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Mediocre Sex - A Reality CheckPosted on 2008-Apr-8 at 12:10 - Post CommentTags: sex A description of a normal night View Author’s Copyright Information “Honey, let’s make love”, you suggest, giving me a sly look. “The kids are asleep, and we won’t be disturbed.” Giving her a wink and a nod, I get up from the couch and go with you to our bathroom to freshen up. After brushing my teeth and putting on some deodorant, you doing the same, we make our way to our bedroom for a pleasant time of making love with the knowledge we have the rest of the night to ourselves. I watch you as we get undressed, waiting for the moment when you undo your bra and let those lovely breasts I so enjoy sag down against your chest. When we met you boasted a fine pair of 36D’s that, along with your wonderful intelligence, drew me in like a fly to the flame. Now, after two children and twelve years of marriage, they hung like tarnished trophies on a mantle, mere 36B’s after breastfeeding and exercise reduced them. more stories on Adult Blog Directory Still, your large nipples never shrunk, nor my appetite for them. Big, thick, and dark, they outsize your breasts now when before, when you were young, they were regal peaks to your pleasant mountains of flesh. Your G-string panties have given way to regular ones, but exercise has kept you firm, if age has given you more flesh with which to cover your hips. I still love watching your panties hit the floor. When you bend over, I tend to move in for a closer look. When you straighten up, now nude, and glance over at me, it is with a look of resignation, as if you feel I am rating your body. How wrong you are! I, too, have changed. Gone is the flat stomach, the muscular legs, and my chest that used to be a favorite place for your hands. My stomach hangs a bit now, and as I look down, my cock is no longer as visible as it was when we first met. Does a man get shorter with age, or is it just the extra weight I have put on over our years together. Rather than meet your eyes, I pull back the covers and slide into bed. What will you be up for tonight? It was your idea, but will I get my cock deep-throated the way you used to in our younger, less complicated love sessions? Are you hungry, or just horny? The difference between the two is like night and day. I take the initiative, waiting for you to crawl in beside me and then moving downward, my head pressing between your thighs. Sixty-nines used to be a regular pastime, whether on our bed, the couch, or the living room floor. We do it less now, but you haven’t seemed as inclined to take me in your mouth with the same gusto you had before our kids began to wear on you. I’m in luck! While my mouth begins to devour you, you gingerly take my cock in your mouth. Gingerly, I say, because I feel the grazing of your teeth along my shaft as you take me inside you. Is this foreplay, or a forewarning? I hope your mouth finds a better hinge, and my cock find safe passage along its warm banks. I’d dearly love to cum inside your lips, and have you swallow my load once again. But you want me cumming inside your pussy; it’s an orgasm you desire. You soften your sucking, and I relax and enjoy the wet juiciness of your pussy. I enjoy eating you, but because we make love less often, I can’t take the heat as long as it takes you to warm up. Inevitably, I have to pull myself out of your mouth to ensure I don’t cum before you are ready. I feel you press against me, your pussy yearning for more, wanting me inside you. If I had my way (and I don’t), I would enjoy your entire body, touching you gently, taking my time. But you’ve become what men are joked about: wham, bam, thank you, man! There is no such thing as a sexual marathon with you. I used to make love to a peach, and now you’re a pear. You used to make love to a panther, and now I’m a bear. It’s so sad! Making love to you is a matter of hope, and not the passion of our youth. It’s your way, or no way. I eat on. A meal’s a meal. You’ve warmed now. Pushing me playfully aside (?), you mount me, easing my cock inside your wet and ready pussy. You move, sliding, riding my pole for your pleasure; impaling your body at your leisure. I watch you, watch your breasts sway, hanging down to me, your nipples finding it easier to point at me when gravity joins in. I take your breast in my mouth, suckling it gently, wanting more, needing more than to just be of use to you. I want to be fucked, too. But you’ve assumed, or more likely, decided, that for you to cum is as much a good time for me as it is for you. My body responds to your heat, and not the tight clamping of your vaginal muscles that used to send my cock soaring deep inside you. I will cum, but on your terms, and it will be as a matter of course, not your desire to please me. You ride me, your mouth open, your eyes closed, pressing your breasts to me. You slip your hand between your legs, helping me help you into sexual bliss. You gasp as your orgasm begins to rise within you, and your entire body becomes alive with electric pleasure. I do feel good, in a bored way. Maybe we will fuck again, and I can take you from behind. You need a good doggy-styled fucking. I would love to miss your pussy and give your asshole a surprise. Fucking you there was a one-year adventure from which you never returned, and I couldn’t visit ever again. I never saw you smile as much as you did when my cock spread you there… You moan louder, and move faster on top of me. I feel your juices sopping my cock. Gone are the days when I could hope you would clean me up after a good fucking. No amount of washing dishes, vacuuming the rooms, washing clothes and changing diapers had the power to give me what I desired after our earlier years of unfettered sexual expression. I feel you cum, and you look down at me and smile. You are happy, having got what you wanted. I let myself go, and thrust up into you as hard and fast as I can, trying to get some measure of invigorating pleasure before this ends. Afterwards, you collapse against me, and then roll off me and cover yourself up with the sheets. I stare at the ceiling, cuddling with the air. Just as I am about to suggest some more fun, I hear you snore. Ah! Another passionate night with my lady… search sex, sex scene, sex for the first time, older women sex, sex foto  |
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