Estrogensensual

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How did we get here and how did it get this far? I can’t recall right now nor do I want to because I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. The delicious weight of him on me while his kisses keep me incoherent like I’m getting high off of them. I toke as his teeth rake my lip and he inhales my tongue and I can’t help it when I exhale an audible whimper as I feel his obvious arousal press down between my legs over my already dampening jeans. He grinds with every kiss and my heart pulses between my legs and in my ears. His slow heavy thrusts cause my swollen lips to part and my clit to scream and I’m too high to care that my jeans are soaking through as I reach down and pull his hips to me tighter wishing that he could break through both of our clothing and into me. I feel like a tween necking on the couch while my parents are asleep upstairs as he pulls my shirt and bra up and his bristled kisses capture my puckered nipple. Another whimper escapes me as I get more desperate for him ...

Well, it was the charity ball again, and I was first on the auction block this time, but this time, I was only permitted to wear a blindfold and not even the stilettoes I’d been allowed in the past. For me, it was even more mortifying because of my already small stature. So I’m lead out on stage via collar and leash and my blindfold and completely in the buff, and once on stage, they strutted me in a couple circles before stopping me and carefully walking me up on the auction block and instructing me to “sit”. I agreed ahead of time to do what was demanded of me, knowing that it is all for charity, but it was still difficult taking orders and from a stranger no less. I behaved and sat, and once I did they removed my collar and the auctioneer started his bid calling. I anticipated hearing my husband’s voice first because he typically starts the bid to make sure that they are worthy, but I was astounded and a bit disappointed when the first bid came from somebody else. Not just becau...

I desperately tried to remain stoic, but as I looked across the room at my husband lounging in the chaise watching with such intense love, I couldn’t help but give him what we both wanted so badly. I lifted the veil that separated me and my lover, and I was suddenly bathing in ecstasy as he filled me so much more than completely that it shook my soul and took me more than a moment to accommodate all of him before I could breathe again. I was thankful to have the cool granite island top to support me as my legs rattled under me, and I strained on my tippy toes to relieve myself even if only slightly from the breadth of his manhood. My husband’s smile and the slight nod of his head, followed with a slow blink of his eyes, which is our silent signal for “I love you”, helped me to relax around my lover and slide back over him again and again, each time more excruciatingly pleasurable than the last. I couldn’t help but to lubricate his penetrating mass as I felt my body betray my insecuriti...

The air in the room changed, or something, and I had to look around to see why. I saw him as he surveyed around the bar looking for someone, and I was breathless. I must have looked dumbfounded when his eyes found me staring, and he raised his drink to me in a cheer and smiled at me before he continued to survey the bar and find his buddies. That smile told me that we were destined to be together, as I followed him with my hungry eyes, and I made a bet to myself and won as he looked back at me. This time, his brilliant blues told me that I hadn’t seen the last of him and that we were meant to meet. My girlfriends snapped me out of my trance and looked to see what I was looking at, but he had already sat down, so I just brushed them off and bought time, knowing that he’d be mine. Not one for crowds, I got a drink at the outside bar before going inside to meet up with some friends, but when I walked in, I felt drawn by some invisible force and needed to find what was pulling me like ...

I’m never happier than when she loses her fucking mind with me inside her. It has nothing to do with my prowess as a lover but everything to do with being a witness to her bliss. A front row player to the most beautiful spectacle happening in the most beautiful woman; I’m truly lucky. I’d love to be able to brag about my endowment or some athletic performance and stamina, but I was just sitting inside her while watching her beautiful silent dance. I want so much to tell you that it was after a marathon love session and that we both were glistening in sweat and ripped from our effort, but that isn’t how it went down this time. I had just crawled up from between her sweet thighs, kissing her dancing flesh to her already plump lips and soft tongue to find her already breathy as well. Her flush face should have been a warning, but I sat back on my knees and put her feet flat on my chest anyway. I wrapped my hand around my cock and ran it up and down between her other plump lips ...

Who the hell am I kidding? I love our tug-of-war of breaths while he bends me to his will. I’m happy to give myself over to him as long as he makes me forget that I’m not a contortionist. He easily does that by looking into my soul as if he knows how he touches it. It is my ecstasy being reflected in his eyes, flexing jaw, and furrowed brow, and how his eyes have that look like he is about to sneeze while he is mirroring me. It is how both our jaws go slack to catch our desperate breaths as each drive dives to my deepest depths and his hard pelvis knocks on my clit long after he has broken in. I can’t help to want to say “Cum in,” and as if he is reading my mind, he grinds and smashes trying to go impossibly deeper. He reads me fine, and what happens next is his will, not mine. He can continue when he sees my head shaking involuntarily, but no, he pauses and releases my leg that he had trapped between us and captures my shaking head and then my lips in his and says, “Oh no, you don’t”....

I’m dirty, I tell him, but he won’t be deterred, persistence being one of his best qualities, I go unheard. When he gets his mindset, it is best that I go with the flow so as not to bruise his delicate ego. Like him, I prefer to be squeaky clean, not to mention I’m in the middle of something. So, like him, I close my ears to see how he perseveres. After he realizes he can’t club me over the head like Captain Caveman, he breaks me down like only he can. I try to avoid his kisses with all my might, both of us knowing they are my kryptonite. I try to look busy at my desk, hoping he’ll see, but what am I to do when he gets down on his knees? First, I try a diversion and remind him he needs to pick up the kids, but he answers that he only needs a few minutes. Not the best sales pitch and we both know that is a pile of shit, or I would have already jumped on his fucking dick. He rarely ever taps out before me, not to mention having to see his big baby blues looking up at me from between my k...

I love it when he makes me so hot by getting so turned on himself that I find myself doing things I normally wouldn’t, all because he has taken me to a whole other level. For example when I suck his fingers like they were the best things I’ve ever tasted after he’s fucked me with them while participating in a dialog about how delicious I am. Who would’ve thought I’d find myself wanting him to cum down my throat, fearful that he might lose the moment or momentum and not actually cum as hard as he so often makes me, and honestly just wanting to see him be the one to surrender to my prowess? I never would’ve thought I wouldn’t care about being seen in public having sex and wanting to be. He has driven me and my desire so far that I’ve also savored the very idea of having him inside me where I first thought he could never fit and begging for it in the first place. I surely never would’ve thought I’d be secure enough in love to entertain the very thought of pimping his ass out but I’m w...

My erection grows with your sweet moans as I pet your mane and down your back and over your hips. My heavy caresses over your butt slightly spread you a little more with each additional stroke while you slumber. My fingers dare to get closer to your heated folds on each pass until your hips start to roll as if jockeying for position or just leaving the doors unlocked for me, daring me to break in while you still purr in your sleep like a happy kitten. I’m unsure if I should proceed until after my fingers get too close; I quickly realize you don’t mind. Your warm slick nectar and your pleading whimpers are demanding action, and I don’t think my painfully hard erection can be reasoned with anyway. I spoon you close and I dip my fingers into you before glossing your nether lips to ease my passage; and like a salmon swimming upstream to its spawning grounds or how a sea turtle finds its way back to the beach, my determined manhood needs no direction as he slowly roots and burrows his way ...

He certainly isn’t the most romantic in the traditional sense anyway, but he does get my motor purring with all the little things he does every day. They are easy to take for granted, especially because he doesn’t do them because he thinks they are romantic, but if you’re paying attention, it is obvious. It is in the way that he wakes me every morning with bratty kisses that cause the hair to stand on my legs and the goosebumps that he is going for. He isn’t so much about the institutions as he is about being in the moment, and he believes that each moment should be lived like there is no guarantee of another and that therein lies the real romance. It’s the real appreciation of what you have right now instead of worrying about the hereafter. He’ll get me flowers but prefers plants. He has great taste in jewelry but doesn’t believe in extravagances, especially when the minerals used are more coveted than the love they’re supposed to symbolize. He cooks, cleans, and does laundry, and th...

He was already standing tall when she withdrew his throbbing limb from her succulent mouth as it glistened in only the moonlight shining in from their opened veranda, and before she lowered herself onto it and her breathy pants seemed to be in rhythm with the waves that rolled faintly onto the shore just outside of their suite. It already requires all his strength not to give in to the primal urge to fill her. He hid behind his long dark lashes to obscure his view as he thought of other things to keep from following through. But he is captivated by her rhythmic dance as that same moonlight accentuates the curves of her full hips and breasts and the evident stress of her duress as she chews her lips in her beautiful moonlight eclipse. He is stoned as if he is smoking her as he looks up at her, mulling his own lips too as if it were the only way to stay his passion and keep from erupting. His eyelids seem heavy while trying to hide from his weakness as she rides his writhing stalk, sipho...