Nocturnal Chat #18

Cum On My Boots

I hear his car pull up in the driveway and set my stage. Black velvet teddy peeking underneath sheet. Never worn before boots tangled haphazardly between sheets. Hand propped conspicuously over one eye, and as the keys turn in the front door, my eyes close to feign sleep. I hear him greet the dog, drop his belongings, and make his way towards the bedroom. He makes a quick stop to check on the baby and I sneak a peek as he closes the baby room door. Standing at our bedroom threshold I hear his intake of breath, "Damn," he whispers.

I feel him pass me to his side of the room and hear him shuffle through his porn drawer. "Mm hm," is the soft murmur of his selected piece. He picks the remote off the bed and sets up some background entertainment. He passes me again as he makes his way to the bathroom and turns on the shower. I'm thinking: Thank God, cuz after a double shift and I'm all dolled up, I want a fresh man! (Terrible, I know).

Once he's out of the shower, I hear him come in and close our bedroom door. Next he's sliding into bed beside me and his hands find a breast and part my legs open. His lips and his tongue are causing electric shock waves up my back and neck, while his hands and fingers moisten my thighs and harden my nipples.

I'm floating on this unbelievable current of ecstasy when he pulls me towards him and kisses me. Moans escape my lips as his find mine. My hand reaches down and pulls his dick out of my favorite pair of sexy tight briefs. His tip is already dripping with anticipation. I make a decision but before I can act on it, he's already lowering my head to rest between his legs. Must be psychic. I drink in his head slowly followed by his shaft.

He wants none of the delicacies and rams his full length down my throat. I feel myself gagging and moan at the mere thought of swallowing my man whole. This excites him and now I can feel three and then four of his fingers thrust inside my walls. The tidal of fem juice to follow arches my back and I grab his balls for further intensity. "Easy baby," he coaches me back a bit but keeps his fingers dancing in me. He caresses my face and neck as I lick him from tip to nut, suck, repeat. He grabs the back of my head in agreement and I give him what I know he wants. Deeper and deeper I take him until his pubic hairs tickle my nose and his shudders of pleasure rolls my eyes to the back of my crown.

"Come with me," he says as he pulls me off the bed, pausing to look me up and down. "Damn". I follow him out of our bedroom, through the hallway, past the confused dog in the dining room where he sits me on the stairs facing him. He opens my legs and fingers me while pulling my mouth back to his hot spot. Now with seated leverage and the use of both my hands, I grab one of his ass cheeks, give a firm grip to his shaft, and proceed to suck on my delicious caramel lollipop.

Just when I feel him tense under my grasp, he roughly turns me over and slams his dick so far into my cunt I scream on contact. The velocity to which he is fucking me has me burning my elbows, slamming my head, and breaking a nail or two on our staircase. Tears of pleasure pain run down my face with each thrust. His right hand runs up the length of my ass and back and then grips my throat as he twists me up toward him for a barely breathable kiss.

The lack of oxygen has me cumming in ways I had never felt before, I manage a weak, "M-more...d-don't s-stop..." He obliges me for what feels like an eternity and then abruptly he stops. My body, not comprehending what has happened, is still thrusting to meet him in vain agony. He walks up past me on the stairs and reaches for my hand. "We're not done yet, I promise," he pulls me upstairs into the office.

I kneel before him to worship his dick some more while he rubs and flicks and pinches my clit. I'm almost blind from my euphoria. I can feel hot liquid cascading down my legs and pooling just past my ankles inside the boots. In the far recess of my mind, I'm thinking: Shit, I just ruined these bitches...but somehow I don't fucking care. I feel a finger tentatively probing my third eye and I hold my breath as the sweet sensation of being violated hits me. I slam my mouth down hard over his entire length suffocating in the fold of his leg and thigh. His hand holds me there as I gag and convulse against him.

"No, baby, no! Not yet!" In one motion he has pulled me up and on top of him. I'm riding him and trying to catch some semblance of breath. "Breathe, baby, I don't want you passing out, breathe." He slows the stroke down but the intensity of my clit rubbing against his shaft has caught what was left of my breath and I'm cumming harder than I've cum in a looooooooooooonnnnnnnnggggggg time.

His hands clasp my ass and I sink my teeth into his shoulder with an animal strength I didn't know I had. I taste blood but can't stop myself because he's screaming and cumming, and I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. I nearly black out with his final shudder but he yanks my head up and screams, "BREATHE NOW!!" It's as if I had forgotten, in racking, raspy billows I find my breath again. The two of us sputtering and shaking until normalcy reclaimed us.

He drew small circles on my back while I kissed and inspected his badly bruised and bitten shoulder. After a few minutes like this I sat up, looked down and sadly proclaimed, "Damn, baby, I've got cum all over my boots!"

"I love you too, honey."


What I Texted for His Ride Home...

Hoping to have these brand new boots up in the air tonight right around 2am!

And yes, that is velvet with 2 little velvet balls hanging down to my crotch! ;-0

I had a rough week this week, had a fight with the hubby, got grossly sick, took my daughter school shopping (those of you who have kids knows what I'm talking about - it starts off sweet and by the end of the day you're ready to rip your eyelids off with oyster forks) and that's where these boots came in.

I've been lusting after them for about 2 weeks now. They're a whopping $135, but dammit I deserved them. My legs were crying, no begging, me for some thigh high boots for years. Hubby tried to buy me a pair once that were a latex vinyl nightmare. Other times any time I've tried on a pair they always looked like pirate hooker boots. (not that there's anything wrong with that). I just wanted hooker boots that I could wear to bed and when we go out and I want to look sexy!
These beauties look great on my bare legs, jeggings, tights, or skinny jeans! I'm in fucking heaven wearing them as I blog right now. The material is like a nubuck, and it fits my thighs just right. I'm too sexy!! Dammit I feel so hot right now!

Hubby doesn't get off from work until midnight, which means he should be home by 1:30 at the latest. He better fucking take care of business tonight! I showered, shaved, and lotioned up real nice!

Lick my pussy, I'm ready!!


Happy HNT

Little bit of tit-itude goes a long, long way!


Happy Sexy Birthday to ME!!! (Updated with photos)

Hubby and I went away for 3 days to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary at a lovely bed and breakfast. The only thing I told him I wanted after his long list of demands for what kind of B&B he wanted was to get fucked on the wrap around deck that he had to have. I fell in love with the bathroom, and made myself good and horny every time I went in there to shower. There was a mirror across from the shower so that I could watch myself as I lathered up, and a huge mirror behind the door that I could see not only me but the window behind me (the thought that someone else could be watching...shiver. Anyhoo... Long story short, we did have a wonderful time on our trip but alas, he did not, could not, would not fuck me on the deck.

Don't get me wrong, we had unbelievable sex four times on this little getaway, which for him is a lot. He let me suck his dick and fuck me with the deck blinds wide open and I did get him to fuck me royally from behind in front of that bathroom window you see in the pic above, a huge step for him and my bff tells me to just be happy, but I can't let it go. Am I being a bitch? Probably.

Here's the scenario that ruined it for me not-so briefly:
We had one special night out where I got all dolled up and after he made a joke about it, I even went out without any panties on. Of course, he made no under the table play, which was the first thing to annoy me. I mean why temp me to go pantyless and then don't do anything about it, huh?

Then we get back to the B&B after a scrumptious dinner and drinks to be met with chilled champagne that we had on the wrap around deck, in the dark, me in the dress still with no drawers on, the stars and ocean as our scenario, no one around, and still no play? Could I have jumped him? SURE, but I want him to come out of his sexual shell, so I waited.

We go back inside, I put on the sexy bustier that he bought for me, put it on under the fluffy robe they gave us, because he really wanted to watch a movie, and since it was "our" anniversary getaway, I felt I "had" to let him do some things that he wanted. Well, his ass fell the fuck asleep!!! When I copped an attitude, turned off the tv, got under the covers and removed the robe, he wakes up to say: "sorry babe, but you know the food, the fresh salt air, the alcohol, I'm so tired...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz". I pretty much fumed until I fell asleep some 2 hours later.

Then I awoke at 5:30 and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided I would get up to watch the sunrise alone (we had talked about this on our family trip that he always wants to sleep or nap during any sunrise or sunset and we've never seen one together on any of our trips, that I always see them alone). Well, he must have felt super guilty because he joined me on the balcony.

After trying to get me to tell him what was on my mind after an hour of making mindless conversation, I recounted all of the missed opportunities he had to give me the ONLY thing I asked for on this trip and that he couldn't (and I quote) "couldn't be that fucking clueless". Unfortunately for me, he admitted that he is! I had to say, "Moron, I'm still in the fucking robe with the sexy bustier under it that you bought for me, and for an hour you haven't even asked to see it or touch it...we're still on a deck on a roof, with no one awake or caring for miles...and you haven't done SHIT!!"

He started with his usual apologies about his shortcomings and how sexy I am, how much he loves me, blah, blah, blah...and then had the nerve to ask me: "What do you want me to say?" I lost it: "I DON'T WANT YOU TO SAY SHIT!! DON'T YOU FUCKING GET IT?! STOP FUCKING TALKING!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ALL THE SAME APOLOGIES! NO MORE FUCKING TALKING!!! OR YOU CAN GO BACK INSIDE!!"

I sulked while he pondered for what seemed like an eternity, and then he kissed me. I wanted to punch him in the face so bad because I felt like I was forcing him, you know? Then he spread my legs and fingered me so briefly that I barely got my heart racing before he said: "let's go inside". WTF!!!!! Like a little kid I said, "no no no" but he just pulled me along like the big baby I was being, brought me inside, and fucked me.

Sigh. I asked him: "you made me wait five years to get fingered on a deck in public, how many more will I have to wait for what I really want?"

His answer: {shrug}


OH, and I forgot the best best best. We had clearance with my mom to enjoy the full 3 days, he surprises me at dinner (before the non-deck sex) that he misses the kids and wants to leave immediately after checkout the next day, HUH?!?! (First I was extremely touched, but then I'm like: dude I'm with them all day everyday!"

I think I just need a vacation for myself, selfish, I know.