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We headed up to the mountains to see some snow. I know, many of you have had enough of snow already this winter, but we live in the desert, so the idea of cuddling up in a snowy cabin for a Valentine's getaway appealed to me. We arrived past midnight the first night, and by the time we had settled in I was too wiped for any hanky panky.
Cock WorshipI made up for it the next morning, waking my husband with his favorite (nail scratching on the back) then reaching between his legs to play with his balls (he was lying on his belly). I felt as the skin hardened and tightened, then reached further to find the base of his shaft. That brought him fully awake and he rolled over to give me full access. I licked around the rim, then long strokes from balls to tip, then I took him fully into my mouth, alternately exploring the insides of my cheeks, and the back of my throat with his length. When my jaw grew tired, I popped off and used my hand, rubbing the tip with my thumb as I slid up and down with my palm. We continued this way for a while-- sucking, then stroking until he started to make loud noises. He said later when he realized he could make loud noises for once, it set him free. He thrashed around when he came, rubbing the pillow all over his face as he bellowed. I felt quite pleased with myself. Nope, no swallow though. Mrs. Soft Bottom, you're still ahead of me on that one.
I made paleo crepes for breakfast (almond flour, egg and coconut milk in case you were wondering) with berries on top and we had coffee and tea and lounged around enjoying the fire and a day without demands. I stayed in lace spankies and thigh highs most of the morning until cold won out and I actually dressed.
Dinner conversation got a little heated as we debated metaphysics, collective consciousness and fate, but a little chocolate fondue straightened us out. Afterward I went to the bedroom to put on fishnet thigh highs and then laid on the bed awaiting further instructions.
He picked up Conina's flogger and flogged me all over, including the lady parts (as Faerie would call them) and then moved onto the leather paddle, which is stingy but light. He walked around the other side of the chair and ordered me to suck his cock while he spanked with the paddle. Super hot. The angle wasn't great for my neck, but being spanked while giving head: priceless.
Sex and Anal SexAfter that he finger fucked me while still spanking with the paddle, which was delicious and then he took me from behind, in my kneeling position, which ended up being the perfect height. I was beyond orgasmic at that point, enjoying again the ability to fully vocalize for a change.
We moved into our favorite lap dance position, but my fishnets were a little too slippery for me to have any traction on the floor.
Adjourning to the bedroom, he ordered me to bend over the bed and I heard him going for the lube. "Are you going to fuck me in the ass?" I said, knowing he likes when I talk dirty. "I want you to fuck me in the ass." (Just call me porn star renee)
"Yeah, I am." He squirted the lube and then worked a butt plug into me while I'm half out of my mind. He entered me too, and I'm now thinking that the double-penetration is my favorite thing on earth (next to the pussy spanking and spanking while giving head, and... :) )
He pulled out the plug and entered my back hole, being careful not to be too rough. It was intense, delicious and magnificent. He orgasmed, I orgasmed, the universe might have orgasmed with us. Because of a comment Julia made about the squeezing of an orgasm during anal sex being too strong for her husband, I kept my muscles relaxed during orgasm and realized that this was the same feeling I'd had last time with the phantom orgasm. I'm curious to hear if others go into full lock-down spasm in an anal sex orgasm? Or is that too much for your partner? (or for your anus?)