reaction

{For MariMar & JK.}

Sometimes, when I read, watch, or see something, I get a little reaction. Here’s a short list of things that turn me on:

• sexy blog posts extolling the sweet virtues of a person’s partner
• sexy blog posts with pictures of boobs
• full lips (on ladies)
• broad chests (on dudes)
• sharp wits that somehow manage to keep it friendly and not descend into sarcastic assholery (on anyone)

When I run into those things, here’s what happens…

My eyes narrow.
My thighs squeeze together.
My pussy clenches a few times, and gets quite slick.
My nipples tingle.
My breathing gets deeper.

Sometimes I see myself as one of the players in the story or picture or movie. Other times I’m inserted off to the side as an observer. Occasionally I’ll use this inspired physical longing to get off, either on my own or along with M. I haven’t lately, though. I haven’t come since… hmmm, if it takes this long to count the days, it’s been too long.

Here are some things provoking a reaction in me lately:

• Hy gets real
• Scarlett has a snack
• Sofia gets a reminder
• this
• and this
• and also this
• holyshitandthisOMGUNNNNNGGGGHHH (see below)

That’s my man, right thar.

Anything else you want to know, JK & MariMar?

gonna

M came home from work tonight exhausted, frustrated, and in a little pain from a minor injury obtained at work.  I had a meeting, he took the kids and got dinner. Right now he is sleeping happily on one of the couches while I type this and watch tv. I won’t disturb him.

Soon, I’m gonna turn the tv off, close the laptop, and head into the bathroom. I’ll brush my teeth. (It’s very important.) I’ll take off my shorts, my shirt. I’ll unhook my bra, peel it off my shoulders and hang it up. I’ll pull down my panties, and kick them into the laundry basket in the closet. Climbing into bed, freshly made with clean sheets, I’ll enjoy how the fabric feels on my skin. I’ll lay down on my back, feeling my muscles relax into the soft bed. My hands will wander over my body, reaching down to feel the light covering of hair on my mound. One hand will massage my left breast, rubbing the nipple as it hardens.

My finger will separate my outer lips. I have a hard time getting wet quickly these days. It takes a long time. I’ll grab the lube and put some on my fingers, spreading it around the smooth inner skin. I’ll dip down to the entrance, putting a finger or two inside. I won’t wait long until I’m full on working for an orgasm, circling my clit with my middle and ring fingers. Touching it almost hurts, so I’ll work around the hood. My left hand will be either grabbing at my breasts or teasing my thighs and mound.  The feelings of impending orgasm will build. It will feel like a swirling vortex, like everything is winding up inside my body and wants to explode out. Soon it will be unstoppable, and my hips will jerk and buck as I spasm inside and out.

My circling fingers will slow. I’ll catch my breath, lick my fingers clean, roll over, and go to sleep.

whiplash

A night of arguing and crying. It was truly awful.

A day and a half of barely speaking.

Then suddenly we’re on the couch yesterday afternoon, and M’s suggesting we shower together before I’ve got to be somewhere in an hour. But first, he pulls up the sex toy website. It’d be nice if we could afford this, we both observe. And then we look at the bondage stuff, and I tell him we should find some soft rope. He tells me that made him hard.

I’ve just started my period so we both think some hands on him in the shower would be fun. But we don’t make it to the shower. We’re kissing in the bedroom. He takes my hat off, a hat he’s always made fun of; says it looks like what someone in The Resistance would wear. I say, “The Captain doesn’t like for members of The Resistance to fraternize with each other.” We both laugh, and then we kiss some more.

Soon I’m laid back on the bed, and he’s pushed my shirts and bra up to get at my nipples. It feels spectacular. I’m undressing him as best I can, because I can feel him against my thigh and I want it.

We scoot further onto the bed, and my hand works his cock between us as he keeps giving my tits attention. He comes upwards to straddle my abdomen. I squeeze my boobs around him, and he thrusts ever closer to my mouth. Finally it’s within reach, this cock, the one I’ve had to myself for the past 14 years. I suck the head into me, and he pushes in with a groan.

I get him slippery wet, and he slides back for more time surrounded by boob. I’m looking up at his face. M has never been one to jerk off anywhere or anytime when I could see him, I’ve never caught him once in all our years together. I think it would be hot if I did. And so seeing him like this is as close as I’ll get to that. His eyes are closed, he’s biting his lower lip and he’s slightly smiling. M’s face shows how much he’s into this, into me.

He wants to be in my mouth again. I open up. In about 30 seconds he tells me he wants to come on my face. And then he does, quite thoroughly. We grab his shirt and clean me up, and lay there for a moment.

“How did we get from barely speaking to this?”
“I have no idea.”

Sometimes whiplash feels good.

 

no complaints

When M got out of the shower last night, I was ready.  I looked quite similar to this, actually.  I pushed him back onto the bed before he could put any clothes on, and we kissed.  We kissed a lot.  I kissed my way down his chest, eager to get my mouth on the parts I’d shaved earlier that day in his first shower.  I licked him up and down, sucking his balls gently into my mouth.  I was not going to be the submissive one tonight.  I was in control.

I sucked his cock for a long time.  Then I moved up and rubbed my boobs (still in that little lingerie) around him, he groaned.  I moved from kissing his mouth to kissing his cock, up and down his chest a few times.  He finally turned over on top of me, lowering my top to have access to my boobs.  As if I wasn’t revved up enough.

We fucked, slow and deep.  I came, hard and often.  He orgasmed, strongly and intensely.

Today we played hooky for the afternoon.  We had lunch plans to use a gift card M had been given for helping someone move.  There were 5 restaurant options on it, 3 of which are local.  We tried all three, and none of them opened before 4pm.  WHAT THE.  So we came home, ate leftovers from last night’s freaking awesome dinner, and sat down to watch a movie.  We both were yawning, (no fault of the movie) so we headed to bed.  (I fucking LOVE taking naps on a breezy sunny afternoon, naked in my bed.  I love it so much I wrote a poem about it once.  No, I’m not going to let you read it.  Unless you beg.  Maybe.)  We dozed in each others’ arms for a little bit, and then he started in on my nipples.  I was ready in no time, and he pressed his cock in smoothly.  After I’d come twice, I couldn’t take any more and believe it or not, I asked him to stop.  He moved up to straddle my chest.  And he’s finally taking me seriously, that seeing him masturbate is incredibly hot to me.  He stroked himself until he came all over my tits, even getting some up on my neck.

I’m depending on the others in the Three Fucksketeers (sorry, Reed, I know you don’t like the name, but I don’t care.  It’s an awesome name.) to remind me of this next time I’m whining about M’s libido.  He is an incredible man and I don’t think it’s just the oxytocin released by all those orgasms talking.

 

revved

This morning I snuggle in with M for a little bit.  The weather has finally cooled off a little and the windows are open.  I love the cool air on my face with my body all curled up, nestled into his.

After some of the morning routine is taken care of, I head into the shower.  My legs need some attention, having been on my period I’ve gotten lazy with shaving.  M joins me.  We finish our washing, he says, “I still need to wash…” and looks downwards.  I assume he’s wanting me to wash his parts, so I soap up my hands and get to work.  He meant that he still had to wash his feet, but isn’t complaining about what I am doing.  Very quickly, he gets fully hard and is groaning.  I persuade him to let me do something I’ve never done – shave his balls.  I lather him up and get to work.  He holds his swollen cock up for me, once losing his grip, and it hits me in the face.  “By accident.”  Yeah.

I complete my work, and he all but begs me to finish him off.  I’ve been telling him for what seems like forever that we’d both enjoy shaving each others’ nethers.  I knew he’d think it was hot if he gave it a chance.  And he obviously is very turned on.  But no, I want to wait until we can both get some.  I’m desperate for some cock in pussy, it’s been since Thursday.  And then this afternoon my latent bisexuality reared it’s head (so to speak) today upon learning some things about a person I don’t even know.  Yeah, if you’ve wondered – I’m still interested in making that happen, but it’s on the backburner for now.  I mean, if a super hot chick got thrown at me I wouldn’t turn her down, but I’m not seeking anyone out.  So, I’m fairly revved up.

He got sweaty at work and riding his bike home, so he’s off to shower again, after which I shall pounce.  Wish us luck.

texty

On a much lighter note, here’s a peek into some recent conversations:

M: Hola hermosa esposa. Te quiero mucho.
Me: Google translator?!?  Ok… Tu eres muy, muy guapo.

*****

Me: Well, some of my being so emotional has been explained.  Guess who gets a blow job for Father’s Day?
M: Sorry.
Me: That’s ok… I enjoy having you in my mouth so, so much.
M: What a coincidence, would you believe my cock enjoys being in your mouth?
Me: Well, isn’t that just adorable.
M:I love it when a plan cums together.
Me: O, dear lord.  I think I just got a bit damp.
M: There’ll be loads and loads.
Me: Go get a few cans of pineapple before tomorrow night and eat them.

*****

Me: You turned me on so much earlier with that bit about loads and loads.
M: Yeah, it did the same to me.  Dumb move on my part, now I have to try and hold off until you get home.
Me: Oh!  Well, if you can’t, at least take a picture for me.
M: No, I am saving it all for you.
Me: Yum.

*****

Me: I took your comments about your preferred underwear to heart.
Me: PICTURE MESSAGE:
M: Nice.
Me: I have GOT to get you a thesaurus for our anniversary.

*****

M: I cannot get the image of you topless and laid out on the bed out of my head.
Me: Which head?
M: Neither.

minute

Ok, so I DID have one spare minute to myself in the shower last night.  And I needed it, too.

Missing M badly.  We’re talking, texting & emailing frequently, but it’s not the same, obvs.  Can’t wait to write the story of our reunion.

Hey, would you all do me a huge favor?  Grab someone near you, it can be your wife, husband, whomever – and fuck them silly today or tonight.  Then email me (tenyearsin at hotmail dot com) or leave a comment telling me about it.  I have several opportunities a day to check email and I need sexy entertainment.  Thanks, guys, you’re all such dears for doing it for me. 

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lunch break

I had a few minutes to myself just now, sooo…

wrinkly fingers

just try and top THAT.

I’m telling you, last night we had the best fuck I’ve ever had.

(It’s still new to me, referring to what we do as “fucking.”  I was so uptight about this stuff that I felt like calling it that was cheapening our relationship.  Even in our most private moments of talking with each other, it was always “having sex” or “making love.”  Oh, how things have changed.)

I offered M a blowjob while he was sitting on the couch, but believe it or not, he asked to finish the tv show he was watching.  Yet another head-shaking moment for me!  I went to bed after stripping nude (Also new: sleeping naked.  I used to hate it, now I love it).  He was in the room minutes later, shucking his own clothes and ripping the covers off me.  We were kissing furiously as he ran his large hands all over me. (I think I’ll describe more about our appearances in another post.)  He stood up beside the bed and I told him I wanted to try something new.  I scooted my head off the edge of the bed and started sucking his cock like I was starving for it – which I was, actually.  M can thank Camille Crimson, via Violet & Rye for this inspirational move.  I’m telling you, he was deeper into my mouth than ever before, and was groaning like he was going to come from the first thrust.  It was so, so hot.

After some more of the best blowjob he’s ever gotten, he took his cock from my mouth and pretty forcefully turned me over, spun me around, and yanked my pussy to the edge of the bed.  He slammed into me, grabbing my hips and fucking me so hard and fast my head was spinning.  Occasionally he would slow, and lean down so his chest was on my back, but that never lasted too long.  Both of us were louder than we’ve been in my memory of our 13 years together (you’ll notice that’s one of my “things” – I love it when he is vocal in expressing how I’m making him feel.  Sends me over the edge.) and it was wild.  The pain of him grabbing my hips, shoulders, and ass so strongly barely registered as anything but pleasure.  I loved this.  I never wanted it to end.

He came, hard, practically shouting as he did.  I didn’t even care that I hadn’t come yet.  It was beyond orgasm, what I was feeling.  I felt like he possessed me, like he TOOK me, for the first time.  I told him as we got all the way on the bed, “I have to be frank.  That was the BEST FUCK I have ever had.”  I never talk like this, in bed or out.  I think my conversation with Jane on Friday has loosened me up even more than I thought.  He typically collapses after orgasm and isn’t part of the world for several minutes, but this time he couldn’t stop running his hands over my abdomen, breasts, and ass.  He helped me come by filling my pussy and ass with some fingers while I rubbed my clit and sent myself flying.

This evening when M got home from work, I told him there should be some sort of award for what he did last night.  I always thought that when I could point to a time that was the best sex of my life, that I’d feel satisfied, that I could then rest in the knowledge that that was it.  But no, I was wrong. I want more, more, more.