I Smell Sex and Candy, Yeah.
Yesterday was an amazing day.
It started out great because we had one of those early morning fuckings wherein he yanks me out of a deep sleep by poking his dick in me and mauling on my boobs. Srsly better than any alarm clock in the world, don’t you think? Except he ended up with an orgasm exertion headache, poor baby. I didn’t though! I was fine and dandy.
Then we went into town and bummed around, and he took me out for lunch so we could visit for a bit with our favorite slut waitress before we headed home. And then when we got home, he fucked me AGAIN! One of those great romps from behind, with fingernails in the back and hair pulling and hard, hard, HARD thrusting that practically rearranged my internal organs.
Then we fell asleep -in the middle of that day- woke up and decided to go to the circus!
I’m almost 40 years old and I’ve never been to the circus. I have no idea how this circus compares to other circuses but I thought it was so much fun. There were dancing elephants, and lions and tigers and performing dogs and trick ponies, and highwire acts and motorcycles in the cage and tumblers and jugglers and and and…
…and I had cotton candy, popcorn, peanuts, soda. Why hello there, wasted week at the gym! How YOU doin’?
I think I was more excited than the 5 year old sitting behind me. At one point, Master turned to me, laughing at my glee, and asked me if I was enjoying reliving a childhood moment. When I told him I’d never been to a circus and was living it the first time, he got such an expression of shock and sadness and.. something.. on his face. Then he bought me more cotton candy and a snow cone and held my hand.
He’d make a great daddy dom, I think.
So. Much. Fun. Srsly.
We got home late, stayed up for a bit doing nothing, went to bed around 1 or 2 AM, I guess. And then sometime in the dark, early early morning, I woke to his hand gently but persistently pushing my head downward. “Crawl down and sleep between my legs.” he said, a position that used to be a regular nighttime ritual, me sleeping with his limp cock tucked right into my mouth. I did, not even opening my eyes I was so tired. I slid down and nestling my head on his thigh, lips right near his cock, hair tickling over his scrotum, my heavy, rhythmic breathing fanning warmly over his groin. In short order he was thick, and rigid, his hips starting to spontaneously thrust, so I sat up and took him in my mouth, sucking soft and slow, licking, teasing, enjoying his groans of appreciation.
“Do you want to climb up and ride that?” he asked, and since I could think of nothing I’d like to do more than climb up and ride him, I did so, settling him inside of me before he grabbed my hips and pressed me down, pushing himself deeper, painfully so, inside my somewhat sore and tender cunt.
With my hands fisted around the bars of the headboard, my breasts dangled free and unprotected in his face, too tempting to not attack, I guess, as he grabbed and squeezed, pinched and pulled, and guided me up and down his cock by lifting and pulling my nipples. I gasped, groaned, whimpered, hissed, and generally gave him every reaction he enjoys as my pussy twitched in response to the pain. When my legs gave out, unable to keep up with the pace of the tit pulling and I fell against him, sweating and exhausted, he held me and sat up, cradling me in his lap, still tucked deep inside me and began rocking me back and forth, my arms tight around his shoulders, his hands cupping my ass, pushing and pulling, and when I came, I arched my back so hard I fell backward on the bed, and without missing a stroke he was over me, in me, fucking me, pressing my legs up and open, until, with a hard grunt, he yanked me up by my hair, shoved his warm, wet cock in my mouth and came in my throat while my senses filled with the combined taste of us, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.
Then we curled up together and went back to sleep, until such a time as the sun was up and coffee called us awake.
The bedroom smells like sex and candy. I may not fix that. It makes me smile everytime I go in there. I don’t know why this clashing of our libidos has happened, but goddamn is it ever nice. We can’t seem to get enough of each other, the more we do it the more we want it.
I’m not gloating (this time) so much as I’m reveling in the connection. It’s been sorely missed as we each were bogged down in our personal stresses and worries. This is better, so much better.
~cunt
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Sunday May 2nd, 2010 9:15am
good for you !!!!
happy weekend all round wouldn’t you say?? (cheeky grin)
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What a tender, moving story. Thank you.
the part about his reaction to your confessing this was your first circus? SO so sweet.
I wonder if the planets or stars are in some cosmic sexual alignment because around here things have definitely heated up around here as well. All I can to is send a metaphorical high five across the continent. Woot!
x
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Kaya, this makes me much happier than what you have been posting recently.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
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xantu, I was thinking the same thing… either way, WOOO hooray! This is awesome news
[rq=2859247,0,blog][/rq]If this is what getting older entails, I am NOT INTERESTED.
-noddin like a bobblehead doll- Good stuff! You never did give me that info, btw! Did you add this new addy? Even get that email?
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I don’t think I got whatever email you are talking about…
Resend?
Dear Kaya -
I’m coming out of Lurkerville (again) to tell you that your story almost made me cry. It’s so great, what you and your Master have, and you put it into words so well.
xox,
a.
My world is right again.
Glad to hear you guys are back “in the saddle”
Did the kids go with you to the circus?
Am did, yeah. Jes isn’t home yet and B-man didn’t want to come along and went to a friends house instead.
Incredible. I loved hearing about your day and I love that you two are doing better. It makes me less stressed. =)
Kaya,
You’re not the only person who never went to a circus as a child. Some of us still haven’t. Glad you had fun.
Dave
oh, what’s an orgasm headache?
Here:orgasm headache
Awwwww what a great story! Glad you guys are back on track
What a wonderful day! That is true life romance, better than any book.
Jeez, that sounds really wonderful, all of it – the circus, the sex! What a fun weekend! I agree with Kelly, better than any book – your writing is so good!
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This is making me smile. Just happy squees
xx
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Posts like this one keep me hopeful. Thanks for sharing.
Glad to see that happy days are here again for the two of you!
*hug*