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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 propelled to jump the gun. But I inhale and absorb him with forced perseverance, allowing my fingers to roam. I’ll detour off the hidden path and run my fingers over his package just once before going back to stroking the fury wall. With the seeds planted and his happy sounds reverberating through me as a warning, I wonder if he can feel my smile growing against his side.

You know the saying about teaching an old dog new tricks? Well, I’ve been so f’n spoiled by his assertiveness in the bedroom that it is more like a refresher for both of us. Taking it back to taking our time and not skipping any bases on our way to home plate is perfect foreplay foreplay. I love the fact that he loves to give oral, and I’m eternally grateful that he loves to give oral; did I mention that he really loves to give oral? And it isn’t solely for me; I don’t think he could live without it, so getting him to simply lie there is a feat in and of itself. It isn’t too long before those warning sounds become verbal as he warns “you’re fucking pushing your luck” and my smile stretches even more as I push it by letting my fingers roam off the path again, this time over my thickening… I mean his thickening package, Freudian slip there. I think my cover is blown after I reach into his briefs to pull his fattening and cramped dick up to stretch it across his groin before withdrawing my hand and returning to his fury wall not so nonchalantly. When he pulls my nearly drooling chin up for a hungry kiss and asks if he needs to lock the door, I realize it was a rhetorical question because who could say no even if they had the breath, and I hear the lock click before I even realize he’d gotten up. I strip my nightie off before I remember that I had a plan and say “Fuck it,” and that we’ll review foreplay 101 tomorrow as he is pulling me across the bed to him.

Not surprisingly, my pussy is already wet when he slaps my clit with his heavy cock before filling me with it. He rocks me slow, deep, and mercilessly, making sure to rake my G-spot each time before colliding into my deepest parts again and again. I’m giddy with my success and the perseverance to have procrastinated as long as I had and was already on the verge when he withdrawals his manhood and leaves me feeling like a gulping fish on the dock before he roughly pulls my head over to the side of the bed and pushes it to the mattress and fills my hungry mouth. I cum a little and cry a gargled cry around his delicious cock as he slides two fingers inside me and scoops me up by my G-spot. He drives my face for a short while but I know he’s hungry for more, and I’m surprised it takes him as long as it has before he withdrawals again and leaves me gulping again before he pulls my nether mouth to his lips so he can eat voraciously while hooking my G-spot and pulling my pussy to his face like a yoyo on a string. It isn’t long before I’m cumming and find myself flopping like that fish on the dock as he is stands over me patiently yet threateningly with cock in hand, waiting for me to cum down.

Many smaller orgasms were still surging through my body when he rhetorically asked me if I was okay before slowly filling me again. I was immediately on countdown and couldn’t answer if I wanted to as he rested his cock inside me for a moment and pressed his thumb down on my screaming clit like a compress and I felt my body start to melt around him. He knew when before I did and slowly began to massage my clit as he played in my deep end so that he wouldn’t over stimulate me just yet. He read me like Cliff Notes and somehow knew when, once again, I was nearing the end of his rope, I mean mine. As if reading my face like a crystal ball, he knew that his window was quickly approaching and he dropped his hips as he unsheathed most of his sword and drove it deep into my heart via my pussy. He speared me repeatedly while strumming my clit and as my whole body seemed to crawl up his cock like Quasimoto to ring the bell when he asked “can I cum?” That was all I needed to hear, apparently, as my bell rang like nobody’s business, and all I could do was manically nod my head yes. He came fast and hard and just in time because I felt I might launch off his cock if it were a second more. He then fell onto my bosom as we echoed a panted “I love you”. So as I’m writing this today, I realize a couple of things; the first is that my muscles are sore from the contractions from cumming and cumming and secondly that I’m wet again and can’t wait for tonight’s foreplay foreplay.

Happy Hump Day!!



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