A Change in the Pace

Looking back to the early days of our marriage, I remember that my wife really wants to take it hard. I would ram my prod lancer into her with so much strength she virtually bounced from the bed 6 inches into the air. I pushed my cock right up the end of her vagina that she screamed with pleasure as her insides swallowed my manhood with gusto. And when she came, she slapped my ass like a jockey spurring her horse to gallop, I re-slammed my hips onto hers with such speed I think it’s not an exaggeration that I got the hummingbird’s flapping in mind when I did so.

After the first, my continuous momentum with provoke multiple orgasms in her, with her scratching my back, biting my neck, sucking hard at my ear, and leave my man-boobs smarting from her nails. I was always a great sight for a woman to derive pleasure from my manly moves. I take pride that I am indeed a great lover. My unique scimitar shaped cock always tapped at her G-spot just above the opening opposite the back curve of her vagina. My hips had always been bandy and flexible, which is very obvious in case you see me gyrating at the dance floor. Plus my correct breathing, my body becomes a virtual orgasm machine. Her moans of increasing pleasure are music to my ears.

Now, it’s different, after her first orgasm, she doesn’t slap my ass like a jockey’s. She takes hold of my love handles with her hands, and controls my thrust so that I moved like the waves of the oceans lapping at the shores of Boracay. I now make the sensuous slow dance of a male stripper. With just a few slow but surface to surface connections of my phallic head to her G-spot, her eyes flutter with ecstacy, and groans her oh-ohs all the more huskier. Now I don’t have to ride her like a locomotive, but just like the first speed of a rodeo machine. I could feel acutely the sliding of my good hard cock into her nethermouth, making me forgot the assholes of the world and just concentrating on the heaven she spreads out for me. I don’t say fuck when I fuck. I say, “You’re so good, Honey, oh this is soooooooooooo goooooooood!”

And since I work hard at the office, I don’t come in her in the weekdays, but in the weekends. That’s when I unload probably so much come compared to my ejaculations when we did it everyday. I could see my white semen overflowing after she enjoyed my hot come spill in her hot vagina which she likes so much, and I get turned on again when she lathers the smooth sperm all over her pussy. I get hard again and shoot my cock into her salivating vagina until I get limp and parked in her carwash.

Man, I’m such a good fucker.

Blog Entry? I Don’t Care If You Write About Me As Long As You Do It Me Like You’re Supposed To

Well, this is a wee bit embarrassing to say here but his is just what my Wife actually said to me last June 3 evening. She even thinks it’s a bit kinky, that others knew how she is being pleasured, the mere thought of being read makes her wet.

Anyway, before my Wife said that, she was actually totally out of the mating loop. So what I did was, to answered the question, “What’s in a Kiss?” an erogenous zone closest to the brain gotta to have some clout. Hovering over her body like a bat, I sucked on her red lower lip. Then I tapped my wet tongue on it inside my mouth with vibrating speed. That somehow electrified her because when she woke, her eyes were very wide. That’s when she just let me while shhe stroked her hands all over my torso, her smooth silver nighties and undies cool to my skin and hard shaft, dry bumping her with a mind of its own.

“This is going to be my blog entry”, I teased.
“What? You write ‘us’ on a blog entry? Oh, cool. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me good like you’re supposed to, my good fucker”, her voice was husky but deadly.

I had a new sex style in mind for her. Right now she did not want me licking her cunt, her favorite first course. She wanted my cock in ASAP. I placed my mouth inches from my ole pacifier with pubes, spat a wad of hot viscous saliva on my Venus slide, spreading it on the lips with a deft finger. She made purring sounds. Then I opened her legs, raised them, the backs resting on my shoulders., while I sat before my wife’s pussy. I massaged her organ with my Apollo Boneapart, hand held.
“Ooh, hot cock!” She snarled like an Amazon leopard.

In he goes. Wet hot electric chocolatey carbonated rave pop hit sensations transmitted from my pole hard organ to my intellectual brain. By Sitzfuckieg I could see my wife’s different facial and bodily reactions to my regular faithful thrusts. The lioness’ stare while touching my swinging navel. The face turning right and left with the contractions of the first orgasm. Eyes closing and neck showing as I squeeze her boobs while I fuck. Her fingernails biting my elbow with multiple O number 10. her pounding my chest as I dive into her faster than a locomotive. This didn’t tire me at all since all movement was on my hips only, with an occasional adjustment of weight with arms and hands.

Without placing weight on her, her feeling of my Apollo zooming in her body monopolized all sensation. Both of us had the freedom of motion and from gravity.

Her insides got tighter and tighter with the 30th O (She told me before sometimes there were so many she lost count.). Now, my pleasure of her, the sight of her lust unchained and possessing became unbearable. Sweat poured from her legs pointed to heaven. She slapped my horseracing ass, echoing in the voyeur night.
“Ooh, babes, I’m gonna come.”
“Go on, HFL, you fucker. Want that cum, all of it.”
“Oh oh oh aaaaaahhhhhhh aahh ahh ah”, I hoped my roans didn’t wake the children, or her mom, especially not her.

I leaned on my hands above her half-closed eyes and lip-licking tongue. It took a while. My warm sperm filled hher up good. I just stayed like that, watching sup it up and my Apollo snug inside her.

After her reverie, an eyebrow told me to pull out.
“Ooh!” That’s everytime I pulled it out. Our naked bodies exchanged electric warmth in the cold night air.

Inquistition of Licuntus Amorlongus for Crimes Against Chastity

I, Licuntus, shall contest the allegations hurled against me by the moral but hypocritical authorities, these so-called guardians of feminine virtue and gallantry. I shall answer point by point their incriminatory questions in the name of the common good and societal modesty.

How dareth they wrong and debase my professorship of attaining sexual satisfaction and my advocacy for loyalty between husband and wife as these wolves in sheeps’ clothing unconscionably invaded my private quarters without a warrant. How they vilifieth and burneth my books and letters in the public square and interrogated my apprentices in irons! Hath they the gall to muzzle the freedom of speech so as to maintain the freedom of speech so as to maintain the status quo of sexual ignorance, hence continued negligence of our most significant other?

The gallant and most chivalrous pastor Master Bathi Ambidexterus brandeth me the purveyor of licentiousness and moral depravity. My brother scholar, what art more debauch than the public display of violence in Shakespeares’ play, where Caesar was stabbed in the back by big men? And Caesar saying, “Et tu, Brute?” If thou art sincere in thy moral guardianship, I dare thee to chain the doors of the brothel of Madame Pimperella, where amongst the patrons is a doddering old man that lookst like thee.

The local magistrate, the most eligible senior bachelor, the very virile Chasegerli Tryahardi, dubbeth my teachings as not baseth on scholarly study, that my methods art fit for the effeminate as they hath no efficacy whatsoever.

On the first part of thy diatribe, Machisimo, I so verily totally agree! No, indeed no. Mine intimate knowledge cometh not from books and bespectacled mentors, from churchmen, or from institutions. They cometh exclusively from my sensitivity and wealth of experience. If experience art never the best mentor for thee, it surpriseth me not thou hast never known what thy Lady Marmalade, thy wife for many years, desireth, but that I hath copiously filleth in thy absence. Thou forgive her though as she hath patience plenty for thy ineptitude.

As for the second part of thy insult, I hold as my witness 50 women and 101 men who hath receiveth and applieth my sexual strategies and shall testify to their sexual fulfillment.

The other detractors, I found thee beneath my notice to merit a counter.

My rationale for mine instruction of the younger generation, is that I believeth the task hath been placeth in mine hands to pass on my knowledge lest it perish in choking conservatism and self-assured complacency.

Sex for mine advanced age art a bonus, a parting gift, however for the young, my apprentices and their ladies, to them, like any human capability or skill, sex must be placeth under scrutiny and be perfecteth, even if only partly, for I too acknowledge human finiteness.

Despite of what thy sayeth to the contrary, I shall enlighten my apprentices with my expertise.

Licuntus Amorlongus

A Fantasy, Reality, What’s the Difference?

Yeah, I see you, wearing that orange Jessica Simpson short shorts, rolling around in your roller blades. You look at me, you find my tan and my dark eyes sinister looking with a touch of college lightheartedness.

We’re on the street but there seem to be nobody passing on a sunny afternoon. Then I got an idea.

I want to have a quick fuck. I’ve pleasured you so many times so can I have some fast pumping? That candy ass of yours is enticing me.

You oblige. You roll to a red brick wall that matches your pink tank top, your blond hair blazing on the background. You turn around and slowly pull down you shorts. Then your pink panties. They’re on your ankles now. I need to wear shades as your round tight ass reflects the sun with tiny beads of sweat. You place two hands on the wall, and you grind your thang at me like an exotic. I still don’t come near, but I put down my pants and my probe is up and hard.

Think kinky thoughts, the things we used to do. Licking your ass cheeks, mashing your breasts, kissing your mouth hard. Make yourself wet for me for a change.

You do. You pull your top up over your boobs and mash them. You close your eyes and remember the gangbangs that wasted you, but only I was the one man demolition gang. I am Launcelot, the strength of ten jerk offs and more. Now I see you vertical lips moisten!

Before you know it you feel my strong hands grab your hips and a hard knob sink fast into your deep temple.

Ah ah ah ah oh oh oh oh you’re fucking me oh oh ah ah ah

You can feel it hard inside interfacing with your sweet flesh and making electric pleasure flow lightspeed to your brain. You feel my hand on your breast, my hot breath on your nape. Your body shakes with my every blow.

Ah ah ah ah um um ooh ooh oooh ooooh ooooooohhhhhh

I’m coming now baby faster now

Oh yeah? oh oh oh oh oh ooh oooooohhhhhh

Here it is ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ohh goooood sooo gooood.

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You wake up, here I am, fast asleep beside you. You study the features of my face, you never got tired of me, your lover for nine years. You played with my nose. I shift. I put an arm over you, hug you tight. It’s cold outside. You say to yourself, okay, let’s sleep some more.