Monday, April 30, 2012
Life Is Crazy Today
Work was a grind today. I passed my humanities class. Biology final is tomorrow. My children are in bed. Now I study. I'm making love tonight. Some days, sex is all that gets me through. Too busy to sit here and blog.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Fuck Me My Master!
Last night was awesome. After the friction Friday I stayed home all day and washed load after load of those dirty clothes and put them away. I toddler trained the baby all afternoon and worked on the house. I sent the boy out all day with a friend. When my wife got back from her job she was such an angel. Whenever she's been pissed at me and I do something she appreciates she gets so submissive. Submissive women are hot. I like domination too, occasionally, at least I would, but she doesn't do that well. I was however able to tell her to do whatever I wanted and I did and it felt great. She looked so cute walking around the house in a tight black cami and her thong, getting me coffee, bending over to pick up what I ask for, slowly, so I can watch her backside stretch. I couldn't wait to take her upstairs. When I did I had my way.
I started by laying her down on our bed while I stood at the edge. I placed her hands on my nuts and shook my cock all over her lips and in her mouth. She started to stick her tongue out swirling around the tip of my cock and then I tilted her airway and plunged deep. I heard her take a deep breath and I felt her nose press against me. I pulled away before she coughed. I was overcome with the urge to eat her pussy and how sweet it was. I started the 69. The vagina is so beautiful. I absolutely love it. The smell, the touch, the taste of the vag. It's like no other. I love to show my appreciation going down on the muffin. There's just something about it words can not do justice.
There was more sex. I could describe but I don't really know what I'm doing here. This isn't really a sex blog but more a chronicle of two madly passionate lovers raising a family. Do you really want to hear about the baby barging in while I was ejaculating? I don't really see what it matters. No one reads this anyways. It was kind of funny. Ok. I'll tell you about it. After wrapping up in a towel and going downstairs to turn on the Netflix for the baby I went back upstairs, still erect, and told her to get on her knees face down.
I stood there and fucked my wife so hard. It actually hurt her. She's calling out, "Fuck me Master! Fuck me Master!" and I going deep and I see her head flip back and she's wincing in pain. I ask if I'm hurting her. "Yes Master!", I ask if she likes it... OK, you get the idea, I start coming then all of a sudden the baby comes barging in, crawling up the stairs while I was coming hard. My wife is struggling to get away to cover up and I'm holding on like a horned lizard driven by instinct.
She was a really good fuck last night. I feel inspired to do things for her today. You know I haven't had sex since Wednesday. Two days off is a long time but Wednesday was special. This hardly ever happens but she asked me to fuck her ass Wednesday. I generally don't get to fuck her asshole but I do express the desire. The thing is whenever I have fucked her tight little ass she's always been on her back. Last night, I told her how I wanted to fuck her ass again but how I want it face down, ass up. She agreed. I wonder how long before I fuck that ass again? It will happen before I come in her mouth. I want to do that all the time but she hates it. If I won a Nobel Prize I might come in her mouth, but I doubt it.
Today will be a good day. I'm going to work hard around here. It's going to be a good Sunday. We are going to church, as usual. I'm going to take care of the yard at some point. I'm going to work on the clothes. I'm going to be a great Dad. I'm going to be cheerful and fun. All the while, in the back of my mind, I will be thinking about penetrating her ass and filling it full of my come. That's just how a man's mind works and that's how to win the war at home. God made me this way. I can't help it. Men are supposed to be obsessed with their wives. What is love without obsession?
I started by laying her down on our bed while I stood at the edge. I placed her hands on my nuts and shook my cock all over her lips and in her mouth. She started to stick her tongue out swirling around the tip of my cock and then I tilted her airway and plunged deep. I heard her take a deep breath and I felt her nose press against me. I pulled away before she coughed. I was overcome with the urge to eat her pussy and how sweet it was. I started the 69. The vagina is so beautiful. I absolutely love it. The smell, the touch, the taste of the vag. It's like no other. I love to show my appreciation going down on the muffin. There's just something about it words can not do justice.
There was more sex. I could describe but I don't really know what I'm doing here. This isn't really a sex blog but more a chronicle of two madly passionate lovers raising a family. Do you really want to hear about the baby barging in while I was ejaculating? I don't really see what it matters. No one reads this anyways. It was kind of funny. Ok. I'll tell you about it. After wrapping up in a towel and going downstairs to turn on the Netflix for the baby I went back upstairs, still erect, and told her to get on her knees face down.
I stood there and fucked my wife so hard. It actually hurt her. She's calling out, "Fuck me Master! Fuck me Master!" and I going deep and I see her head flip back and she's wincing in pain. I ask if I'm hurting her. "Yes Master!", I ask if she likes it... OK, you get the idea, I start coming then all of a sudden the baby comes barging in, crawling up the stairs while I was coming hard. My wife is struggling to get away to cover up and I'm holding on like a horned lizard driven by instinct.
She was a really good fuck last night. I feel inspired to do things for her today. You know I haven't had sex since Wednesday. Two days off is a long time but Wednesday was special. This hardly ever happens but she asked me to fuck her ass Wednesday. I generally don't get to fuck her asshole but I do express the desire. The thing is whenever I have fucked her tight little ass she's always been on her back. Last night, I told her how I wanted to fuck her ass again but how I want it face down, ass up. She agreed. I wonder how long before I fuck that ass again? It will happen before I come in her mouth. I want to do that all the time but she hates it. If I won a Nobel Prize I might come in her mouth, but I doubt it.
Today will be a good day. I'm going to work hard around here. It's going to be a good Sunday. We are going to church, as usual. I'm going to take care of the yard at some point. I'm going to work on the clothes. I'm going to be a great Dad. I'm going to be cheerful and fun. All the while, in the back of my mind, I will be thinking about penetrating her ass and filling it full of my come. That's just how a man's mind works and that's how to win the war at home. God made me this way. I can't help it. Men are supposed to be obsessed with their wives. What is love without obsession?
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Think About Baseball and Swing All Night
Last night my wife and I attended a minor league ball game here in town. It wasn't just any ball game down at the stadium. We were invited by one of her clients to join them for their wedding rehearsal dinner there. Yeah, I know it sounds a bit unorthodox, but the stadium is really nice. It's pristine in fact. As it so happened, I had worked extremely hard all week at my hot, sweaty, physically demanding, mentally taxing, factory job. I did enjoy the luxury of sitting at the house for a few hours drinking beer. I was relaxed from a good shower but I hadn't eaten. I was famished. I literally could have eaten a live squirrel. I was that hungry. My belly was rumbling. My bowel was empty. Seriously, I was fucking starving.
So the wifey returns from dropping the kids with her mother and she starts giving me flack about my shirt. I happen to like the shirt I was wearing. She tried to say it had a stain but it didn't. It was actually a blue and white baseball shirt. Our AA farm club is a Dodgers franchise so it actually made me a well dressed fan. I am in fact a good fan of what I choose to see. I wear team colors and I'm not going to take any shit about it. Besides, If she wanted me to wear something else I could, and would have. All she had to do was go to my closet and suggest how much better I would look in my royal blue golf shirt rather than my baseball tee. I swear women are retarded sometimes with their steam rolling. I don't play that. If a woman wants to try to leverage me I pin them to the mattress. That's just how I roll.
So we arrive downtown and take the short walk up the hill and file in just as the anthem is being sung. What a great night for baseball I thought to myself. Well, more like a great night for bull shit. More of that later. We walk up to the right field pavilion area and I'm talking about heading to Buffalo Wild Wings later when I see the buffet. Not to mention these two adorable 20 year old college students servicing it. I love it when attractive women have to smile and be friendly because it's their job. They don't get paid laugh at my jokes or raise their eyebrows and flirt though. I guess I was just a little charming.
Like I said, I was beyond hungry and I started making a game out of how much I could eat. These girls had all the vittles: Pulled pork, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, chicken finger, buffalo wings. So they asked me what I wanted and I told them it all looked so good and that I wanted it all. They kind of laughed like I was kidding. It was on. Understand I am 6'2" <200lbs. I'm a thin man, high energy, fast metabolism. It was a challenge. The more I ate, the more tense the situation got.
First was the best. Pulled pork sandwich with slaw. Yum. Next up, 1/2 lb. double cheeseburger with fixin's. Delicious. Then came the hot dogs... That's when the the really hot one standing next to the cute one started egging me on. I asked for the dogs and she talked like I was a pussy if I didn't eat two. God, I loved that. I put the dogs away. Then I had to eat 5 chicken fingers. Not the best, but eaten. The whole time I'm returning, this chick is begging me to eat the wings. I finally got the wings and I ate them. Then I had two small ice cream sandwiches. I was just about to indulge in a complimentary heavy lager (it was the bottom of the sixth inning by now- great pitching, very little offense, quick game) when my wife faked and allergy attack (my ass) and made us leave.
She started getting really bitchy but never told me she was embarrassed by my affinity for food. She started getting all bent out of shape and I had twist her arm (figuratively) to tell me what her deal was. I figured it out for myself and put it to her and she told me that I was right and that she maybe shouldn't have been more passive aggressive about it. We agreed we could have saved ourselves the pseudo-fight had she just expressed herself instead of being an asshole about it.
You know what I thought was funny? She asked me how I would feel if she had an eating binge at a company picnic. You know what I asked her in response? What's your weight in this hypothetical? Apples and oranges my dear. Apples and oranges.
So the wifey returns from dropping the kids with her mother and she starts giving me flack about my shirt. I happen to like the shirt I was wearing. She tried to say it had a stain but it didn't. It was actually a blue and white baseball shirt. Our AA farm club is a Dodgers franchise so it actually made me a well dressed fan. I am in fact a good fan of what I choose to see. I wear team colors and I'm not going to take any shit about it. Besides, If she wanted me to wear something else I could, and would have. All she had to do was go to my closet and suggest how much better I would look in my royal blue golf shirt rather than my baseball tee. I swear women are retarded sometimes with their steam rolling. I don't play that. If a woman wants to try to leverage me I pin them to the mattress. That's just how I roll.
So we arrive downtown and take the short walk up the hill and file in just as the anthem is being sung. What a great night for baseball I thought to myself. Well, more like a great night for bull shit. More of that later. We walk up to the right field pavilion area and I'm talking about heading to Buffalo Wild Wings later when I see the buffet. Not to mention these two adorable 20 year old college students servicing it. I love it when attractive women have to smile and be friendly because it's their job. They don't get paid laugh at my jokes or raise their eyebrows and flirt though. I guess I was just a little charming.
Like I said, I was beyond hungry and I started making a game out of how much I could eat. These girls had all the vittles: Pulled pork, cheeseburgers, hot dogs, chicken finger, buffalo wings. So they asked me what I wanted and I told them it all looked so good and that I wanted it all. They kind of laughed like I was kidding. It was on. Understand I am 6'2" <200lbs. I'm a thin man, high energy, fast metabolism. It was a challenge. The more I ate, the more tense the situation got.
First was the best. Pulled pork sandwich with slaw. Yum. Next up, 1/2 lb. double cheeseburger with fixin's. Delicious. Then came the hot dogs... That's when the the really hot one standing next to the cute one started egging me on. I asked for the dogs and she talked like I was a pussy if I didn't eat two. God, I loved that. I put the dogs away. Then I had to eat 5 chicken fingers. Not the best, but eaten. The whole time I'm returning, this chick is begging me to eat the wings. I finally got the wings and I ate them. Then I had two small ice cream sandwiches. I was just about to indulge in a complimentary heavy lager (it was the bottom of the sixth inning by now- great pitching, very little offense, quick game) when my wife faked and allergy attack (my ass) and made us leave.
She started getting really bitchy but never told me she was embarrassed by my affinity for food. She started getting all bent out of shape and I had twist her arm (figuratively) to tell me what her deal was. I figured it out for myself and put it to her and she told me that I was right and that she maybe shouldn't have been more passive aggressive about it. We agreed we could have saved ourselves the pseudo-fight had she just expressed herself instead of being an asshole about it.
You know what I thought was funny? She asked me how I would feel if she had an eating binge at a company picnic. You know what I asked her in response? What's your weight in this hypothetical? Apples and oranges my dear. Apples and oranges.
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