Uncooperative

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So I have been 'out of commission' for some time now, well around 3 weeks to be precise. At first I was so exhausted from sleep deprivation the concept of sex was the very last thing on my mind.Then after a little longer I felt my interest start to wane, something in my mind was accepting this lack of intimacy and making me want it less and less. Since the birth of my daughter (9 1/2 months ago) I have had no drop in my libido although the instances where my husband and i had enough alone time to relieve our lust were few and far between we still managed to fit a quickie in every now and then. Until the last two months where my body has decided to be completely uncooperative and be out of action for 3 weeks at a time with a month off in the middle. These long stretches of forced abstinence have been playing havoc with my mind, never before have I been so completely uninterested in being touched then wanting it with every fibre of my being, but able to be satisfied this lust usually dissipate or turns inward to frustration and anger. This might also have something to do with the epic case of writers block I have been experiencing. Fingers crossed everything sorts itself out soon so I can be ravaged or I might loose my mind completely.

Once Upon A Time - Based on a True Story

Last Wednesday we spent an afternoon together, it had been so long, we were jittery with excitement! Here is a small snippet:


I lick my lips and run my hands over your arse, chuckling quietly to myself as you moan and wriggle. The sight of you on all fours in front of me makes my entire body buzz with anticipation. I continue to stroke your arse and thighs, enjoying the effect my attention is having on you. Then without warning I bring my hand down on your right cheek, hard! The resulting slap noise makes me grin, you gasp then moan. I go back to stroking your arse. I repeat, until you have wonderful red hand marks covering both cheeks. 

There is now a very pleasing wet patch on the bed from your now dripping precum. I reach over and grab the rubber paddle, knowing you can't see what I'm holding or about to do I grin to myself. Then without warning I bring the paddle down hard on your arse cheek, you yelp and jump. I gentle stroke the rising welt, then bring it down on the other side. Each time I stop and gentle stroke the red patches. I repeat. Then I grab the butt plug and some lube, you squirm as you feel the cold liquid drip down your arse cheeks, then I very very slowly the tip inside you, then gently I work in the rest till it is buried deep inside you. I sit back to admire my handy work. 

And so it continued, on and on until you couldn't handle the teasing any longer... 

A day dream of bondage

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Thoughts have been racing through my mind all day. Scattered and jumbled, I sought to define and identify the root of my thoughts. And so, after a day of musing, I realised they all based themselves around the concept of bondage. Specifically myself being tied up and ravaged by my husband and a mystery woman. This was a new fantasy (and yes after identified it turned to fantasy) for me, not the being tied up part but the extra participant. The fact that it was a woman was not the confusing part, I have had several female lovers in my past, not only that but who was she and how had she invaded my mind so completely that she turned up in this fantasy!

The way she had stroked my hair in tandem with my husband had felt so tender, so intimate even without touching any other part of my body. As I day dreamed I could almost feel the ropes cutting into my writs and ankles as I strained to move closer to my tormentors was scorched into my thoughts. I felt mesmerized by the curves of her body and the muscles of his, watching her dark hair flow over her ivory skin. A knowing smile passed between them and they lent in to longingly kiss each other. I could hardly stand being unable to reach out and caress them, to explore their bodies with my tongue and to have them explore mine with theirs. Every inch of me ached for more, I didn't care if it was a gentle touch or a rough squeeze or a slap. I had to have more, I needed their hands on me! 

Sadly the fantasy never progressed further than this mind melting, toe curling, ache to be touched. Maybe I will be able to continue this fantasy next time I drift off and float away to my own little sordid, bound, tormenting day dream.

The Marks of Love

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Now personally I love the feeling of a lovers teeth sinking into various parts of my body and I wear the resulting marks with satisfaction and pride. The other day I left two very impressive, very obvious bite marks on my husbands neck. The next morning he examined them with pride and congratulated me on how impressive they were. 

              Not thinking he left for work.

Apparently his work mates were shocked that he, a married man and father, had bite marks given to him by his wife! One colleague even said he hoped they were given to him by me. This comment truly rubbed me the wrong way, even if it was meant innocently, I felt it alluded to the stereotype that married couples don't have great, wild, satisfying sex and the only conceivable way he had acquired a bite mark was from some other source. Don't get me wrong, with a young daughter it is very very hard to find enough time to indulge in a wild romp of any significant length, but still I felt angry that such a stereotype exists and is constantly enforced by the various forms of media.

So I say to all people out there that do not think married couples have wild sex that leaves the delightful marks on eachothers bodies..

Screw you, 

Yes we're married

Yes we have a daughter

Yes we have fantastic, mark leaving, mind blowing, adventurous sex!