Estrogensensual

I’m so blessed that she is already normally orgasmic or easy as I like to joke, but when I find her already inflamed before I even touch her, I know that my already simple job will be that much easier. When you’re married and believe that there is always a tomorrow, you tend to be lackadaisical when it comes to pursuing sex. We were both tired and lethargic, and even though the thought ran through my mind as I got to appreciate her nekkid beautiful body as she slipped into her nightie, that too got derailed as she also slipped her retainer into her mouth or ‘put in her teeth’ as I also like to joke. Yeah, guess what? I’m a joker. Convinced that she was resolute about abstaining this night, we both just snuggled close while we melted after our initial bedgasms, but she touched me, and for me, that is enough to break any cease-fire agreement, plus I was still picturing her nekkid. So with the truce off, I started to test to see if she was receptive by allowing my already caressing hand t...

He defines Je ne sais quoi if that is even possible, and he sure did wreak havoc on all my senses plus one; I was immediately determined that I was going to be the one to make an indelible impression on him, but just like two colliding trains, things were bound to get ugly. I mean the goofy contorted cum face that you’d never want to be seen wearing or the embarrassing sounds that escape your body and make you hope he didn’t hear. I’m talking about the uncontrollable Tourettes that make you say shit in the fit of passion that you can’t even believe you said or how your orgasm wrecks you so hard that your limbs tighten and flail uncontrollably like in some epileptic fit, and that was after the inexcusable scenes of public displays of “what the fuck came over me”. Man I was a fucking mess and it wasn’t the impression that I had hoped to leave but one that I know he wouldn’t soon forget and to think I went into this thinking that I was going to show him. It was just a chance encounter...

I was in awe of her beautiful profile as I watched her curves ebb and flow to the rhythm of our deep and durty dance. I led it from behind as she lay curled up in semi-fetal position well through the sway of our final number and looked up at me with her pleading doe-like eyes and plump, pouty, and panting lips that needed no translation or any words at all. I knew that look well and how it begs me to join her, and thought there would be no better way to end our Groundhog Day, but I digress. I’ll admit that it was premeditated and well worth the injured faces of our brood as we dropped them off at school on the way to start our Groundhog Day. The jig was up when I walked out of our bedroom and saw the confusion evident on our youngest one’s face while eating his breakfast because I’m usually gone before anybody rises in the house. That started the bombardment of questions and calls of inequality and injustice that didn’t end until we forced them out of the van in the school drop-off lin...

Have you ever been made love to where having multiple orgasms is permitted, doled out and rationed only if you’re deemed a good gurl and being totally okay with that? He handles me like a performance race car and don’t get me started with how much it turns me on having him tell me no when I wanna cum or how when his guttural whispers tell me I’m a good gurl when I’m finally permitted to as he doles them out like candy imagined in the form of the delicious strikes of a thong whip over my swollen mound. I am allotted more orgasms as his body weight presses me like a weighted blanket over his shaken baby gurl as he continues to growl into my ear for me to cum again on his cock while his heavy undercarriage spanks my ass. He manages to contort himself enough to reach under us and strum my clitoris and tease my ass as I’m permitted to exorcise all my demons all over his perfect flogger. These are just some ways he makes me aware of how beautiful I am to him, but I digress. He is so many lo...