My Lucid Fuck

I couldn’t sleep last night and stayed up late IM’ing and catching up on reading blogs. Finally it get to the hour where I need to try and get some sleep. I wash up and head off to bed, curling up next to wife. I thought of bothering her, but thought better of the idea when I saw the hour.

The next thing I remember is looking down on her face, taking nice long strokes in and out of her. It has been several days since we have fucked, and my reading didn’t help my horny state at al. She feels good but strange in some way tonight. I look down and see a condom on my cock. “A condom” races through my mind, but whatever; so close right now. I just want that nice warm pussy wrapped around my cock. I can see her lips moving, saying “fuck me baby, fuck me harder”, yet I hear no words. Her breasts are undulating with our movements. I reach down to touch one, my hand moves to touch her, and then. . .

She wakes up, I stumble back to reality. I was still snuggled close to her, with my cock buried between her thigh and the bed sheets. She mubbles, rolls over, off to find her slumber again. I am still trying to gather my thoughts as to what just happened.

Nothing but horny dreams that wake me up numerous times during the night.

The morning brings some relief. Wife has to work, but we get up a little early. She rolls over, snuggling on my shoulder, her hand drifting down to my cock, whispering in my ear “damn honey, think you can find the right spot this morning?” Her hand tugs at me as I harden, I can feel her face smile on my shoulder.

My Lucid Fuck

I couldn’t sleep last night and stayed up late IM’ing and catching up on reading blogs. Finally it get to the hour where I need to try and get some sleep. I wash up and head off to bed, curling up next to wife. I thought of bothering her, but thought better of the idea when I saw the hour.

The next thing I remember is looking down on her face, taking nice long strokes in and out of her. It has been several days since we have fucked, and my reading didn’t help my horny state at al. She feels good but strange in some way tonight. I look down and see a condom on my cock. “A condom” races through my mind, but whatever; so close right now. I just want that nice warm pussy wrapped around my cock. I can see her lips moving, saying “fuck me baby, fuck me harder”, yet I hear no words. Her breasts are undulating with our movements. I reach down to touch one, my hand moves to touch her, and then. . .

She wakes up, I stumble back to reality. I was still snuggled close to her, with my cock buried between her thigh and the bed sheets. She mubbles, rolls over, off to find her slumber again. I am still trying to gather my thoughts as to what just happened.

Nothing but horny dreams that wake me up numerous times during the night.

The morning brings some relief. Wife has to work, but we get up a little early. She rolls over, snuggling on my shoulder, her hand drifting down to my cock, whispering in my ear “damn honey, think you can find the right spot this morning?” Her hand tugs at me as I harden, I can feel her face smile on my shoulder.

Taken Part 2

Wife saunters back into the room about five minutes later with a bottle of water. She doesn’t say anything, just crawls back up on the bed. Biting up my leg before licking the underside of my have hard cock. Her eyes looking up at me, but I don’t see that innocence puppy dog look this time. I her wicked grin as she takes in just my head and swirls her tongue.

My fingers and mind scream at the loss of touch. The ability to touch and feel. Touch her hair, feel her skin, her wetness covering my fingers. Slowly she rotates and brings her ass up to my face. Lowering herself on me, she runs her soaked slit over my nose. She smells so good. I still my tongue out, thrashing the air as it tries to make contact. She grinds herself gently on my face. I sink my tongue into her, fucking her with it. Pulling it out to trash it against her clit and then back in again. Her motions begin to jerk. I hear her gasp before she takes me as deep as she can, jerking on the remaining inches. When i hit the back of her throat I can feel her moan. After being denied my own orgasm the first round, my aching balls start to pull up. The feel of her lips, tongue, her teeth grazing my skin. She starts sucking veraciously, urging me on. I thrust my hips up as I gush into her mouth. My shaft gliding over her lips, but her teeth close so my head can’t slip by. She turns around and bends down to kiss me. Sharing the product of our lust, tongues teasing one another.

She climbs off and lays down beside me. Her teeth grasp one of my nipples, and her hands one of hers, pulling and pinching it. She grabs her bottle of water and offers me a drink and I eagerly accept.

Her had drifts over my chest, working its way back down to my cock. My arms tug at the restraints, with each motion I make she tugs also.

“Tired of those honey?” wife teases in my ear. “They do make you a horny boy though” My cock coming to life, wanting her to fuck me again. She tugs a little more – I don’t want her hand anymore or her mouth, my only thought is pounding her pussy. I pull on the restraints one more time and i can hear her quietly laugh.

“OK, I will take them off, but only if you fuck WIH”. She climbs on top of me, her knees hold down my arms. She bends down to undo the buckles. The whole time making sure i have a plain view of her pussy, the matted down pubic hair, that scent of raw sex. She stops her work for a minute to look down at me, her finger teasing her slit as she does, and then goes back to freeing me.

Her fingers rub my soar wrists, my fingers grab her wrists to push her off of me flipping her to her back.

I want to fuck her, but don’t want it to be over. She wiggles her hips so when I twitch, i run up and down her slit. We both shift subtly, will movements that get us close to fucking, but holding off those those few more seconds. She captures my head in her pussy and slowly pushes towards me. I can feel her pulsing, squeezing, She is so wet I could easily glide in. I look up at her as she gives me her cum fuck eyes.

With a steady pace I slide into her, watching her throat as she moans, her neck arched back.

Neither one of us last long. She pulls me too her as she comes. Her pussy feels so good as it convulses around me. I feel my cock expand inside of her.

We lay together, me still in side her. Slowly I get back on my my hands and slowly start to fuck her again. My cock slowly regaining its strength

She bites my ear and whispers “you have to be kidding?”

Well, no I wasn’t, but curled up next to my wife’s reborn slutty side.

Taken Part 2

Wife saunters back into the room about five minutes later with a bottle of water. She doesn’t say anything, just crawls back up on the bed. Biting up my leg before licking the underside of my have hard cock. Her eyes looking up at me, but I don’t see that innocence puppy dog look this time. I her wicked grin as she takes in just my head and swirls her tongue.

My fingers and mind scream at the loss of touch. The ability to touch and feel. Touch her hair, feel her skin, her wetness covering my fingers. Slowly she rotates and brings her ass up to my face. Lowering herself on me, she runs her soaked slit over my nose. She smells so good. I still my tongue out, thrashing the air as it tries to make contact. She grinds herself gently on my face. I sink my tongue into her, fucking her with it. Pulling it out to trash it against her clit and then back in again. Her motions begin to jerk. I hear her gasp before she takes me as deep as she can, jerking on the remaining inches. When i hit the back of her throat I can feel her moan. After being denied my own orgasm the first round, my aching balls start to pull up. The feel of her lips, tongue, her teeth grazing my skin. She starts sucking veraciously, urging me on. I thrust my hips up as I gush into her mouth. My shaft gliding over her lips, but her teeth close so my head can’t slip by. She turns around and bends down to kiss me. Sharing the product of our lust, tongues teasing one another.

She climbs off and lays down beside me. Her teeth grasp one of my nipples, and her hands one of hers, pulling and pinching it. She grabs her bottle of water and offers me a drink and I eagerly accept.

Her had drifts over my chest, working its way back down to my cock. My arms tug at the restraints, with each motion I make she tugs also.

“Tired of those honey?” wife teases in my ear. “They do make you a horny boy though” My cock coming to life, wanting her to fuck me again. She tugs a little more – I don’t want her hand anymore or her mouth, my only thought is pounding her pussy. I pull on the restraints one more time and i can hear her quietly laugh.

“OK, I will take them off, but only if you fuck WIH”. She climbs on top of me, her knees hold down my arms. She bends down to undo the buckles. The whole time making sure i have a plain view of her pussy, the matted down pubic hair, that scent of raw sex. She stops her work for a minute to look down at me, her finger teasing her slit as she does, and then goes back to freeing me.

Her fingers rub my soar wrists, my fingers grab her wrists to push her off of me flipping her to her back.

I want to fuck her, but don’t want it to be over. She wiggles her hips so when I twitch, i run up and down her slit. We both shift subtly, will movements that get us close to fucking, but holding off those those few more seconds. She captures my head in her pussy and slowly pushes towards me. I can feel her pulsing, squeezing, She is so wet I could easily glide in. I look up at her as she gives me her cum fuck eyes.

With a steady pace I slide into her, watching her throat as she moans, her neck arched back.

Neither one of us last long. She pulls me too her as she comes. Her pussy feels so good as it convulses around me. I feel my cock expand inside of her.

We lay together, me still in side her. Slowly I get back on my my hands and slowly start to fuck her again. My cock slowly regaining its strength

She bites my ear and whispers “you have to be kidding?”

Well, no I wasn’t, but curled up next to my wife’s reborn slutty side.

Taken

When i slipped into bed last night i thought she was asleept. one more night of being up too late, dicking around on the computer. i can feel her shift in bed, a nose rubs my ear before her tongue glides around its edge, her leg extends over mine. I feel her hand run over my chest, fingers mingle in my hair. her tongue probes deeper in my ear as her hand drift down to my slowly stiffening cock. mmm – her soft, long fingers. I can feel her climb on top of me, pulling my hands above my head. She reaches down and kisses me, biting my neck. Her tits sway below her, her stiff nipples graze over my chest. My cock twitching over being dominated tonight. I love her, but it has been forever since she has taken the reigns and used me for her pleasure. She pushes her ass back so my cock is lodged between her ass cheeks. I barely realize that the cuffs are being placed on my hands. When the second one is put on, i bite her lower lip. She rolls to my side and bites one of my nipples. “watch it dear” she cooes in my ear.

i watch as she crawls between my legs, biting her way up my leg. aaahhh – the sensation of pain that i have longed to feel is here, if only for tonight. her tongue washes up the underside of my cock. i can feel her hot breath on the head as she waits before taking me in her mouth. she slowly and gently sucks me. i love watching her. she can be a master at the art when she wants to be. tonight she is working her magic. i watch her red highlights dance in the light.

with a slurping pop she lets me out of her mouth. the air in the room feels cold as i am released. she begins to drag her tongue up my body. so many sensations are forgotten, but suddenly brought back into focus. i want to touch her, feel her skin. i want to pull her to me, i want to flip her over and pound her little pussy. instead i must lay here at her mercy.

after she straddles me, she slowly jerks on my cock, each hand gliding up, one after another. i must have had a look of want in my face, because i saw a look of lust in her eyes, a look i have not seen in a long time. she rises up and lazily glides my cock head up and down her slit, circling at her clit.

with an open teasing mouth she place me at her entrance, but not letting me in. just fucking my head and nothing more. each time I try and raise my hips, she raises her and denies my entrance. when my head is arched back, she drops on top of me, taking me in one stroke. she yelps at taking me all. she sits still, then begins to grind her clit against me. raising her ass all the way off of me, to pound back down, grinding again. she sits up, grabbing her tits, pinching her hardened nipples. one hand reaches down to play with her clit, moving back and forth, quicker and with purpose.

i listen to the raspy tone of her voice, her quickening breathing.

“I am cumming baby, I . . . am. . . cumming” i listen and watch her. the flush color of her orgasm spreads across her chest.

she climbs off of me with a wicked grin. i watch as her fingers sink in her pussy, she fucks herself a couple of times with them before pulling them out. they drift under her nose – “damn i smelll good tonight”, then she runs them over my upper lip. she does smell good. as my twitching cock reminds me wondering its plight.

“don’t worry honey, I am not done with you yet” as she exits the room.

Taken

When i slipped into bed last night i thought she was asleept. one more night of being up too late, dicking around on the computer. i can feel her shift in bed, a nose rubs my ear before her tongue glides around its edge, her leg extends over mine. I feel her hand run over my chest, fingers mingle in my hair. her tongue probes deeper in my ear as her hand drift down to my slowly stiffening cock. mmm – her soft, long fingers. I can feel her climb on top of me, pulling my hands above my head. She reaches down and kisses me, biting my neck. Her tits sway below her, her stiff nipples graze over my chest. My cock twitching over being dominated tonight. I love her, but it has been forever since she has taken the reigns and used me for her pleasure. She pushes her ass back so my cock is lodged between her ass cheeks. I barely realize that the cuffs are being placed on my hands. When the second one is put on, i bite her lower lip. She rolls to my side and bites one of my nipples. “watch it dear” she cooes in my ear.

i watch as she crawls between my legs, biting her way up my leg. aaahhh – the sensation of pain that i have longed to feel is here, if only for tonight. her tongue washes up the underside of my cock. i can feel her hot breath on the head as she waits before taking me in her mouth. she slowly and gently sucks me. i love watching her. she can be a master at the art when she wants to be. tonight she is working her magic. i watch her red highlights dance in the light.

with a slurping pop she lets me out of her mouth. the air in the room feels cold as i am released. she begins to drag her tongue up my body. so many sensations are forgotten, but suddenly brought back into focus. i want to touch her, feel her skin. i want to pull her to me, i want to flip her over and pound her little pussy. instead i must lay here at her mercy.

after she straddles me, she slowly jerks on my cock, each hand gliding up, one after another. i must have had a look of want in my face, because i saw a look of lust in her eyes, a look i have not seen in a long time. she rises up and lazily glides my cock head up and down her slit, circling at her clit.

with an open teasing mouth she place me at her entrance, but not letting me in. just fucking my head and nothing more. each time I try and raise my hips, she raises her and denies my entrance. when my head is arched back, she drops on top of me, taking me in one stroke. she yelps at taking me all. she sits still, then begins to grind her clit against me. raising her ass all the way off of me, to pound back down, grinding again. she sits up, grabbing her tits, pinching her hardened nipples. one hand reaches down to play with her clit, moving back and forth, quicker and with purpose.

i listen to the raspy tone of her voice, her quickening breathing.

“I am cumming baby, I . . . am. . . cumming” i listen and watch her. the flush color of her orgasm spreads across her chest.

she climbs off of me with a wicked grin. i watch as her fingers sink in her pussy, she fucks herself a couple of times with them before pulling them out. they drift under her nose – “damn i smelll good tonight”, then she runs them over my upper lip. she does smell good. as my twitching cock reminds me wondering its plight.

“don’t worry honey, I am not done with you yet” as she exits the room.

Unconscious Mutterings

My “virgin” attempt at uncosnscious mutterings

I say … and you think … ?

Nick :: shiny sharp blade
Focus :: on the pain
Police :: neighbor
Miles :: drive one more
Earn :: respect
Twice :: fucked over
Razor :: smooth skin
Personality :: strong
Dumped :: her fucking loss
Reliable :: me

Unconscious Mutterings

My “virgin” attempt at uncosnscious mutterings

I say … and you think … ?

Nick :: shiny sharp blade
Focus :: on the pain
Police :: neighbor
Miles :: drive one more
Earn :: respect
Twice :: fucked over
Razor :: smooth skin
Personality :: strong
Dumped :: her fucking loss
Reliable :: me

Bowling Night

I pull my t-shirt over my head and slide into my jeans (my shrink to fit 501’s baby) tucking the shirt in, and button them up one by one. my fingers running over my stiffening cock as i do, teasing myself. I cinch my belt in place. The song “steady as she goes” echos through my head. Zip up my sweatshirt. I look in the mirror and slick my fingers through my hair. The iPod in my mind shuffles to “beautiful”; I smile at myself. my cock is half hard, the fit of the jeans presses my balls against my cock increasing the pressure against the denim as i walk down the stairs. mmmm – not getting any harder, just keeping steady. my mind skips songs once again.

“if” beats in my mind walking down – it is the one song i like by her. it is deliciously nasty and somehow ‘wholesome’ if you will.

As I walk into the bowling alley, the music in my head is drowned out by random conversations, laughter; the crash of the balls on the sticks, and mechanical noises of of the racking machines. my eyes scan the people, seeking those faces that look familiar. I walk up to the bar and see A the bartender. As always her shirt has one too many buttons open with her copious tits begging to spill out. My cock throbs a little harder watching them move.

“Hey hun’ Miller Lite right?

“Yeah” I respond with a smile and wink tossing my money on the counter. her ring covered fingers taking it. “black betty” booms in the background from the jukebox. We have a short conversation about nothing, before i head to the table. man she has a nice rack.

two tables down blondie is bowling tonight. I smile, raising my beer to her and sit down. General bullshit conversation with the guys ensues. First 5 frames are shit, so I try to ignore the noise by turning up some “just one fix” in my mind. i was robbed on the first ball, but make a spare – better then nothing. i grab my beer and walk over to blondie. we had been trading glances and passing conversation since last year. we strike up a conversation, laughing back and forth, arm touches an arm, fingers glide over a knee.

second game, clean slate. First two are strikes “something is clicking” as my cock pluses in pride with me. my thirst to feeling it sinking into a wet pussy, to fuck it raw. my mind drifts to the images of that night; being a complete slut for someone. i look over at blondie with my own evil intent. eyeing her as she laughs, and following the curves of her body. mmmm – what we could do together baby – what would you do for me? not focusing on the sticks at the end of the lane, but on my primal lusts – three and four more strikes fall down. Dirty thoughts of black bikini panties, covering a quivering wet pussy carry me through the final game.

the last two games are winners for me, not so much for the team overall. I won’t share my secrets, not even for the team.

The droning beat of “Ooh la la” vibrates the car as i race home, gliding through the gears.

I come home with my cock throbbing in my jeans. my boxers wet with my precum from throughout the night. i sit on the couch and flip on the tivo, catch up on shit waiting for the wife to get home, trying to distract myself. i hear the creak of the van door and meet her at the door. I pull her in towards me. I kiss her before even saying hello and press myself against her, my cock fully hard and pulsing. she moans in my mouth feeling me. my foot kicks the door shut, guiding her over to the couch. both of us falling onto it.

as in the day in the woods, my mind races with images and words, but now just noticing them not focusing on any one of them. they are my dark secrets and drive my lusts, but now my wife is the object of my desire. Chords of “turn me on” dance in my head as i think of her.

Bowling Night

I pull my t-shirt over my head and slide into my jeans (my shrink to fit 501’s baby) tucking the shirt in, and button them up one by one. my fingers running over my stiffening cock as i do, teasing myself. I cinch my belt in place. The song “steady as she goes” echos through my head. Zip up my sweatshirt. I look in the mirror and slick my fingers through my hair. The iPod in my mind shuffles to “beautiful”; I smile at myself. my cock is half hard, the fit of the jeans presses my balls against my cock increasing the pressure against the denim as i walk down the stairs. mmmm – not getting any harder, just keeping steady. my mind skips songs once again.

“if” beats in my mind walking down – it is the one song i like by her. it is deliciously nasty and somehow ‘wholesome’ if you will.

As I walk into the bowling alley, the music in my head is drowned out by random conversations, laughter; the crash of the balls on the sticks, and mechanical noises of of the racking machines. my eyes scan the people, seeking those faces that look familiar. I walk up to the bar and see A the bartender. As always her shirt has one too many buttons open with her copious tits begging to spill out. My cock throbs a little harder watching them move.

“Hey hun’ Miller Lite right?

“Yeah” I respond with a smile and wink tossing my money on the counter. her ring covered fingers taking it. “black betty” booms in the background from the jukebox. We have a short conversation about nothing, before i head to the table. man she has a nice rack.

two tables down blondie is bowling tonight. I smile, raising my beer to her and sit down. General bullshit conversation with the guys ensues. First 5 frames are shit, so I try to ignore the noise by turning up some “just one fix” in my mind. i was robbed on the first ball, but make a spare – better then nothing. i grab my beer and walk over to blondie. we had been trading glances and passing conversation since last year. we strike up a conversation, laughing back and forth, arm touches an arm, fingers glide over a knee.

second game, clean slate. First two are strikes “something is clicking” as my cock pluses in pride with me. my thirst to feeling it sinking into a wet pussy, to fuck it raw. my mind drifts to the images of that night; being a complete slut for someone. i look over at blondie with my own evil intent. eyeing her as she laughs, and following the curves of her body. mmmm – what we could do together baby – what would you do for me? not focusing on the sticks at the end of the lane, but on my primal lusts – three and four more strikes fall down. Dirty thoughts of black bikini panties, covering a quivering wet pussy carry me through the final game.

the last two games are winners for me, not so much for the team overall. I won’t share my secrets, not even for the team.

The droning beat of “Ooh la la” vibrates the car as i race home, gliding through the gears.

I come home with my cock throbbing in my jeans. my boxers wet with my precum from throughout the night. i sit on the couch and flip on the tivo, catch up on shit waiting for the wife to get home, trying to distract myself. i hear the creak of the van door and meet her at the door. I pull her in towards me. I kiss her before even saying hello and press myself against her, my cock fully hard and pulsing. she moans in my mouth feeling me. my foot kicks the door shut, guiding her over to the couch. both of us falling onto it.

as in the day in the woods, my mind races with images and words, but now just noticing them not focusing on any one of them. they are my dark secrets and drive my lusts, but now my wife is the object of my desire. Chords of “turn me on” dance in my head as i think of her.