Estrogensensual

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 ...