Making him wait

He walked in the door to find her in a soft pink nightgown trimmed in black lace. the contrast against her pale skin made his cock jump i his pants. He strode across the room with his usual swagger Kissing her firmly as he grasp her round ass with both hands. She wanted him, and it was clear he wanted her, But…

She looked him in the eyes and handed him his clothes for the evening. Lace, small and cut to perfectly hug his cute ass and huge cock. Without a word he removed his shirt and jeans and put on his proper attire. Smacking him on the ass she strode into the kitchen to serve him his awating dinner. Little was said as they ate. But he smiled as he would catch a glimps of her reaching with one hand down to her moist clit and softly stroke it. Seeing her do that made his cock grow even larger, straining against his lace panties. She loved the effect she had on him.

When his plate was empty she took it from his hands and placed it in the sink. Making a point of staying just out of arms reach. He was eager to touch her but she enjoyed the build up as much as the intense climaxing end. The moisture from her want began to slide down the interior of her thighs. He could smell the lust in the air.

she pushed him down on the couch and soon had his cock in her mouth. She loved the feel of it hardening and growing with each lick. He pulled at her hair as he thrust it deeper into her throat. With one deft movement she was off of his hardened member and sitting by his side. His words begging her to come back and finish what she started. smiling she ignored his pleas and softly stroked the tip of his member. Her touch was not enough to keep him fully hard and he began to stroke himself from the need building inside. Taking him by the hand she lead him to their bed where her newest toy waited. His eyes widened as she told him to tighten the buckles of her strapon. And to be a good boy and fetch mommy the lube.

On your back was her purring demand. And he complied to her want. She made him lube up her cute purple cock toy and his own eager ass. Watching him as his own fingers pressed into his wanton rosebud. When he was sufficiently lubricated she pulled him close and slowly pressed the purple toy into his ass. He let out a whimper as she took him. Tell me what you want she said as she leaned in to press even deeper.

fuck me, please he asked.. How do you want it was her reply.  Hard was his whispered response. With skillful thrust she took ownership of him. His cock grown harder with each passing moment. her own desire was building as she pressed the button on the viberator between her now soaked pussy lips. There was raw lust and power filling her. She loved seeing him surrender to her so fully. Grabbing his thighs she pulled him in deeper and told him it was time to stroke his cock and make himself cum all over his chest. I want to see you shoot it, she said as she neared her own climax. With each thrust of her cock in his ass he stroked his cock and told her he was about to come. At the final edge he asked for permission.

She made him wait. His mind and body were reeling from want. But he obeyed his queen. She eased back on her thrust and let him back away from the edge. Kissing him  she asked if he wanted to come as they were or if he wanted to come inside of her. He was beyond the ability to decide and she took his hand and guided to his cock and told him to come for Mommy as she drove her purple toy deep into his ass. In a few short thrust he was blasting a load all over his chest as her own clit exploded from the vibrations of her bullet and her power over him. In that moment he was fully hers. And he would have it no other way.

Soon they were curled in each other arms and breathing in perfect rhythm. Love had found it home and they had found their equals.


The Visit

So after 21 years i came face to face with my mom. Not just a quick hello, but here is my home, come stay for a few days.

Parts of my brain are still numb. I have yet to find the right words for all of the emotions that are rolling around inside. It was a pleasant visit. But also a challenging one. I stood my ground with kindness instead of emotional sabotage. I was honest in the face of my mothers devotion to her faith. I did not understand some of her snide remarks or her need to say some of the things she did. But,,,

What i do know is that i am married to a King among men. He was supportive and loving and tolerant of her behavior and of mine. He is smart and sharp witted and handled her with an adept skill i have seen few poses around her. He reminded me that we all have lived lives that have not been the easiest. And that we are all having to live with the choices we made. She is living with my step dad who is suffering from alzeheimers. He is living in the moments of  our past that are not the best. It seems he is fixated on trying to get some kind of forgiveness for his transgressions with out admitting all of them, STILL.

She is living with the fact that her children are not living her devoting to her church. And it makes her crazy. She feels a failure as a parent. Honestly she was. Then again, maybe i am too. But at least my daughter knows i love her no matter what she chooses in life and i will not ask her to be someone she is not. Nor will i berate her for her decisions.

I am living the life i choose. It is full of kind people who love me as i am. I know love and joy and laughter every day. I have a man who talks problems out with me rather than yelling and making me feel small. I love this life and am grateful for all of lifes lessons.

when touch is magic

It had been a very long day and she was eager to land in the soft warmth of her bed. As she slipped into the covers she uttered “Good night my King” he responded “good night my Queen”.

His body was soon snuggled behind her, touching her at every apex. His steady breathing in her ear, his chest rising and falling against her back. His semi erect man hood against the roundness of her ass. Before long his hands ran up and down her hip and thigh. At first it eased the pain that always lived there but soon her breath matched his own with desire. And his hands found their way to her nipples and their immediate response. From where lay he slipped his now fully erect penis into the hot and dampness of her. His hand stroking her hair and neck as his body rolled with hers.

Her own hand found the hard nub between her soft lips and she sighed. Her own touch could bring her to the brink of wanton desire, but his was infinitely better. He knew her in ways she did not understand so he reached over and took control of her body. His fingers deftly sending shock waves through her. She pleaded with him not to stop. She wanted to scream out with desire but every part of her brain and body had but one location. There was no rise and fall to her orgasm. It was one long and ever building rise. She had no idea if she would or could crest that wave and ride it to the end. All to often the intensity was to much for her to take and she would pull back from it. But tonight was different. He whispered into her ear “let go, just let go” and she did. He did not know the power of his words or his touch. But she knew. When he spoke to her in their love making her body could not help but respond. She loved those moments when his words were like lusty velvet and told her body all that he wanted. She lost full control to him in that moment. Her body, her mind, her soul and her heart belonged to him. And she never wanted any of them back.

Todays brain jumble

Life in general is good, great in fact. There are some physical things but not worth crying over. So i wonder why i feel fussy, grumpy, off. Just OFF. That being said i was listening to some old music on my way to work and it made me think. Dangerous i know but here goes.

Men like to watch porn. It causes a physical reaction and they seem to enjoy the feeling of heightened sexual desire. Even if there is not going to be an eminent orgasm. Women too like the build up, the tease. It builds desire. That feeling of being close to an orgasm but not yet there. We all like it but it seems we have very different ways of getting to that point and different ideas of how long we want to remain there.

Men in general are more visual creatures. They like to see, to watch. Women are move tactile or auditory. We like to touch and to hear. We love the sound of a mans voice when he is aroused and is explaining his desire. We also love to kiss and touch and tease and stop to catch our breaths and let things subside before moving forward again to build more want. As a women over 40 it is almost essential to build that want because it makes the actual orgasm part happen easier and faster when there is actual penetration. As much as we enjoy sex  things just work slower.

What is the point of this?  Hell if i know. I told you my brain is in some strange space today. The song talked about teasing. My husband and i exchanged lust messages and photos yesterday then life happened and sex didn’t. So i guess today i am sitting on the  edge of something and wondering where to go from here. Do i pick up where we left off? Do i just let it go and enjoy the memory of yesterdays fun? Do i go watch some porn myself and find some time to ease my one desire?

Oh well… work calls my name and fun has to wait. in what ever form it happens to show up in later.