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Wednesday, August 17, 2005SecondsI feel like a thief of time lately, stealing seconds whenever we can to make love. We are adapting to so many new things, having two kids, my lack of a job (planned, but not always easy), and of course little Stewie the high needs baby. He's teething, so maybe after those suckers come through we'll get some sleep finally...maybe. The other day a can of chocolate frosting migrated its way into the bedroom and we spent exactly seven minutes playing. Pet put a dab of frosting on my right inner thigh and started to lick. Takes some work to get that frosting clean so he spent some time there. Then he moved to the other thigh, and wrote "ass", so he'd be licking my ass. I had intended this to go much further, even to my actual ass, when little Stewie interrupted. The frosting is still there, though, waiting for us to return. Another stolen second: I indulged a fantasy of mine--touch training. We were kissing, rolling around and generally getting pet very hard and horny. He spent some time on my feet, first a gentle rub down of each foot. I like it when he takes his time there, relaxes my whole body and he is very excited by my feet. He used his warm hands to press and rub all the tension out of the balls of my feet, then pressed lightly on the heels. He then began his foot worship in earnest, though he always rushes through it and really needs to learn some self control. This time he spent some time gently licking my feet, especially the arches where I'm quite sensitive. Then he began biting, too fast and too hard so I gave him a bit of verbal correction. This threw off the whole rhythm of what we were doing and we never really got back to sexual stuff and spent time fussing at each other instead. Yuck. I've never had any trouble expressing my needs but for some reason he doesn't always respond well. I've got to learn better ways...thank heaven for my mentors out there in cyberworld! And the last, best stolen second: I was feeling less than my best, pet was a horny monster so I went whole hog into another fantasy. Again we started with cuddling and he did a much better job touching and caressing every part of me as to get me wet. We engaged in a bit of sheer fucking--he slid his cock in and out of me slowly and forced himself to remain in control of his orgasm while I squeezed my pussy muscles and moved my hips to meet his. In the past he would have been cumming in seconds but he managed to go much longer. It was fantastic! He began to suffer, though, and started whispering places on my body he wanted to cum--toes, ass, back of my knee...but I had other plans. I instructed him and he sat on his haunches before me. I was laying down missionary style and he stroked his hard cock directly into my pussy until he came all over. Then he leaned down and cleaned me up with his tongue, eating every bit of cum out of me. That last bit was quite delightful, and now he owes me an orgasm. I'm quite pleased with pet's response to my desires, even if he has to stop and think about it before recommitting to submission. This journey isn't easy, but it sure is fun! |