Cum, Spunk, Jizz

CumI had my tubes tied and my insides essentially burned out because of period problems. I can’t have any more children, but trust me, The Socialites are enough. Buying them each a car will be enough. Putting them through college will be enough. Another child would take away from what TH and I can give to them. TH and I made the decision not to have any more children.

I was pregnant at a young age and received the blessing of Irish twins. I’m 34 and have children almost half my age. I spent my entire life avoiding cum. Even with protection, there have been scares.

Since my surgery, TH and I have enjoyed the pleasures of what cumming inside me can bring. We’ve not been held back by fear of unexpected pregnancy. TH can thrust inside me until he’s ready to spill his seed inside me. I can feel his cum inside me, while it’s pumping with his release.

Last night I asked him to cum on my body. I told him that I just wanted to feel it. He did so, and it wasn’t what I expected. It was everywhere, my neck, all over my breasts. I forgot about the way it turns cold and runs down my body. There’s always a spot that you miss when you’re trying to clean up. I gave up and jumped in the shower.

I realized that I much prefer his cock inside me when he cums. I can feel his cock, and don’t need a verbal warning before hoping that I don’t get it in the eye.

When he cums inside me; it’s an amazing feeling. He loves it as much as I do, and trust me… I love it.

Spunk pik

 

You Deserve It

 

My orgasm is your knee pinning my inner thigh without care of a bruise. Every time you use my hair to position me. When I cannot physically escape you, my mind cums. And again when you slap me.

When you taunt me with words of ownership, giving in, and taking what you want; I’m not shaking from fear. I’m shaking because my brain is finally getting  a hit. It’s kissing the sky, and it doesn’t want to come down.

You can fuck me if you want to. You deserve it.

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My Name

She smelled like cum and naivete. If you turned your head just right you’d catch an easy mingling of her perfume and sweat.

Unforeseen wet spots marked battles won and lost across her sheets. She wasn’t ready to get up, but couldn’t find comfort in a place that was so freshly marked.

The wet spots would wash away. The cum would rinse down the drain.

Just don’t forget my name.

Footsteps

His bare feet padded back and forth. His station was spread out all over the room. Gagged and blindfolded, she could still hear. His footsteps were the only warning that she had. She. Just. Ached. The stingy and the thuddy were gone.

There wasn’t a piece of flesh to mark that hadn’t already started showing its colors. Now we’re done with the first set of tears. There was new life in him. Now on to the sobbing.

He was getting to the real root of his work. Rip. It. Open.

The padding of his feet became a distant sound. He was hitting her faster. Harder. She couldn’t keep up. She was about to cum.

The Hairbrush

Q&A

What is the strangest thing you have ever used to fuck yourself with?

My guess would be the handle of a hairbrush. I was a teen, and it was the first thing I could find on my nightstand while I was masturbating. I was so horny. I was so tight that it kinda hurt, although I was very wet and just barely going in and out. I was hitting my G-spot, but I didn’t know it then.

I can remember, after cumming, taking the hairbrush out and smelling the end of it, my juice, then tasting it. I touched the tip of my tongue to the brush, but got no real taste. I flattened my tongue out and actually licked it. I was so anxious about what I was going to taste like. I could  feel the bristles digging into my hand. Now that I think about it.  That might have been one of the first times I ever used anything inside myself during masturbation.

Wow, that got me excited just thinking about it.

Now I want to do something really filthy and bad.

Thanks for the memory.

 

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