Estrogensensual

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...