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French Croutons, aka Fucking Like Newlyweds

7 times in 72 hours. Thursday night, Friday morning, Friday night, Saturday morning, twice, Saturday night, Sunday morning… yes, I am a bit sore. And smug. Hormone Replacement Therapy ROCKS. Oh and he was so wound Thursday morning that he had to take care of it alone. Damn, wish I’d been there. We’ve fucked every day for 2 weeks, lately twice a day.

This is what married life should be like. Even at 50, yes indeed.

We walked through an outdoor mall yesterday and I watched women’s heads swivel to him. He wore a tight T-shirt, shoulders and arms bulging out of it and my pride showed. His hand reached for mine and I grinned. We got our hair trimmed yesterday and I chuckle as our stylist ran her fingers through his long curls – he says only she and I are allowed to fuss over him. I laughed when she gushed that she’d never seen B looking so cut – guess she likes the T-shirt. No more covering up what he works so hard on. Show it off, babe, hell yeah.

After our shower this morning, I lay back on the bed to spread lotion over my legs and pussy and B pushed me back and licked me until I came a half dozen times. Licking away his cum from our morning romp as it squeezed out of my cunt. My pussy is always wet these days, filled and re-filled with his cum.

We’re having a difficult time watching an hour-long show, let alone a movie. Inevitably, my hand creeps across his hard chest, his fingers linger over my pussy and the movie gets paused as we turn our full attention to pleasure. One night this week, drowsy after pausing “A Good Year” (aka A Year in Provence), we were sleepily talking of the joy of being with a partner who is so open to sex and pleasure and I agreed that going down on him was better than French croutons… ummm, huh? Guess I fell asleep for a moment, dazed from so many orgasms.

I don’t blog as much lately because I sound like a broken record – life is so good, the sex is so hot every night… and morning… I’m deeply grateful to have found such a partner who can both Master me and love me. I adore his thick cock and he’s glad I had c-sections as my pussy is tight around him. I adore his hard body under my hands, over my body, under my hips…

Yes, we fuck like newlyweds – I hope we always are newlyweds. It’s too good to lose. Allowing our partners to have the sex they’ve always wanted. Giving them what they want, and the ability to shape our sex into a fantasy come true.

Close my eyes and plunge into primal heaven, growling and clawing, biting and clutching my way to climax, over and over. Watching him bliss out as I ride his body, his face tighten, a moan escaping from him, a shudder as I flick his nipple and he nears cumming, hearing the wet sloppy sound of my pussy gushing down his balls. To have him flip us over onto my back and he ceases to care about my pleasure, letting the sex become raw and hard, focusing inward on himself, fucking me fast and deep, pressing his chest into my face for me to suck, my fingers stroking his ass so he’s overwhelmed with sensation until he groans above me and thrusts hard, shuddering as he cums, as his cock pulses as he fills my pussy again.

This is what married life should be. Hell yeah.

4 responses

  1. THAT’S what life in general should be like. Nice to know that it does exist and isn’t just a fairy tale. ;)

    February 14, 2011 at 6:29 pm

    • jrpm

      @nitebyrd – it is a fantasy-come-true ;)

      February 15, 2011 at 5:00 pm

  2. howdy, quality post, and an amazing understand! definitely one for my book marks.

    February 14, 2011 at 10:18 pm

    • jrpm

      @Elsie – welcome, glad you enjoyed

      February 15, 2011 at 5:01 pm

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