Estrogensensual

My partner was shaking her head when I walked in, all disheveled and fashionably late. By the disgusted look on her face, I could tell that she automatically knew what had kept me, or maybe it was the way I was walking. My lady parts were so fat and happy that it felt like I was stowing my own carry-on between my legs. I’m sure that I had that high pro glow too and a huge shit eating grin to boot. She remarked, “You are incorrigible,” as her own antipathy turned to a covetous smile. I started to apologize, but she put her finger to my lips to shush me before I could, and I instinctively wrapped my lips around her finger and sucked it into my mouth, surprised that she allowed it. After a few times, she snapped out of it and shook her head clear and withdrew her finger, and said, “Okay tell me everything”. Before I got a word out, she asked if I was stoned, and, as if rhetorical, she exclaimed, “not fair” and rushed me to continue. I fanned my skirt because my pussy was still hot a...

I can already anticipate his touch before he does and can still feel it long after he has. I feel the warm electric pulses where his fingers traced along my skin and can barely contain while waiting for them to continue further along their paths. They aren’t always initially meant to be erotic or intentionally sensuous and leading but in my mind they are nonetheless. If it isn’t his touch, it is the bombardment of pheromones that come like a storm front and hang around like a fog and cause me to lose my mind and way as if I had flown right into the Bermuda Triangle with no will to escape. It is his aura that triggers so many emotions and if you can’t recognize love, it can have an equally dangerous effect and for some less enlightened be misconstrued as arrogance, indifference or threatening. But once you know him there could never be any doubt. It is bigger than him, and this world is so much in desperate need for it to be free that just being around him makes me weak in the kn...

My alarm goes off at six and I turn it off and turn over for about ten more minutes before I have to get up. I listen to my beautiful wife purr until my back forces me to try and sit up to get up and when I’m finally able to stand I use the light from my phone to maneuver into our closet to find some work clothes and then into the bathroom to begin my morning rituals. As I’m tiptoeing around I hear my wife mumble something and I creep over to the bedside to see if she were awake or just talking in her sleep. When I get to the side of the bed she says that I look like Santa Claus the way I’m sneaking around the house and she throws back her covers to invite me back into bed as she reaches into my sack of toys to find out what I brought her. I get the Santa reference immediately because I’ve been growing my beard out and I actually do look more Nordic than North Pole but tis the season so an emaciated Santa works too, especially the way I was sneaking around trying to be q...

When he first pushed up on me, feigning like he was just trying to squeeze by, I tried to just blow it off, but it stuck with me after that. Maybe it was because he lingered just long enough. I more than felt him behind me, and when I looked back over my shoulder and up into his gorgeous face in shock, and saw him with his hands in the air like it was all out of his control, and his beautiful blue eyes and just the faintest sign of dimples under a suppressed smile, I don’t know what came over me. I actually pushed my ass back into him and it was completely involuntary. It was as if my mind had to be sure I felt all that I thought I had, and when my body betrayed me and did just that, I knew that I must have turned all shades of red. I snapped out of it and literally had to force myself to pull my ass off of his impressive package and turned forward again like it never happened, but my mind was gone and I felt so embarrassed by what just went down. Everything about him permeated a...

All I could hear, as hard as I tried, was the increasing pulse of my own heartbeat as it matched the pace of my approaching orgasm. It was like the thunderous giant bass drum that drowned out any other voices and noises I was trying to hear, so that it might help me to distinguish and decipher who my beautiful assailants were. Before the room went dark and mute because of the secure blindfold and soft, spongy earplugs, my wonderfully deviant husband also tied me to the hotel bed nekkid. All I could see in the dimly candle lit room was his more than usual mischievous smile and the high salute of his majestic cock as it stood off the side of his dark muscular frame like the long lance of a Knight. The funniest part about all this was that our getaway was sponsored by our beautiful children as an anniversary gift, but we’ll be sure to leave out the juicy parts when they inquire how our Caribbean adult-only trip was. There definitely will be very few pictures, considering there were n...

Lately, I have found myself needing to pace myself, like how he thinks about baseball, because he makes me so orgasmic that I'm climbing the wall. He is blessed with the genes of an Adonis, but I’m wearing my horny goggles and ovulating, so you know, and can get all giddy when he is stalking me with those bedroom blues. I’m probably expecting him to know what I want while hoping he wants it more. He sniffs the air and locks the door. When he crawls over the bed and throws back the blanket, he smiles wide because he finds me buck ass nekkid. His smile grows devious, and his intentions mischievous. He then does this thing where he simulates in a kiss what he plans on doing to my pussy lips and tits. His promise kisses momentarily take my breath and my brain, anticipating his next moves always drives me insane. I get that twitch in my loins while waiting to see where this is going. Relax, he tells me as he molds my puckering nipple into an imaginary clit, and gives me a front row ...

I  had the most interesting dream last night that I have to share. I was approached with an amazing opportunity to go back into time to any time of my choosing, with the caveat being that I only have a few days. Still, I would be able to inhabit the body I had at that time while knowing what I know now. Surprisingly, I jumped at the opportunity without any hesitation or reservations and knew immediately when and where I wanted to go. I often find myself thinking about what it would have been like if I got to meet my delicious man when we were in our prime. I wonder what it would have been like to know this amazing, deep, and loving creature at a time before all our beautiful baggage, our tried lives, and honestly to be the one to saddle break him myself. I hate to imagine anyone before for me, and even though it isn’t productive, I like to think about us when all our body parts were where they originated, and before his back was bad and before having children changed our bodies and...

By taking it back to the beginning, I have found a way to participate again. I’ll admit that I stumbled upon this, but I’m glad of that, and now I use it to my advantage; well, it has always been in my favor, but now I’m more in control of my destiny. I feign some way to lead him to believe that I’m not “in the mood”. He is incredibly intuitive and empathetic, so it does not take much subterfuge. So just when I have him where I want him, I execute my new or old found maneuvers. Just as he is resolved to rest and assuming the position, that is when I take it back to the old school. I move into his side, give him just a couple of soft kisses goodnight, and start to rub the fury wall. This is how I originally stumbled across this once common trail and found its hidden powers. Just being snuggled close to this hot furnace and how his pheromones are triggered under my fingertips as they trace over his muscular frame is enough to get my motor purring, and I understand why he is so often ...

Premeditated as charged; It had been an extra challenging week for both of us at work, and in addition to the grueling first week of back-to-school activities for our five spawn that we desperately needed to decompress. So after we got all the kids busy with an on-demand movie, we barricaded ourselves in our room and smoked a fat blunt before I showered while she just waited for me to rejoin her in bed, where we both just happened to be privy to our own little peepshow by a conveniently positioned mirrored door to our bathroom. I watched her toiling under the covers while watching me as I lingered at my thickening cock in giddy anticipation. I lathered and milked my hyper-sensitive chub as it hung between my thighs, and it was more than obvious that there was no stage fright as my cock enjoyed all the extra blood flow. After our little peepshow, I Shaggy'd my stoner ass over and into bed, where her instructions were for me to just relax and allow her to spoil me for a change. I...

It amazes me how the crowd parts as he escorts me onto the dance floor with fingers laced in mine and how oblivious he is to the attention and respect he elicits. It is our world tonight, but I’m the center of his Universe always. He is testosterone incarnate in all his hunkiness as he pulls me through the air while some Barry White, Marvin Gaye and Isaac Hayes shit grinds more than our souls. He churns me like butter as he parts me with a knee, a strong hand in the small of my back, and the other at the back of my neck. I’m swooning and lean back, riding high on more than just his thigh, and don’t even notice when the music stops until I look around at our spectating fans and see the girls gawking and the men trying not to. I whisper into his ear that I need to freshen up because he has made me so wet, and his eyes transition from sensual to ravenous, making me feel like fleeing. Who am I kidding? I knew what I was doing as he backed me up to the high top we had near the danc...

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After some celebratory high-fives and chest bumps, she tells me that I hit it so hard and correctly that it brought on her period. I jestingly thumped my chest like a gorilla and even brushed off my shoulder like I was “the man”, and then we both laughed that off before dragging our nearly crippled asses back to the bed and passing out of exhaustion; but I digress. Smoking Pot does something to me that apparently permits a lot more blood flow to my lower extremities while alleviating the back pain I’ve grown accustomed to living with, because after we got high, it was as if the rest of my body was just a hitchhiker on the will of my cock. I just hung in there like a champ, cheering it on and enjoying the show while my cock staked its claim on my beautiful wife as its own land and territory to conquer. As boastful and confident of its greatness my cock thought it was, my wife was like “bring it,” and the harder my cock hit it while trying to claim that dominance, the more she de...