Filed under: Grace
it is my last night during my time off to “stay up all night”. i thought being away from work would give me this abundance of free time to write pure filth. yet, it barely left me time to sleep at times. so, when i had some “me” time it was spent catching up on some beauty sleep. after christmas the sex got a lot more frequent (thank you very much). it is strange how quickly the holidays were here and now gone. i always want to sit back and enjoy it and i don’t seem to ever really get to do that. perhaps a sad truth to getting older and i don’t even have kids dammit. i remember vividly and consciously telling myself to slow down and enjoy my time away from work, commuting and stupid people, yet the “powers that be” felt otherwise.
of course you don’t really care about all that don’t you?
i didn’t think so.
you want grace to describe some wild fuck scene to get your jollys off. i was just emailing my darling O the other night explaining to her how i did not want to sound like a broken record on here and that was for my sake. how many times can i write how i got fucked, fingered or choked?
i even remember the lovely Pan on her old blog talking about going down a new path in writing on her blog. i can now understand all of this. there are these times when i just want to stop writing on here because i am far too busy, etc. etc. however, i get these random comments that make me smile and want to continue writing. then it comes down to, am i writing on here for me as i claim or for the reader? perhaps it is mutual. i dunno.
so, by this time i am sure those that read this blog have completely moved on to the next RSS feed because i have potentially ruined the “foreplay” or “hardon” of anticipation of reading such filth. but, the malicious part of me will now grace you with some filth. yeah, i am a bitch but you already knew that.
the other night E was patiently waiting for me to get out of the bath tub because he wanted me to come to bed in a g string so he could molest me. i tend to take much too long while i shave and primp. by the time i was dried off his eyes were closed. yet, i still pulled up the g string and slipped into bed.
he woke me up in the morning with kneading grips on my breasts and pushing my arms above my head. as he pulled upward to hover over me and shuffled his way between my legs, i cannot express how much i love him shoving my legs apart to accommodate him. i was too tired to fight him so i willingly let him have his way with me like a rag doll. he pushed my panties to the side and started to push himself inside of me. again, him forcing his cock inside of my not so ready cunt is so arousing to me. his fingers spreading my lips for him as he tries to work himself inside of me. i closed my eyes and felt him grind his way into my tightness. slowly i yielded to him and slowly i was getting wet. my legs wrapped around him and he kept my arms pinned above my head.
i cannot remember the last time he fucked me missionary and it seems almost touching till he pulled out to flip me over on to my stomach with my ass in the air. he pushed back inside of me and gripped my hips pulling me on to his cock. he would spread my ass open and i was getting off on the thought of him just staring at my asshole. i always wonder what goes on in his mind while he stares. i will have to ask him when i next talk to him. i pushed my head into the bed as he burrowed inside of me. i thought for a moment if he was going to cum inside of me. then i thought about him pulling out and cumming on my asshole with his cock pressed hard against it.
breathlessly i blurt out, “spit on my ass”.
he knows what i want and he pulls my ass wide, i hear him spit and feel the cold wetness hit me square on my asshole. my head flings back and i grip the bed. i don’t know why i get off on this, but i do. i am not sure if i asked for it again or he decided to feed my arousal, but he did it again and i couldn’t get enough of this. i buck against his cock and i want him to penetrate me in such a way that i want to hurt. he pulls his cock out of me and replaces it with his fingers.
“fuck you are tight” as he works in two fingers and then three. i thought him fucking me like that would have loosened me to some degree and this was not the case. i could feel him working and finding my spot. his talents for finger fucking me are sometimes desired more then his cock. to me it seems naughtier when a man is sinking his hungry fingers inside of me then his cock. i cannot explain why this is in my deviant mind. i just know what i like. my eyes tightly shut and my body shakes as i feel it peaking. my breath gets ragged and my grip on the bed has not let up. it is in my throat and i let out a scream as my body floods with this colorful wave of lust. when he pulls out of my wetness my body is limp and falls to the bed.
i laid there panting trying to catch my breath. there is something so satisfying about getting laid to exhaustion.
but that satisfaction doesn’t last too long. i always want more.
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