Christmas Spirit?

I don’t know about you guys, but the holiday season pretty much saps me of ALL energy, including sexual energy. In fact, I would say that my sex drive the past few weeks is the lowest it has been in months!! We are talking about twice per week. VERY different.

I am sure that this is due to the holiday stress, work stress, and a minor “break up” with a crush/friend. Naughty emails, txts, and chats keep me stoked during the day, and keep my imagination boiling. I will miss my crush very much, but since I only engage people I like, I think we will actually be able to “remain friends.”

One positive aspect to less frequent sexual activity was not visible until last night. Other than a quick drop to my knees cock-sucking followed by a quick fuck bent over the counter, face pressed against the mirror in the bathroom on Saturday while the children were playing downstairs, it had been a while. So last night, I climbed on top of my husband, panties still on in homage to Tasty Trixie, and just rode his cock hard. Really, really hard.  He pinched my nipples and that just made me rider harder. I know many women are fans of slow lovemaking, but I never have been. Fuck me hard, NOW! After he came, we both knew what was next.

I took my panties off, and climbed onto my hands and knees. He shoved his fingers in my come filled pussy, and started twisting and turning and fucking me with his fingers. And that is when the gushing started. I have squirted before, but this was a copious amount. I knew then that I was close to coming, and I needed to come hard. I started playing with my clit, and he fucked me so hard with his fist that I came all over his hand, my hand, and the bed. It was everywhere. It looked like I had poured a huge glass of water on the bed. And Jesus Christ was it worth it. One of the best orgasms of my life. Seriously. Fisting for Christmas.

We both got up and walked into the bathroom. I looked at him and said “So, do you think that it is female ejaculation, or just pee? Some people say it is just pee?”

And that is when the man I love, the man I adore, said  “I don’t know. Fluid. From a hole. What’s it matter?”

What does it matter indeed!

Fist Me This Christmas