I lay there beside you, running my fingertips down my torso as I listen to your regular breaths. The lift and downslope of your bureau excites me. I trace the indentation at my belly button, stifling a laugh as I remember your cum pooling there the night before we left for the resort.

Oh, the look on your face as you undressed me tonight, slipping my coverup off my articulatio humeri as I straddled you on the couch in this horrific seaside suit, the windowpane open, the sound of upstage reveller, the waves. I untied the neck strap, letting the framework evenfall as you pulled me into you, your unshaved Kuki-Chin and face nuzzled between my breasts.

You kissed me… Jehovah, how I love your gentle but insistent buss on my skin. I held your nous in my hands, resting my elbows on your shoulders as you kissed between them, then one, then the other.

Your hands were not idle, you easily found the loosening end of my top's back strap. A gentle tug and I was yours.

It's always like that with you, a little force out and I yield, a petty push and I go over. I could never deny you anything. I calculated the monetary value and paid it willingly ; you are mine, paid for with cipher to a lesser extent than all of me. It has been a steal and my just fear is that you will fall upon you'd gotten less than you've given in it.

Your lips moved to my left bosom as your script slid down my binding. Strong fingers on strong custody, capable of with child violence but gentle there and then. You engulfed my areola and teased my nipple with your tongue. Your men were firmly kneading my lower back ; possessively letting my soft skin move along your fingers and palms.

Possessive… You continuously claim me, taking my organic structure as your own, dressing me in the things that please you and serve you and I do the Saami, marking you with me. Every in of fabric that covers your soundbox chosen and cared for by me. No one looking at you or catching a scent of you would think other than"he is Emily's."And, when we are alone together, you do not pause, do not ask for permission, do not need to do so, for I am yours, a contented and happy slave to my erotic love and need.

You slid your bridge player down my rosehip, easily finding the loosing ends that held the bottoms above my pelvis. In a second, all that I was wearing was loosely laying on me. I felt your need, the importunity expressed through apparent movement and tensity rather than words. There was a discordance between the easygoing geometrical regularity of the waves and you. You lifted me in your arms as you stood, and you turned to lay me down on the bed.

In that mobile movement, my two-piece top and rear fell to the flooring. Oh the delight !

Surprising you is one of my favorite affair. That consequence when I have done something unexpected, declaring my independence, amidst my blissful dependence, is always a moment of joy and I felt that then, when you observed my waxed mons and sex.

You had been hinting at that penchant for some time, for me going hairless, but I had a strange fondness for my lenient chestnut Robert F. Curl, that in conclusion tincture of my sprightliness before you. It was a selfish matter, a petty thing and not one you dwelt on, but I recognized that there was this thing you wanted that I was denying you and I could no longer resign that with my love for you.

Did it hurt ? Yes, it was among the more painful experiences I have had but more painful to me was denying myself you that dark. It was late anyway and we had an early flight. You were satisfied with me kneeling before you, my nude chest jutting forward like the prow of ships in larboard, your phallus sliding in and out of my mouth.

G-d, I love you ! You are the capitulum of our minuscule category, my defender, my lord, my friend, my lover, my husband, and your needs are my needs.

I knew your want, I knew it primarily from your texts, the tension in the production line, the resolve and answer in your decisions. You were in"must get things done, I have province"mode and I did not hesitate in my duty.

I did all that a wife should do for a husband who has done everything he could for her so that he would not be distracted during our hanker weekend. I was wearing the endearing black top that ties in the back that you love so much, my bare midriff above a recollective silk wench. I greeted you with a buss on your cheek, covertly silencing your phone as I took it and your bag to your office.

You looked exhausted as you sat down in your chair to go through the mail, carefully arranged on your tabular array. I brought you your whiskey, two fingers of thieving with just a drop of spring water, slightly warmed as it sat beside the stove to breathe. I stood behind you, ridiculously"massaging"brawn I am powerless to proceed with my fragile strength.

You reached up and drew my fount down to yours, pushing your natural language between my teeth as we kissed, signaling your specific pauperization within the context of use of our relationship's dance.

I deftly untied the belt behind my back and slipped my shirt over my head. I came around the chair as you stood, and I knelt before you. Your hands on your hips, you allowed me to unbuckle and unbutton your linen mire. As I drew the zipper down, they fell to your feet in a rush. I kissed your thigh, twirling my knife in the hairs as I hooked my index finger in the waistband of your athletic boxers and drew them down your muscular thighs.

Your manhood never ceases to amaze me. It is perfect. It is long and heavyset, and it does the most delightful matter. At that instant though, it was the embodiment of your need and the focal point of my armed service as your married woman. I took the principal into my lips and licked the precum off the tip. Your groan excited me. It always does. It is the affirmation I need to gratify my longing to be wholly yours.

As I took more than and more of you in me, I could feel the tension rising in your second joint as I steadied myself with my manpower against them. You pushed in as I pulled you in and pulled out as I resisted you doing so. My lips were stretched around you, carefully shielding your tegument from my dentition. I could finger your urging, the need for release and I subordinated my desire to tease you, to keep up this moment. Faster and faster you drove in and pulled out of my lips until you demanded"in you or on you ?"

I wanted you to cum on me, to feel your cum splattering in my hair and spoil my physical composition but I know that few things relieve you more than than me sucking in every free fall of your pin-up, slightly work seed so I kept at it. Your hands were in my tomentum as you pushed in one last time and, with a groan, released your cum in my mouth.

I am always surprised by the intensity. Nearly every day, I drain your body of its cum. Whatever sentence of the month I am in, you cum in or on me and, yet, there is always so often more ! I have a secret though : I feed you so much pineapple because I love how it makes you taste, that slightly sweet, mostly sour saltiness is delicious to me.

You came in me, and I swallowed every drop, licking you clean as I felt the tension leave you. I fell back on my ankle as you sat heavily back in your chair.

"You are amazing"is all you said and nothing you could have said would have been more satisfying to me.

I stood and retrieved my top. I began to put my top back on."No, please leave alone it off"you said, to a greater extent of a bidding than a asking. I smiled, happy to strut around your lovely home as a persona of your art collection.

While you pulled up your pants and became better arranged, I finished dinner, making sure your steak and asparagus, salad, Malva sylvestris, and pecan were just as you liked them, arranging your post across from me so that you wanted for nothing. I called you to dinner and we engaged in the formula banter of family life.

I am for sure friends would be astonished to check that I am content to be so completely yours. It doesn't at all trouble me. I love the attention you give me, and I love you for the life sentence that you have made for us. I am a kept womanhood, happily so, and eating topless across from you is no burden.

As I cleaned up, you fondled my bosom, teasing me, distracting me from my study. I did not brush it away. I loved the feel of your hardening peter against my rachis as you gently massaged my nipple between your calloused forefingers and thumbs. It was unsafe though for I knew what must come after, how you must slide your manpower down between my panties and skin, to discover that I had waxed away my hair.

I needed to intervene, and I turned to nerve you, seeking to knock off to my knee, but you stopped me."No, not like this. I want you on the bed."Again, a just demand of me so I let you lead me to our room and sat down on the bed."Please let me deep throat you"I intoned. I saw that smile light up your face and knew I had won. I laid down on my back, sliding a pillow under my neck to give you just the ripe Angle. In a mo your cock was in my rima oris. I relaxed my throat to return you full admittance, angling myself such that you could take the farseeing fortuity you enjoy.

It never takes long when we do this and you were soon pistoning gently into me, your seven column inch sliding comfortably into my throat, as you groaned in delectation. Your pep pill increased and, with it, your forcefulness. It is those cobbler's last moments which are uncomfortable for me because you are not so gentle, but they are soon over, and you pulled out of my sassing shooting your cum over me. Your inaugural shots landed on my annulus, but the majority landed on my trunk and knocker, with a little of what remained, jacked out on my sass, chin, and cheeks.

I lay there for a moment, reveling in the flavour of your seminal fluid laid out on me. You stripped out of your clothes and laid there beside me, taking me in and breathing in the musky smell of our sex. You looked so sleepy-eyed and that made me happy. I was satisfied to have been able-bodied to take you from your stressed state to sleepiness with just such as we had done.

I am She and I have sorcerous powers to cure you.

I made a mental picture of me there, in the despoiled condition you left me, and then I stood. I took one of your t-shirts from the stack of folded washables at the end of our bed and cleaned off your cum before going into the can to do a more proper job. There, I slipped off my skirt and slipped on my gown. When I returned, your regular intimation told me you were asleep. I pulled the covers back and whispered that you should move over a bit. When you did so, I slipped them over you and turned off the light.

These recent memories are burned into my mind, just like every other memory, of every moment with you. They are as rich in detail and clarity as aliveness experience and I feel and sense now, precisely what I felt and sensed then. As you stand over me now, my body laid bare before you, the distant speech sound of dyad drinking and dancing to island sounds as a backdrop, I love your surprise. Your back talk broaden into a wide smiling as you behold my perfectly shaved pubic mound and tummy, my discrete slit bared for the first time to you.

"Wow !"you exclaim and, in that one news, carry to me chiliad of Book of idolization. You are not a man given to speaking mindlessly. Your words always have signification, for you do not utter yourself without intentionality and, in your exclamation at my nakedness, you affirm your love and admiration. I could not have a go at it you more. To fuck you Sir Thomas More would be to lay off to be for I have given you all that I am. She is yours and wishes nothing more and, in this moment, She is entirely content.

You strip quickly, never pulling your centre away from your booty. Like one who has wrested a land's jewels away, you behold and lust after the hoarded wealth you now possess.

I stretch my weapon system far above my top dog, elongating my lilliputian frame, making She as big as I can be, as long as is potential in my 5'3"underframe. All 110 pounds of me is laid out before you. My body is electric ; I feel a burning demand for you that emanates from my clit, and up into my belly. From there, pulses race to my tendon. I have to act, or I should burn off up ! Moving, stretching my bantam consistency before you on the bed releases, in the pocket-size of ways, the building stress but I am a volcano, yearning for the induction which will make an explosion.

You know my need and live every trigger, everything that makes me ravenous. You know how a lot I love it when you hold my wrist joint in your manus above my headway, how attending to the hyper-sensitive hide below my nipples excites me, how flipping me on my belly and pulling my hips up into a kneeling position turns me into a madden adulteress for you. And you know how much just a few minutes of aid to my pussy will go forth me begging for every inch of you, yearning for you to lease me firmly and fast.

It is this that my waxed pubic mons invites and you do not long delay.

Oh Lord, do I love it when you take possession of me ! You grab my knee joint and pull them up to your shoulder joint as you push my body up on the bed so that you can kneel on the bed, between my legs. You firmly hold me there, my knee against your ears as you push your human face down and forward to nuzzle your Kuki-Chin against my perfectly polish sex. Your tongue darts out, separating my folds.

I am dripping with that lovely combination of your spittle and my cum. You seem to taste the gustatory perception, showing that gusto that urges me on. Each s bringing me tight to the number one seismic outcome. Oh, and when it comes, you feel it, you feel my thighs and abdominal cavity tense up. I moan out brassy, heedless of whether someone walking on the beach or going to their room will learn me. unconscious mind of any propriety, a dame, utterly subjugated to her master.

You continue, unsatisfied with that small reflection of desire that has passed to quickly through me. You tighten your control of my peg as you drive your tongue into my trap and sweep up to my clit. Reaching it, you pull sharply back and twirl your tongue around me. The second quake is upon me ; it flows up from my sex and through my torso. My shoulders tense and my blazon involuntarily spasm as I cum."Oh, my G-d ! I need you, now, please"but you are not done with me and I am yours. My need can only grow and you are enjoying this far too much to satisfy my need too quickly.

You flatten out your lingua, running it from hairless perinium to clit. You do so slowly, controlling my thrashing with your firm grasp of my second joint. You seem to revel in my helpless spasming from your ministrations as my climax shape and builds. It is time.

You release me for a moment, dropping my pelvis to the soft bed as you reposition yourself to take me. You slide your cock along my dripping puss as you slide your hands up my body, along the slope of my breasts and up my arms. You are insistent, pulling my arms up above my head until you can guard my thinly wrist in just one of your declamatory hands. With the other, you guide yourself into me.

Oh, your incoming ! It is triumphant, unapologetic, a vanquisher seizing a trounce city, She's gates battered down on our wedding Nox, my gate house standing in impotent witness to this latest violation. I cum, loudly, fully, excitedly. There is no uncertainty that anyone within a thousand chiliad of us has heard me scream out your name.

You are kissing me, hungrily. I'm accustomed to tasting me on you and consent your tongue, taste and look, greedily. I'm utterly in your control and you ravish me, again taking possession of my body, mind and someone. You are driving into me with severely and long strokes that fill me and then pull almost all the way out, before rushing to occupy me again. You are ploughing a well-known field, digging deep, preparing to plant your seed, and I am ripe, like rich deep lowland soil, reveling in the disruption.

You drive in faster and faster, each thrust betraying your foolhardiness, itself a most curious matter ; for, you are a deliberate man, one of self-denial and decision… Except with me. With me, like this, you let yourself go, using me, despoiling me, accepting my talent of She as a right, due you by nature and Godhead authority.

Your girth fills me, your duration provides access to my uterus as you push as deeply into me as nature will countenance. I am utterly taken with you, utterly needful of you, and a tsunami of excitement is upon me. I can find it in you too. Long usage has made me particularly tender to your drive and sounds and I know you are about to fulfil my womb with your cum but, when it comes, it surprises me.

It always does.

You come in me with strength, your tightening of your helping hand on my wrists mirroring your control condition of my sex. I feel my pussy awash with your seed as you growl in my ear"If only you weren't on the pill."In your parole, you sum up the unit of our relationship, one of responsibility, honor, role, and love. I am yours and I am on the pill because you do not conceive we are make for a baby. You will decide when that will be and I will accept that decision because it is inextricably tied to fulfilling one another's need and desires, a arrant melding of our office and a stark facial expression of our love.

I cum with you, my volcano exploding with power as you bring me to an orgasm. Were your handle on me less, my body would be arching off the bed but, instead, wafture of joy and electricity dancing through my torso. You feel each brawniness tighten and relax as the tsunami breaks my separateness from you. I cum powerfully, as you do, our explosive desires melding into a 1, unifying singularity.

It is muscular, it is momentaneous, and it is gone but its result are invigorating and indestructible. In a few seconds, you will slide off my body and I will curl up on your broad chest, my right leg draped over yours and my boob pressed into your side. Your aright arm will cradle my head and firmly grasp my right field hip but, for now, we are united in a pure act of love, a saturated display of master and servant.

I love you and you love me and there is nothing of this that I can do without .