The Late Shift

Was it a dream or was it real…? My husband works the late shift and gets home around 10:30 in the evening. One night last week, he called to say that he would be home later than usual, probably ’round 1 or 2 in the morning. I expressed my sadness at the situation and asked him if he could hurry home because I was horny beyond belief. As I went to sleep that night, I tossed and turned at the desire for some good lovin’. I laid there in bed with a satin sleeper enjoying the soft touch of the material against my body. Laying down I wanted so desperately to cum, I began to explore the realm of pleasure in my own touches. It began with a soft caress of my breast. My hands sensually touched and massaged my breast till my nipples were erect and hard. The touch of my own hands on my breast through my satin sleeper made me even hornier. I began to circle my now hard nipples with my fingertips heightening the pleasure even more. Continue reading The Late Shift

Endorphin Rush

To be held, while fingers barely brush the tips of my hair there – the first hint of approach – just enough to make me anticipate what’s coming next. Tingling shocks run through me as I start to blossom and warm. Cupping me so I absorb the warmth of your hand – no movement yet. Then slight pulsing motions that I return with involuntary pulses of my own. Continue reading Endorphin Rush

Summer daydreams

It’s summer, and I’ve been lying in bed masturbating. The window is open and the morning sun and warm air feel delicious on my fair skin. I notice that the ropes are moving on the window washers rig. I grab the silk, fringed shawl that’s hanging on a chair and go to lean out the window.

He is there. Sandy haired, strong and lithe, sitting enjoying the sun. I notice his jeans are open and his cock is hard in the sunlight. I lean out the window, smiling, the shawl barely around my shoulders, not really covering my breasts as they sway against the buildings brick facade. He turns to look at me and I smile. He is not ashamed, makes no move to cover himself. Instead, he gently comes over to me, stands in front of me so that I am now eye level with his cock. It is hard and is reaching towards me. I, in turn, reach out and touch it. When I do, he puts his hands on my hair, touches the long, blond strands as though they were silk. His hand traces slowly down the sides of my head as I cradle his balls in my hand, and slowly stroke his shaft from base to tip. I put my hand around it, give a little tug and he gets the idea. Continue reading Summer daydreams

Letting Go

What really gets me going when I have the sense that I’m allowed to enjoy being animalistic and that I’m allowed to relax without having to worry that my partner thinks I’m fat or too horny or unfeminine.  Essentially, when I feel permission to be as unabashed as possible is when I feel sexy.  Also, when I feel my partner is in touch with my body I am encouraged to be in touch as well. Continue reading Letting Go