Estrogensensual

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 ...