummy is that?

He called to let me know he had safely arrived a couple of hours later and I missed him even more.
Baby I loved it, and I’ll always want more. You’re so yummy!

Stay tuned to HNT for a nice shot of our sheets.

Together Again

OK, so we're a day early for Sex Bed Sunday, but here is our latest entry.

Last night our air conditioning was on the fritz again and it got warm in the apartment. This made for uncomfortable conditions. I did help to heat up things by having CJ read and edit at least two of my upcoming stories.
It was after midnight before we went to bed, we set up a fan upstairs and both took cool showers.
We got into bed with no sheets on top and gave each other long passionate kisses goodnight.

CJ always wakes up early so by the time I was awake he was out of the bed and it was cooling off in the apartment (the system was fixed overnight). I pulled the sheet up and enjoyed the luxury of not having to get out of bed. Soon I heard CJ climbing the spiral staircase and he playfully jumped, yes literally jumped into bed.
I lay there, still kind of groggy, but not for long. That man knows how to wake me up. So this morning my favorite alarm clock went off, the ones on my tits, my nipples being rubbed and tweaked by CJ.

The reuniting that I had been pining for earlier in the week I got with a nice wake up quickie this morning.
His caressing hands quickly moved from my tits down my stomach and to that wonderful little fleshy bud between my legs that exists only for my pleasure. My clit was already extremely sensitive and he played with me lightly. His fingers spread my lips, moving easily down that slippery highway. He found out how wet I had become, how ready I was for him, how much I wanted him.

CJ rolled on top of me suddenly and urgently, his cock stabbed through my lips and inside with stiff heat. My hips tilted and immediately the perfect, intimate,unique rhythm started. At one point he stopped fucking me, just staying inside. I told him that I could wait for it. That I wanted that cock and it was worth it. I started up again, filling me up with his fine cock. I pulled my ankles up until they were behind CJ's neck, grabbed them and rocked, fucking him right back harder. I came and came again then his pace became more desperate, needing to drain his balls. Then my mission felt complete his moans grew, he buried his cock deep inside and indeed he exploded.So by then I was very much awake. We had our coffee and went to one of our favorite diners for a Freshly Fucked Breakfast.

Welcome Home

You all saw my brief lament of not having CJ home for several days at a time for the past several weeks; along with the many acts of jerking off that went along with it.
After all the celebration on June 18th, we finally had a proper ‘welcome home’ session.
CJ has been doing a lot of manual labor while he’s been gone and was just beat when he got back on Friday night.

Late last night we were on the couch together when all those little things started up. I enjoy him so much that there is a certain satisfaction in feeling his skin or smelling his scent. I just nuzzled his neck and planted little kisses, for no other reason than we had a wonderful day together. It was very warm here last night and the central air was having a tough time keeping up with it, so all I was wearing was a pair of panties, a black bra, and a black ribbed tank top. Cj was looking his usual Floridian self in shorts and a printed polo shirt. Soon after my little demonstrations of affection started his hands had found my tits (not difficult) and began rubbing my hardening nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Every so often he yanked and tweaked them causing a moan to escape from me each time he did it. He lifted up my tank top half way and pulled my tits up and over each bra cup, making wonderful exposed mounds for him to play with. He soon was suckling me, but this was no baby, this was a man, a real man, the way I like it-the feel of a mustache on the tender flesh of my tits, the feel of his warm, wet tongue across the apex of my hard nipples, the exquisite feel of his teeth biting them. My legs spread so easily when he does this to me. The next sensation I felt was his fingers slipping under my panties, spreading my swollen pussy lips, and deftly circling my engorged clit. My moans quickened and once his fingers slipped inside me, I began to shudder and fuck his fingers.

I looked at CJ and he was smiling, enjoying my pleasure. Eventually he sat back up on the couch, unzipped his shorts and out that fucking handsome cock of his. He was stiff and twitching. I let him know how handsome he really was. As he leaned back I got on my knees and ran my tongue across his smooth, freshly shaved balls. I nuzzled the base of his cock and his balls the same way I did his neck and for the same reasons: the feel of his skin, to smell his scent and to adore him. My licks then ran up the underside of his shaft, pushing it against my open palm. I savored his head for only a short time and then quickly swallowed him down so his cockhead was hitting the back of my throat. I knew this wasn’t going to be a real long blowjob. As good as he tasted and as wonderful as he felt in my mouth I needed him inside me. I took off my top and bra and throatily told him that I needed to sit on that hard cock of his. Soon I was climbing on board. My tits were hitting his face as I grabbed the back of the couch and started my pleasure ride. Oh baby it was good! It was so damn fucking good!
I went fast, slow, up, down, forward and back fucking that cock every which way I could.

The cover on our couch/futon is new and I must say, very nice. I had already cum hard once and was very wet. I didn’t want to mess it up so we moved off the couch and to the room next to living room, the guest room and got on the bed. CJ took me over there. He drove his hardness deep inside me. As my pussy hugged him, I could feel heat and hardness at the same time it was fantastic. I came again all over his cock and drenched his balls with my juices. His pace quickened, as did his moans, I love to hear him when he feels good inside me. He absolutely exploded in me. When we eventually separated I was soaked not only inside, but the inside of my things were wet.

We were warm, our skin was damp, and we were satisfied. We made our way upstairs to our own bed, both of us having just enjoyed a true welcome home.

Spring Romance

The spring Equinox is Monday March 20th at 11:46 EST.
I am Wiccan.
I wanted to celebrate this rebirth with CJ so a couple of weeks ago I made a 'date' with him. This is the first time we had done something like this in a long time.
It was a major overdose of romance and I really needed it. CJ can be a master at such things when he puts his mind to it. Last night was one of his masterpieces.
Preparations began about a week or so before. I wanted the two of us to celebrate the coming of Spring. For me it is a rebirth of the beauty of mother Earth. It is a proof of a constant cycle of death and rebirth. It is a promise of another chance. It is wonderful and I both cherish and embrace it.
We went to the local craft store and got things to make a wreath for the door and long strings of silk ivy for the bedroom. CJ took care of all the decorating.
During the week he also went shopping for the food, beverages, and flowers (gerber daises, my favorite) on his own.
On Thursday we enjoyed nature as a family by going to the National Aquarium with our daughter.









I took time off on Thursday and Friday, so Friday was just a rest and relax day. No big St Patrick's Day celebration, just some beer and Tequila at home.

Now the Saga of Saturday.
It begins late in the afternoon when CJ retreats to his 'studio', most people call it a kitchen. I know that he doesn't like me around when he is cooking something special, but I purposely hang out for a while, just to tease him.

We have Sirius satellite radio in the living room and I tuned it into Standard Time. This station plays swing and standards from artists that include Glenn Miller, Billie Holliday, Cab Calloway, and Bobby Darin, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald and much more. It's perfect for a couple staying in on a Saturday night.

When I found out that hors d'ouerves would be served at 6:30pm, I could plan my preparations. At about 5:00pm I disappeared upstairs and left CJ to his own devices in the kitchen. I started with a very enjoyable hot shower, which only served the obvious purpose of getting me clean, but to put me into a very relaxed state. I was in my own home, but my plan was to dress for dinner.
Sometimes in such a mundane and busy world, certain things can be forgotten. I wanted to remind CJ that I wanted to be special for him sometimes, at that I still had the ability to. I used special dusting powder and perfume, make-up, and jewelry (including that choker CJ likes). Next, the foundation items, a white lace cut out shelf bra, a pair of gray silk and white French panties (yes, I'm very proud of them, I bought them on the Champs-Elysées a couple of years ago so I could say I had real French lingerie), a pair of black knee high trouser stockings. I finished up innocently enough with a pair of black pants, low cut black blouse, and low cut black sandals.
I worked my way back downstairs close to 6:30 and smiled at CJ, peeking into the kitchen for only a brief moment this time. I sat on the couch, looked out the window to enjoy the end of the sunset and the great music playing.
I knew the evening would end up back upstairs so I didn’t want to get too full or too drunk, but I was able to enjoy the follow feast that CJ had prepared:

First: cold appetizers - shots off tequila with cold Cajun spiced shrimp
Second: warm hors d'oeuvres - A light French red wine and lamb chops along with escargot with pesto for CJ and baked Brie for me.
Third: salad - the wine kept flowing, a small watercress salad with apples and nuts and a balsamic vinaigrette that had a touch a Cointreau added to it.
Fourth: entree - strip steak with béarnaise sauce, tri color fettuccini with Alfredo sauce, and baby bok choy.
Fifth: dessert - mini cheesecakes, black forest for me, cappuccino for CJ and fresh hot coffee.
The talk at the table was very engaging, and included the reminders that we both needed about why we were here with each other.

We retired to the couch to enjoy the music and each other some more.
It started out slow, I knew that the final part of our Spring celebration had begun and I knew that the goddess would live through me that night.
Our kisses were slow, sweet, and exploratory. When our tongues weren't dancing together I was giving small kisses to every open place of skin I could find from his chest to his neck to ears his ears to his nose and back to his lips again. He played right back to me.
My arms wrapped around the back of his neck and massaged his shoulders and arms as we kissed more.
Things just kept moving along naturally as we reveled in each other. I was scrapping my nails up the inside of his thighs and he was moving his hands to my tits. He got a bit of a surprise when he discovered my bare nipples in the middle of that lacy bra. I had been thinking about feeling him on my tits since the middle of dinner. It was because of the way my nipples rubbed against the fabric of the blouse. The quick movement of his thumb and finger surrounding my nipple heightened my sensations immediately and for some reason I quickly became submissive.
I'm not sure why.
I felt so bad and I told him so. He agreed with me and told me that I was bad. I positioned me on the couch on my side and instructed me not to move. I tried my best, really, but I spoke again and I blinked. He left the living room and when he returned I was told that I was even worse for staying still. My ass was then greeted with a smack from a kitchen spatula.
Several times he did this while I was I was sorry. I wasn't really that sorry, especially when he would hit what I call that 'sweet spot'. That's the area real low on my ass then when it gets smacked I can feel it on my pussy.
He eventually accepted my apologies and we continued our embraces on the couch. Soon he asked what I wanted him to do and I answered:
"Take me to our bedroom"
We went upstairs and slowly undressed by the bed. Once I was down to my bra, panties, and stockings I got on the bed. CJ joined me wearing only his shorts.
CJ did take some time out to take some pics with his digital camcorder first though. I hadn't planned on this being a picture taking session, but I went along with it. I'll post the pics as soon as we can get them onto the computer.
Then it was just us. I ended up keeping my stockings and bra on. I do like my lingerie and got a real turn on from it. I think CJ liked it too.

The two of us together in bed, celebrating, felt great, felt necessary, felt right.
I found myself moving not only to my own natural rhythms and his, but the music that was floating up from downstairs. That music mixed with sounds of our kisses and the slurping of CJ loving my tits seemed intense.
We took a lot of time with each other. I could easily discern when our breathing quickened and when my moans grew louder and closer together.
CJ finally moved his kisses down to my freshly shaved, and now very wet pussy. One reason I like having a bare pussy is the trick CJ does with his mustache. After playing with my lips and licking me, he lightly brushes his mustache first in one direction across my clit, then in the other, and then widens his play area. It's why I call his moustache 'the cookie duster'.
He fingered, and ate, and played with my tits, all while watching me fall further under his spell, knowing the pleasure he gives me.
I was so proud of myself, I really held back until I started to beg for his cock in my mouth. I did hit that point where I just had to have it, had to taste it, and had to pleasure him too.
I asked if he had shaved too, and he answered that he had. I wanted to fell his smooth balls on my shaved pussy lips first and he obliged. Another good reason for a couple to shave. I told him that I would fuck his balls if I could and promised to soak them.

First I soaked them with my mouth, he moved into place to fuck my face. I tugged, licked and sucked his balls, but I soon wanted that stiff cock in my face. I went as slowly as I could stand, kissing his delicious cockhead. Everything about his cock turns me on. I could see the vein bulging on it last night and it made want to play with the shaft more. I took him into my mouth inch by inch and began my exploration. Although I have blown him a countless number of times since we were 19, I always find it an exploration: what can I do better, can I taste him for just one second longer, can my nose nuzzle deeper into his balls? I keep right on savoring that cock a different way every time. He picked up the pumping into my face as I sucked and licked and I could feel him grow on my tongue.
When we did stop, when just sucking him and playing with myself wasn't enough, when I needed that cock inside me. He told me that I was very good at what I did. That was just the icing on the cake for me.

I looked up at him once he was on top of me, ready to enter me and I told him that I was about to fall into him.
I told him with as much love as I could express for him to enter me and do the same.
With that our grand finale began.
I did fall into him as he kissed me and fucked me at the same time, while I took me feet off the bed and pointed them towards the ceiling.
After about a half an hour of this pushing and pulling, the perfect gliding, the feel of that wonderful man in me, I was ready to cum again. Before it was over I came very hard all over that masterful cock, almost hitting that point of hyperventilation I sometimes hit when things get very intense in bed with us.
Yes, it was the flawless, loving, and a feast for all sensations from 6:30pm until almost 11:00pm.
CJ: Thank you, I love you, I'm yours. Always remember.