Over the top, shrieking, quivering, head board banging, fingernail raking, pull my hair sex is fantastic and I do love it when I can get it. And I do get it often enough and I thoroughly enjoy it that is if I am in control of my senses enough to actually savour each thrust or penetration of my sex starved body. That is sex in its most animalistic form and when I can have it or crave it that is what I will seek. It isnโt every night and possibly not every week that I set out to achieve that sort of sex frenzy but when it happens it has me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. Oh yes lust sex or just frenzied fucking is something I love. I have it with my husband and I have it with EB and it is the kind of to die for sex. ๐
I had been thoroughly fucked by my husband that morning who was in all of his glory and form ๐ and I could barely stand to put my panties on over my stirrup leggings. But I did and all my nerves were on fire as I drove to the shop. My husband fucked me and it felt good. It was the kind of sex that would have quenched my desire for sex satisfied it for quite some time and it left me in a very content mood as I drove to the shop. Steve had done his job proper Charly and I was a โhappy camperโ and there wasnโt a spot or place on my body that hadnโt been attended to and tweaked in every way possible. I had been fucked by Steve and I know I have said this several times already.
Last night was delivery night and EB was over to lend a hand with the delivery. There was no doubt that I would want to have an enema with EB at the very least. And I would most certainly have gone down on him because that is something I enjoy and I know he does too. The curling of his toes and the taste of his ejaculate are very good indicators of how much he enjoys this with me. ?
Things were done and said by EB that put him to the fore in my mind later that morning and they struck a chord within me. Part of why I love the men that I fuck is that they are more than just a penis and for the longest time when I was growing up men were portrayed as the sort depicted by the Marlboro Man or John Wayne or Jack the Ripper. Certainly not the โsugar and spice and everything niceโ that little girls are made of. Itโs not very fair to these lot who put up with our moods and such and it took a bit of time and falling in love with my husband to get over the very Catholic upbringing I was subjected to. Luckily, I had parents who questioned that dogma as I grew up and they saw that they had an opportunity to undo what had been done to them. Now, they have a slut to show for it. ๐
I asked EB to try to be a bit early for the delivery and it was fortunate that he could get away just a bit earlier. ๐น I made sure that our enema bags were full and hanging at the ready so that we could have a quick enema prior to the delivery. I wasnโt feeling lustful or having those uncontrollable urges that had been slaked by my husbands skillful and very satisfying fucking he gave me that morning. But things I learned from and about EB struck a chord in me that saw me meeting him at the back door wearing nothing by my cozy gripper socks and holding a glass of water and a little blue pill. ๐ ๐น
I locked the door behind him as he took the pill and drank the water and then he followed me up the stairs, he always follows me up the stairs. I wonder why? ? We set to our enemas straightaway and I always love the feel of his slipping my enema nozzle into my bum. It takes about an hour for the little blue pill to work its magic but I had been taught that some stimulation beforehand and TLC made the desired effects even better with a little bit of finesse on the part of the intended benefactor, me, of the little blue pill. ๐ In short, I was doing what is known as a โcock teaseโ and EB is very visual and tactile and I have found, or was taught by a very skilled woman in the arts of EB, how to set the little blue pill to be more influenced by the best sex organ EB possesses, his mind. ๐น
I did a lot of touching, caressing, sucking, kissing, fondling, of EB as we enjoyed our enemas and I was sorely tempted to go down on him but we had to watch the clock. But I didnโt because, as well as I had been fucked by my husband that morning, EB or who EB is to me, had caused me to have โthatโ ache. I had the foresight to fill and hang my enema bag for what I wanted after the delivery. ?
We got the delivery out of the way in record time and I was naked almost before the loading dock door had secured and the delivery people had driven off. The need for EB was very much there and if I had left an article of clothing in the loading dock bay area, I did not care. EB did follow me up the stairs, a polite man if ever there was one, and I made the few steps to the bed where my enema bag was hanging and handed him my nozzle. I bent over the bed and EBโs touch is deft and his parting of my bum cheeks and insertion of the nozzle into my anus and rectum was electric and the feel of it resonated with the ache I was already feeling within. I felt that twinge or tingle that I get when an orgasm begins to well up within me.
The enema tube was in my bum when I turned to him and we embraced. I pressed my pussy against him and he pressed back towards me and I felt that the Viagra was or had done its job. ๐ ๐ ๐น Our kiss found me pressing myself and โgrindingโ on him and that set me off and made it damned hard to stay standing. And I did not want fabric burns on me and especially not when I was so tender and so I began to take down his pants and underwear. His penis was now a cock and that ache was in my pussy and we were moving about so that I would end up on my back with him between my legs and with me going to fuck this man.
I felt EB start to reposition himself to slip his mouth down to my pussy but I saw and felt that his cock wanted more and I had it to give to him. ๐ He started to ask if I shouldnโt reconsider but I shushed that thought right out at the first syllable he started to utter. I was still so very tender and raw from fucking my husband but when the tip of EBโs cock made contact with my wet slit, slid inside of me, and the weight of his body settled down and I could fee my clit responding, began my first orgasm. And EB had only just entered me and I was cumming. ๐ EB didnโt know it, maybe I didnโt either, but EB had been mind fucking me all that day and his cock in my pussy was just โmaking it realโ for me. For an instant I considered having the enema nozzle removed from my ass and replaced by EBโs cock but the way he presses into me put that notion out of my head. His cock was in my pussy and that was where it was going to stay.
And so we fucked. ๐น ๐น ๐น
Unlike that morning with my husband, I was able to think and feel and consciously enjoy my fucking from EB. The movement and pressing of his cock inside of my pussy against that spot that he just knows were to be was something I could โfollowโ and savour and there was no lack of goosebumps as we fucked. I could actually tell him with my own words that what and how he was fucking me as so very enjoyable and wondered if he was feeling the same. ๐น He was. ? ๐น I was โconsciousโ the whole time and in some ways a contrast with the way I was fucked by my husband that morning.
Before EB let himself go too far, and before I realized what he was doing, he was reading me and โgettingโ how I wanted to be fucked right then. ? EB paced himself so that I could โget mineโ a few more times and before my body insisted that we take him over the top with us. ๐ And there we went. ๐น ๐น ๐น ๐น ๐น
My legs were wrapped around EB and I was holding him in my arms when he reached around and unclamped my enema hose all of the way. It was nothing to have it all rush into me and I took it with ease and would have had room for more. I didnโt really want to but I uncrossed my legs from around EB and felt him withdrawing his satisfied penis from my very satisfied vagina and I kissed and thanked him and told him that I โneeded thatโ. ?
And I did. In truth, EB had said and done things I needed to respond to and tell him what I felt, and simple words would not have done it. Saying what was on my mind with just words or a hug or a kiss just wouldnโt touch on what and how he made me feel. ๐น Just as I had used my body to express to my husband that morning that he totally, utterly, invariably rocks my world and being a total slut and sex starved whore for him was best said with my unabashed and unashamed fucking of him. ๐น ๐ ๐น
Sex is definable in a dictionary. Sexual intercourse is part of that definition.
But fucking is an interpretation of sexual intercourse and is almost always unique to the moment and the setting and the partner. ๐น ๐