Between the Sheets

I’ve found myself in a very asexual slump this week, which is completely out of character for me. But, as I sit here writing this I’m in an apron, waiting for more pies to come out of the oven. It would be arousing to say I have nothing on underneath the apron. Alas, that is not true.

I’ve had more time to myself than play with others this week. Even worse than that is the fact that I’ve had little time to myself at all—all of this is very sexually frustrating and leaves me in a lousy mood. That, coupled with the apron reference has me looking like a grumpy housewife…hmmm, that’s a lousy image.

Left to my own devices, I’ve indulged in a little solitary playtime. Let’s call it research and putting my “writer’s cap�? on for this blog. After all, trolling some terrific sites such as Jane’s Guide and Adult Blog Hub have me wishing that I wasn’t the only person in the room right now.

Last night I retreated to write a bit, and tried once more to get into such a mood for writing—letting my mind roam to some of my darker fantasies. And, in walked J.

There isn’t any unwritten rule that we can’t arouse ourselves in the other’s absence, but when our better half is only downstairs—well, that didn’t go over quite as well. And, he wasn’t willing to buy the “I’m just trying to get into the mood for writing” bit.

He walked over to me on the bed and told me to “start writing then.�? As he said that, he pushed my silk slip up past my thighs and started to kiss me, beginning at my knees. I felt his gentle bites give way to kisses as he approached my mound.

“I don’t hear you typing,�? he said, looking up from between my legs.

“Yes. Ok, I will.�?

I started free writing. I wasn’t even sure that I would end up making actual words, but here’s what resulted:

The moisture from his kisses on my thighs was cooling as the air hit it. But, I can’t focus on that as much as I want to. He’s tugging at my labia with his teeth, licking and pulling as much as he can. And, oh…he’s using his fingers. He parts my lips with his fingers to insert his tongue into me and then out, back up to my clit to stimulate me again. My thigh muscles begin to quiver…Since I was a girl I’ve been embarrassed by that…I should get over that. He tells me that my quivering is sexy…Two or three fingers in and out of me, turning inside me and pulsing with the same tempo as he licks me. I feel the muscles inside me tighten and an ache below my belly button start to well up. My knees are trembling and I’m trying as I always do to push J away…

I climaxed and convulsed strongly with my head thrown back and shoulders arched up off of the bed.

“To hell with your writing. What was it that ‘John’ wrote? He wants to hear more experiences from you?�? He closed the computer and crawled between my legs. I was still aching from the orgasm; he took advantage of it to enter me quickly and hear me moan beneath him. The sensation was almost too much to bear and the tightness of my muscles around him intensified what we both felt.

He leaned back to pull my right leg across his chest and turn me to my side. I rotated with him still inside me and he continued thrusting. The friction of my legs closed while he fucked me was overwhelming. J came and the moans and force of his orgasm pushed me into my second. As my orgasm ended, he continued to move within me for a moment to tease the last bit of conviction from my body.

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