and I loooooooove you!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to regret it in the morning, but I just stayed up late getting pounded for the third night in a row by my husband. He says tonight it just popped right open for him, like it was waiting.

OMG – he broke my ass. I am going to wander the streets like a crack whore looking for cock to put in my ass!!!!

Well maybe not, but the orgasms I have had with my ass filled have been amazing. Very different.

And if I ever DO have more than one, ahem, friend over – I can just imagine how amazing it would be to get fucked in the ass by another man AFTER my husband has come all in me. Come is the best lube for my ass!

And now, he goes away on a trip, leaving my ass sad and lonely :(

at my ass clearly deserves another.

I am not sure why, but serious ass fuckings always come in pairs. No, not like that!!! (Although . . . )

Last night was the second night in a row where my husband fucked my ass so hard and so right that I came while he was doing it. There is nothing like an orgasm when a cock is in my ass. Just delightful.

I will see whether tonight continues the trend. Jack Johnson once told me that three is a magic number. NO! Not like that!! (Although . . .)

Another story from a fan – who has contributed before – here and here. His contributions are ALWAYS welcome.

All night, I’ve noticed the way other men look at you. The way your satin dress hugs the curves of your breasts. The shimmer of the lights on your plump lips. They’re thinking the same things I am. How they want to run the tips of their tongues around your bare neck, down your chest into your moist cleavage. How they want to back you into a wall, pull that skirt up, and slide their cocks between your wet pussy lips. It makes me hard thinking about you taking each one of them into the bathroom and swallowing their come. And I know the same thought would have your pussy dripping. If only they knew what a perfectly beautiful whore you are.

Before you leave, you make sure to tell me where you’re staying. As you turn to walk away, you brush my cock with the back of your hand. I watch you as you go, growing even harder when I think about spreading that ass wide open.

Your door’s unlocked like you said it would be, and I come inside without knocking. You’re already on the bed with your skirt pulled up to your waist. You’re on your back with your legs over the side. You just couldn’t wait for me. You had to have something in your wet cunt right now. You don’t even look up at me. I watch the lamp light sparkle on your soaking fingers as you slide them in and out.

For now, I just watch you and listen. When you open your eyes, you see me standing over you. You notice my hard cock straining against my pants and let out a little girl’s whimper. I unbutton my fly and pull it out for you. I reach my hand toward your mouth, and you suck my fingers between your lips. You lick all over the skin of my palm until it’s nearly as wet as your pussy, then I use that hand to stroke myself. My knees are against the bed, and one of your bare legs is between mine.

It’s not long before you can’t take it anymore. You sit up, slide to your knees, and take my cock deep into your mouth. I’ve never felt anything like that mouth. It sends waves of warm, tingling pleasure from where the tip of my cock touches the back of your throat all the way down to where your lips wrap around the base. You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth. So innocent and so dirty that I can’t help but wrap my hands around the back of your head and push myself deeper down your throat until you gag.

As you’re sucking, you unbuckle my belt. You only take my cock out of your mouth long enough to pull my pants off, and you keep it inside you while you reach up and unbutton my shirt. I love standing completely naked in front of you while you’re on your knees in that dress. I want to shower you in my come until you can never wear that dress again. But I have to see every part of you right now.

I take your hands and help you to your feet. You turn around, and I unzip the back of your dress, sliding it down your back and over the curve of your ass. I take you by the hips and pull that ass against my slick cock. It feels so good between your cheeks. With both hands, I grab your breasts from behind and squeeze your nipples until you whimper some more. When I finally bend you over the bed, I don’t have to tell you to spread your legs.

For a second, I just fall to my knees and admire you. The juicy, suckable lips surrounded by soft, dark hair. Your beautiful little asshole. I get as low as I can and raise my face into your crotch. I want to be surrounded by your smell. I want your juices dripping off my chin. I separate your lips with my tongue. I’m lost inside of you. I fuck your warm pussy as deep as my tongue can reach. I lap at your clit and suck it between my teeth. I love the feeling of your hair brushing against my cheeks as I raise my mouth to your asshole. I flatten my tongue against it and lick it like a dog. I probe the edges and slide inside just a fraction of an inch. I’m so lost in you that I haven’t noticed your hands pulling yourself further apart to give my tongue access.

My cock needs to be inside you now. Your pussy and your ass are both flooded and quivering for it. I push the bare tip into your cunt, and you push back against me as hard as you can. The feel of your legs against my thighs and your ass cheeks slapping against my skin make me want to fuck your cunt raw. I’ve never felt anything so wet and wonderful. When I slide my cock out and up to your ass, there’s barely any resistance. It enters you as easily as my tongue. I don’t know which hole feels better, so I fuck them both. Back and forth. Over and over. While we’re fucking, I lean on top of you to feel the sweat of your back against my chest. When I’m in your pussy, I fuck your ass with a thumb and use the other hand to pull your hair toward me. Maybe you’re screaming, but all I can hear is the wet sound of my cock slamming into you. I start coming inside one hole and finish in the other. My come fills you up to overflowing. I watch it run down your thighs. I’ve pulled myself out of you, and it’s all over my still hard cock.

You crawl up on the bed and roll over to your back. I know what you want. You want to suck all the come off my cock. On my knees beside you, I run the tip of my cock around your nipple. You bring that big breast to your mouth and suck it clean, but it’s not enough. I run a hand over my cock, lick my come-covered fingers, and lean down to kiss you. You suck my tongue until it hurts, but you need more. So I slide my cock in your throat one more time, and you nurse on it like you’re starving. You pull it out of your mouth and run your tongue town the tip. You suck the come off my balls and up into my ass.

I need to taste some of that come myself, so I lie down beside you. You roll on top of me and lower your pussy to my mouth. I can feel those sweaty breasts pressed into my stomach as we suck the come from each other. You squeeze my head with your thighs, and I slap your ass hard before pulling it against my face. Your pussy clenches, and your juices erupt all around me. I’m drowning in you. You press a finger against my ass, and I explode for the second time tonight. But your lips are wrapped so tightly around my cock that you swallow every drop.

But we’re not quite finished yet. I know you want something else. You lie on your back, spread your legs, and pull your feet to your ass. You slide your fingers in your pussy with one hand and rub your clit with the other. Your eyes are begging me. I stand over you, my cock still gleaming from your mouth. I hold it in one hand and give you what you want. My piss has barely touched your hands and your pussy before you start coming. You bring one hand to your lips and lick my piss off your fingers. Then you do the same with the other. The bed is soaked under your ass, and you love it. I empty myself all over you. You’ve never looked sexier than you do right now. It’s enough to make me want to come again. We still have plenty of time. You’re my personal whore the rest of the night.

I never figure out when Fleshbot has linked to me until someone tells me, or I dig into my stats. But each time they do, it makes me so very, very happy :)

They linked to the “Guess Who’s Back? Back Again?” post, and described it as The adventures of a multi-orgasmic woman—and the man who gives her the pleasure she craves.

Love it! Absolutely love it!

Thanks Fleshbot!

I recently joked to my husband that he did not appreciate the bounty of an ever horny slut for a wife and that I was putting him on rations.  He laughed, of course, knowing that there is no way in hell my libido would allow for that.

Or so he thought.

First of all let me explain, but not brag, that we have sex generally 5-7 times per week. I am fairly high maintenance in that regard, and it is probably more MY libido than his. But still. His cock is used to that.

So when he woke up Sunday morning after not having had sex for almost 36 hours, his cock was rock hard. Solid rock hard. SO hard I have never seen his cock that big.  Of course he showed this to me, and I pretended to be uninterested. Smart cock that it is though, it knew the truth.

He kneeled over me in bed, and fucked my face with such force and ferocity that it actually hurt my throat. Being the little whore that I am, this of course made me insanely hot. God, even remembering how he looked while above me and how he felt so far back in my throat gets my pussy twitching and drenching.

I am not sure how long we will continue to play this little game, but we have only had sex every other day this week, and when I finally give it to him, he gives it to me with the biggest, fattest, hardest cock he has ever brought. Combine that with two of those times being in the bathroom with his morning hard-on, and you see just how fucking hard I am talking about.

Solid as a rock!

I am finally feeling better after a long period of grief and drama in my life. I was not aware how much of a toll this was taking on me creatively and sexually, until the past week or so, when I have been getting back to feeling good.

My husband and I visited Philadelphia this past weekend, just the two of us. It was spectacular. Sure the city was fun, and seeing friends was great, but fucking my husband in a hotel with the option of being as loud as I like was incredible.

The first night, after going to see a comedy show in the city, we went back to the hotel room. And just like any other boring married woman, I do the same sexual moves. I dive straight for his cock. God. Sucking his cock is one of my favorite sex acts ever. A friend once asked me if I should believe her when her bf told her that he got off on going down on her, or if he just did it to get her aroused. I told her I could not speak for him, but for me the very act of sucking cock gets me off so very much.

But back to the story. We were on the hotel bed with its fresh clean white comforter. My husband was sitting up, with his back against the headboard. I was on my knees, my head in his lap. My feet were turned in, and they were quite dirty from walking around the city in sandals (note – Philadelphia is not the cleanest city). The more I would suck his cock, the more my feet would turn in. Suddenly, my husband grabbed my feet and told me that the juxtaposition of the white comforter and my dirty little  feet made him so hot. Like I was a street urchin he had picked up! After he came all in my mouth, I sat in front of him and rode his fingers so hard until I came.

It was a really good weekend.

Since we have been home, we have still been fucking like rabbits. Last night, I started off by just having my face around his cock while he played with my hair. After a while he laced his fingers in my hair, and started just pulling and tugging a bit. Then, he took his fingers, opened my mouth, and guided his cock in my mouth. Over and over again he would push me down on his cock until I choked, and then pull me back up just in time to let me breath. Because he was so deep in my throat, his cock was covered with the most slippery spit, and I would keep jerking him off before plunging back down onto it. He kept telling me how he loved to see his baby choke.

When he finally touched my pussy, I was drenched. Just drenched. Something in me must be broken, because I get wet on choking the way some women get wet from having their nipples kissed.

He eventually pulled me off of his cock, flipped me to my knees, and fucked me hard, but slowly. He did it so slowly that I started backing up into him. When I do that, I lift my head off the bed and he laughs and tells me I am an impatient whore. He then pushed my head back onto the bed. He then put me on my side and fucked me, and then on my back and fucked me, and then back onto my knees. He just kept going and going.

When he knew he was going to come, he pulled out and came all over my asshole. The feeling of hot come spurting on my asshole is so fucking amazing, one of my favorite things. I started touching my clit, and he put one hand in my cunt and rubbed his come all over the asshole and pussy. He kept telling me how pretty my little asshole looked, and how he loved to see it covered in his come. So much come. Then, he slowly put a finger in my ass until I begged him to fuck it, and fuck it hard. Then, I started coming. I came three times.

The only time in my life I have been multi-orgasmic is when I was pregnant. Although I am certainly not pregnant now, my body is getting back to the place where I can just come and come.

So I am back all right, truly better than before!!!

This tumblr, sex is not the enemy, is absolutely breathtaking, sexy, and sex positive! Love it :) It features all types of sexualities, and all types of bodies.

I was recently away from home for 8 days. I had a fabulous time, saw places I have always wanted to, met incredibly interesting people. I absolutely adored my trip, but was so so ready to come home.

Home is not a physical place for me. HE is home. Wherever he is, THAT is my home. Like a child, sometimes I have to get away and show just how big, strong, and independent I am, but I will always come home. There is no place on this earth that makes me feel safer, and no person whom I trust more with my heart. In fact, no one even comes close to being able to see the whole of my heart.

My great big personality can be scary. Power frightens me. I like people admiring me, and listening to me, but it also scares me and makes me feel an actor. People look at me and think they know what they see, but HE knows the truth and the bluster. And he accepts it, just as it is.

Last night in the bathroom, I was sitting on the counter when he started to kiss me. He puts his hands in my hair in a way that says “You are home. You are mine. You will obey.” Hardly the public face of independence and feminism anymore (at least to those who do not understand me), I submit. I allow myself to melt into his hands, and give my will up to him.

He kisses me for the longest time, and then pushes me to my knees. I suck his cock like my life depends on it, knowing the whole time that in some ways, my life DOES depend on it. I will never admit it to someone who does not understand, but the love I feel for my husband is the basis of my life. I have never been so dependent, so trusting, and at the same time made so strong by anyone in my life. I only hope I provide the same to him.

He pulls me back up onto the counter, and tells me to spread my legs. I am embarrassed at first, because I have a tampon in, but he shushes me and makes me expose myself. I am gushingly wet, and not from blood, but from pussy juice. It is everywhere.

He takes the head of his cock, and rubs it all over my pussy. Then he tells me to turn around, and pushes my face against the mirror. My pussy is wetter than ever, but he ignores it and goes straight for my ass.

He pours lube down my ass crack, and then rubs it in with the head of his cock.  It just slides right in, like it was meant for my ass.

I can’t decide whose face to look at, mine or his. I get off on seeing the pleasure on my face as he fucks me, but the looks from him in the mirror make it hard to remember myself.

I am subject to him, there for his pleasure, despite the fact that my pussy is dripping. He grabs my braids with his hands, and I can tell by the speed of his thrusts that he is seconds from coming.

This is the part I love so much, when he ceases to be my husband and just becomes the animal that is fucking whatever hole he chooses.

And then the animal goes back into hiding again, and he tenderly touches my face.

No matter where I travel, who I meet, or what I learn in this life, I will always find my way back home.