The new bed: Revisited

The new bed is not so new anymore. This thought occurred to me as I was stripping the bed yesterday after a Saturday morning fuck with L. It certainly wasn't an anticipated fuck; we were lying in bed drinking coffee and my thoughts were more focused on what the day's activities were to include. Before I knew it, L was draping her naked body across me (it's rare she sleeps nude, this was one of those moments) and made some type of remark on how she thought it would be a good idea for me to fuck her.

After a little prompting with her mouth as she sucked my soft cock into full hardness, I did just that. An on the top of the covers fuck, the morning sun shining in through the curtains, the sound of the tv in the living room where children were watching which helped drown out the sounds L were making.

The bed is a little over four years old now, and it still is a very comfortable bed; it's our solace, our happy place...and thought it has somewhat wavered in the last few months or so, the place where wonderful kinky things occur, things that no one in our close circles of family and friends would ever suspect.

What's remarkable is not necessarily what has happened in the bed over the last four years, but what has taken place outside of the bed and the changes in our relationship. The S and L that occupy the once new bed today are quite different than the S and L who broke in said new bed in February 2013.

Very little drama has unfolded in that bed over the years. There have been maybe, at best, a handful of arguments that have resulted in one of us sleeping in the bed and the other in some other location in the house. There have been times when L has been the sole occupant of the bed due to my travels. The bed has only been occupied by the two of us...we create fantasies, sometimes, of the bed being big enough for one more...but when those fantasies are acted upon it is in the safer location of a hotel room in some other city.

The once new bed has been home to hundreds of fucks...lazy weekend fucks, fast and furious lunchtime fucks where I barely bother to pull my pants down. Late at night fucks where we can take our time.

What's the life span on a bed? When does one start thinking about getting a new one? I suppose it is determined by level of activity. A bed in which its inhabitants are dormant probably lasts a lot longer than one where there is a lot of ... movement. Ours is still comfortable enough, but we can tell its been used a little.

Just a little.

It works though. It's our bed, after all. And I wouldn't want to be any other place.

I finished stripping the bed of our sheets, smelling strongly of our sex, and went out to the kitchen where my freshly fucked wife was happily making me breakfast.

A perfect head of hair

L is letting her hair grow out. It is almost as long as it was when I first met her, the difference being, when I first met her I did not do the things to her that I do now, and that long hair was not used to its full potential.

I just returned from a weekend trip and it seems that it is even longer than when it was when I left, if that is even possible. She's always been careful in the past whenever she gets her hair done to make sure there is enough...just enough...for me to grab.

But what she has now is much more substantial than being able to grab a small clump in my hands, what she has now is shoulder length hair and tonight she has a ponytail on the top of her head. I was just in the bedroom with her now relaxing and I grabbed it and jerked her head around a little. She asked what I planned on doing later. I told her to wait and see.

She has a lovely head of hair, and oh so perfect for pulling.

A perfect head of hair for me to grab in my hands and pull her towards me, my hungry mouth finding hers and our tongues intertwining...

A perfect head of hair for me to grab, quite forcefully, when she purposefully sasses me, and I jerk her firmly into her place, L letting out a soft "Ahhhh" that is part pleasure and pain....

A perfect head of hair for me to grab so I can force her head and mouth into places that I want them to be, mainly shoved down into my cock....

A perfect head of hair for me to hold on to as I forcefully fuck her mouth, gagging her as I shove myself as deep inside of her as I can, balls deep, holding her firmly in place, shoving in and out of her brutally, telling her what a good little cocksucker she is...

A perfect head of hair to grab so I can shove her face into the pillows, her raised ass over my legs, my free hand smacking her ass repeatedly...

A perfect head of hair to wrap my hands through as I fuck her hard from behind, jerking her head back in the same manner I do when she is collared and leashed...

A perfect head of hair that I swear is longer than it was just the other day, and she asked me what I planned on doing later with it, and I told her to wait and see....and as I write this, and think about the possibilities, later just might be sooner than I planned.

While the husband is away....

I travel a lot for my job, and sometimes L is able to travel with me which has led to some fabulous sexual adventures (threesomes in our hotel with anonymous men, sex clubs) that have been chronicled about in this blog before, that is not always the case. Sometimes she has to stay at home as was the case back in November when I was gone on an international business trip that was close to three weeks.

It is difficult to maintain the D/s dynamics in those situations, especially when a time zone difference is involved. I can be quite busy on these trips and perhaps not as responsive as L likes to me be.

So with this latest trip, I improvised in a very wicked way.

I posted an ad on Craigslist from L, stating that she was a bored housewife whose husband was away for work and she was looking for anonymous men to email her with vivd descriptions of how they would rape her when her husband was away. There was no deception. The ad did not promise any meeting, stated quite clearly what the purpose was yet it still got flagged for removal once, twice, and three times.

L got many, many responses. Some of them were pretty good, others fell into the typical Craigslist poorly written criteria of few words and a shitty dick picture. I monitored all of it as I have access to her email and I found it all to be rather arousing. Got off on it several times, actually.

As I said in the last post, our D/s dynamics have been struggling a bit lately but something about these email exchanges awoke my inner Dominant and, with a flight home tomorrow, I am more than eager to get back to L and pick things back up again. I am starving for her submissiveness, and, alone in my hotel room, I stroke my cock to images of her bound before me, her ass raised for whatever implement I choose to use on her. To say that I am eager to get home is an understatement.

I suspect when I get back home to L tomorrow and violate her to the moon and back, there will be other posts to follow.

Here's the ad I posted along with the photo that went with it.

Fuck Me With Your Words

Bored and very sexual housewife here with a husband is out of town, looking for a man who can email me and tell me in very vivid and explicit detail of how you would fuck me. I have rape fantasies and enjoy being dominated so don't hold back, the more forceful the better. Say things to me that will make me want to slide my hand under my panties and touch myself to your words. Make me a whore and a slut. Meeting up is not an option, but I might exchange emails if you are able to get me off. I'm very real (and very sexual!); temperatures were supposed to drop next week but now it looks like we'll be getting another snow storm.

Hurry! My pussy is already dripping thinking of how you might violate me....photo is of me if you need inspiration.