Unfucking believable
Fucking unbelievable
The story below happened last night. It’s a real sex story from my marriage. I don’t usually share posts so close in timing to when they happen, nor do I share a paid, explicit story this close to the last (it’s been 3 weeks, but I shoot for 4). I don’t usually write in second person. But I couldn’t help myself. It was so great. I had to relive it.
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This week, I have another Praxxxis post coming.
Next week, I have (totally free) thoughts on maternal mortality and lovemaxxing coming…
You knew you’d have unfucking believable sex that night when you hugged him that morning. First Choice was playing. You two locked hip bones and moved in sync with the beat. Then made out in front of your kids. You laughed. The sun was in your eyes, but you looked into his.
That full-body high stayed with you all day. Radiating out from your chest, crotch, and the skin on your face. Until you were alone…
The sun is down. Your kids are asleep, passed out far earlier than usual due to jet lag. You’d spent weeks in other beds, prioritizing other people, outside of your routine. So when he shuts the kids’ door, and leads you to the bed — your bed — you only think of yourselves. How badly you want his mouth on you and yours on him.
You take off all your clothes. No thinking. No hesitation. You crawl on top of him. You pull the duvet over. It feels surreal to be there, hidden from everything.
Your bodies are freshly bathed. The sheets are clean. Everything feels soft, and dry, and fresh. You fold around one another, rubbing up and down and around. The cuddling, fondling, dial the body high up. You are buzzing.
He grabs your hips and shoves you up the bed. You smile at his casual strength and control. He shifts your hips, stacking them, so he can bring his face against you while still admiring your butt. He loves your butt.
He kisses you between the legs. You yank the duvet back over you, where you thought it belonged. You stretch your legs out, looping your ankles around his calves, petting the backs of them with the tops of your feet.
