Slice of life

Hi all. I'm still here. Keeping things light and enjoying the warm weather. Just a little descriptive piece to keep in practice.

He knew I wanted it, I had put on a nightie. I don't usually wear nighties, I'm a pajama girl. I put on a nightie when I'm going to get fucked and then it comes off. If I want to be subtle about wanting some, I'll put one on, sans panties. OK so maybe I'm not all that subtle. It's more subtle than saying, “Hey, wanna fuck?” which I've been known to do.

So I'm prancing around in this burgundy thing he bought me. There's not much there, a rectangle of sheer fabric in the front and one in the back and a couple of ties in between. Maybe I flounced a little. Maybe I stood in front of the TV. Not that I'd ever do that on purpose.

He picked up the remote and shut the TV off.

“Well come on then,” he said, walking into the bedroom.

“Why? Is it bedtime?” I asked.

He grabbed me roughly and I giggled. His beard rough on my face as he kissed me. We tongued and then he spun me around, pushing me over the side of the bed.

“Ass up,” he commanded.

Uh oh.

I did as he commanded.

“Higher,” was all he said.

I pushed my chest down to the mattress. He went into the bath and came out with a towel and the jar of coconut oil. He put the towel under me and I heard him unbuckle his pants, then them falling to the floor.

“Do you want the back door?” I asked.

“What do you think,” he replied as he started rubbing oil on my asshole.

“Rub yourself,” he said and I started playing with my clit.