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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

After being filled —then the flood. I know lots of women hate the big wet spot that forms after their lovers have filled them with their cum. We usually have to figure out some way to cover it with a towel or sleep on a cold puddle of love juices. But I have to admit, I always loved the sensation of feeling his cum in me, hot, spurting, with a growl of release. Knowing with each pulse and shudder his sperm is seeking my egg. It must be some primal instinct for women to enjoy wanting a man to flood her womb. The more the better. I know I have been thoroughly fucked when I feel the squishing, the dripping, and the flood when I sit up or walk with wobbly legs to go pee.

What if Marylin Monroe had married Jackie Robinson instead?

Portraits from My Erotic Life -2

Age 35 and knowing the power of pleasuring him

Taking Care of Hubby in his favorite way.

Hubby is my special guy, I always try to please him. The pleasure we give each other are intense, familiar, and satisfying. He loves for me to ride him so that he can suck my breasts and watch me ride his thick shaft.

Is it better to give pleasure than to receive it? I think the answer is both. My lover knows how much I enjoy the taste of his cock and the sensation it gives me as I feel his body respond to my lips and tongue. He tries to hold back making me work harder to overcome his control. But I want to give him pleasure and soon he surrenders to my lips, gasping, his cum streams into my waiting mouth.

I love hot and sweaty sex, our bodies gleaming as we pull each other to screaming orgasms. But I always like to start clean and fresh. I want my lover smell the fragrance I put on especially for him, to feel my skin soft under his hard hands, my hair clean to dangle across his body as my lips wander from his face to his toes. I want my lover to be clean too so I can enjoy the pure smell of his musk and so my tongue can savor the sweet taste of his manhood.

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“Take it bitch,”he grunted, “Suck it hard. Then I am going to fuck that nice tight white pussy of yours.” Hesitantly my tongue touched the tip, tasting the saltiness, the smoothness and heat. Licking my lips to clear the dryness, I tasted more of him, sliding my tongue over his veined surfaces. His fingers worked under my panties, between my thighs, slipping between the moist folds. Drawing him deeply between my eager lips, I began to work my tongue over every surface, drawing pleasure from his grunts. “Damn, baby, you are good,” he said sending a tingle of pleasure down my spine, making me work hard to please him. He grasped my head and held it tight as his burning hot cum filled my mouth. Falling back on the couch, he half closed his eyes, pleasured by sight of my nakedness and humiliation.