Estrogensensual

I swear that I’m more like the guy in our relationship, the way he makes me come so easily. Even when I think I have it all under control, and can take him the distance, nope; I’m coming again, and biting at the bit to be able to stay in the game. I can’t help but cry out that I’m coming, while posting my arm against him like a running-back stiff-arming a tackle while tightening my hold on the ball/orgasm to prevent it from getting stripped, or fumbling. All the while his bratty ass is goading me “but why?” and “but I’m not doing anything” as his soul shattering thrusts slow to a crawl, and I look back at him over my shoulder exasperated to see him feigning an obnoxiously naive expression on his face, and all I can do is shake my head and grumble “you’re such a fucking brat”; but I digress. You know how sometimes when you’re so backed up from being so busy with just life, that when you finally get the opportunity to catch up, you make it really obvious. Like that not so nonchalant m...

We were like a couple of high school lovers in heat until the heat got too hot to handle. It was soon after a major category four hurricane dealt us a glancing blow as it rolled up the east coast of Florida that we decided to take a ride over to the beach. It had dropped fifteen degrees after the storm, and we had the whole beach to ourselves as I lay out a blanket and sat down to enjoy the last few hours of sunlight. The wind was just cool enough to instigate some heavy petting, and it wasn’t long before we were thoroughly hot and bothered. We were like two teens in heat, the way we were necking like we might get caught, until she panted that I was going to have a wet spot on my shorts if I kept it up. I rolled over from between her legs, pitching the biggest tent of my own, and sure enough, my Teepee was damp. I was even more turned on by the fact that she was so wet that my hard cock ached to investigate further. She fluffed her shorts around her crotch to cool it down, and I cou...

I don’t have time for this, I tell him, followed by, I’m dirty, thinking that he’d go away. He can be like a child when I’m working from home and equally persistent. He isn’t even deterred when I lie and tell him I think my period is coming, and retorts with, So you’re telling me, 'There is a chance? I laugh as my defenses start to crumble, especially when I see him unflappable even after my menstrual threat. I don’t want to flip-flop, so obviously, but I do need to give him a treat if I’m hoping him to throw me a bone, so I reiterate that I don’t have a lot of time and that he’d need to make it quick. That was all the opening he needed, and as he adjusted his growing appreciation, I couldn’t help but notice that it already dwarfed his equally happy smile, dimples, and all.  I thought I’d have a second to run to the bathroom to freshen up, but as I spun around in my chair, he was already on his knees between mine. Like a pig rooting for truffles, he pulled me to the edge of my...