His SeXStoRY

Adults only. Please do not repost without permission. Comments to usedtobethisdiamondring@yahoo.com She hears him pull into the driveway, feels a flutter of excitement course through her. She drops the vegetables in the sink, and takes one more quick look in the mirror, to adjust her hair. She hears his tread on the stairs, and glides to the door, opening it, breath caught in her throat as she watches him, patting the dog's head. His lunch box and papers in his work-worn hands, faded jeans bunched at the ankle around his work boots. She bites her lip as she feels a tingle working from her throat to clit. He looks up, sees her at the door, grins. As he walks towards her, she reaches to take his things, and he catches her with his free arm, pulling her close, her body pressed into his. She inhales his scent, his long work day scent. Lips seeking, his tongue darting into her mouth, teasing, playing, dancing. Her heart pounds and she feels his manhood swell inside his jeans. He pulls his head back, and she moves to again find the solace of his kiss. He laughs softly, playfully kissing again, and releasing her from his hold. She follows him as he sits down, listening to his sigh of relaxation...finally. She kneels in front of him, slowly taking off his shoes, his socks, kissing his feet gently for a moment. She looks up, watching his face as he leans his head back. She could watch him all day. She can hear the k**s down the hall, laughing, giggling, all the sounds that c***dren make. Her slit is wet. She has to finish dinner. His eyes narrow as they watch her face, seeing the want there, a slow smile crosses his face. All evening to tease and flirt... He reaches down, a hand on her neck, pulling her closer. He kisses her, long, slow, deep. She can feel his thumb gently against her windpipe, and she moans softly as she gives her mouth to him. "I love you, baby" he whispers as he breaks the kiss, reaching between her thighs, feeling the moist heat through her jeans. Again, that wicked grin of his sends shivers down her spine, and she catches her breath. She can feel her nipples hardening, rubbing against the lace of her bra, reminding her of last evening... He stands, and she remains on her knees for just a moment longer, face to face with the crotch of his jeans. She playfully kisses at it...but the sound of the c***dren down the hall brings her back to reality, and she stands with him. Again he kisses her, running a hand under her shirt, tracing her spine with his fingertips. She presses into him, and kisses him with a groan. As they pull apart with a last kiss, she watches him move down the hall, looking in at the c***dren. She hears the bubbling of a pot on the stove, and remembers dinner is almost ready. All through dinner, domestic issues seem to rule. Serving the meal, talking to the c***dren, discussing the day. But under the table, toes touch toes, and across the table, eyes full of lust and passion speak to one another. As she cleans the table and kitchen, she hears him helping the c***dren with their homework, his voice driving her mad with desire. She peeks around the corner, seeing him lying on the floor, his grey sweats and tshirt so sexy to her mind's eye. He feels her gaze and turns to wink at her. She can read a million things into that wink. All evening, waiting....wanting...needing. Time passes so slowly. Homework completed, watching mindless tv, pretending to be interested, but most interested in curling with him as they watch. Her fingers tracing along his limbs...feeling the scratch of his beard against her cheek. Catching his eye, sure he can read her needs there. Finally....the c***dren are in bed, and as they walk back down the hall, he pushes her against the wall, his desire as evident as her own as he presses against her, sandwiching her in place, kissing her, one hand on her throat, the other on her ass. She kisses back as if it is the only thing she knows how to do. Without really breaking the kiss, he moves with her to the bathroom, and continues to kiss her as he fumbles to remove his cock. She reaches down to help him, and he helps her aim it into the porcelain bowl. As the first trickles sound, she pulls back breathless, placing a finger and then a hand into the stream. The hot golden liquid warms her hand, and her pussy gushes. He stops the flow, and she licks one finger, looking him in the eye. She can taste him, she can feel the heat burn through her...she reaches out her little tongue and licks the drop on the tip. Then, as she pulls back, he begins again, slowly, teasing...again...her fingers are soaked by the stream. With a gentle tug, he brings her to her feet. He looks in her eyes and says "undress for me." She doesn't hesitate. She removes her clothes in record time and he pushes her into the shower. He stands just out of it, and takes his cock in his hand once more. He begins to pee again, spraying it against her legs, and across her toes. He pushes her to her knees, and slowly plays the stream over her chest, against her straining nipples...down her belly, filling her naval...and across her dripping slit. The heat of his liquid burns into her clit...she gasps, pushing her pelvis forward, leaning back on one hand. She can feel the excitement in her, and as the stream ends, her fingers find her love button and with a few strokes, she is cumming for him. He smiles, bends down to kiss her, one hand tangled in her hair as he kisses her. "My lil slut" he says with a grin, the affection in his voice a contrast to his words. He licks her wet chest, her breasts, her nipples, tasting himself on her flesh. His hands fumble with the water as he adjust the temperature, and without much warning, she feels the hot water wash over her, just as he moves back. He takes her hand and helps her stand, telling her to finish showering and meet him in the bedroom. She quickly cleans up, and after drying off, crosses the hall, wearing only the tshirt she had on to start. The scent of candles fill the room, and the shadows flicker on the wall as the flames dance. Her eyes take it all in, and she turns to see him watching her. He moves behind her, kissing her neck, hands exploring under the tshirt, cupping the swell of her breasts. She leans back into him, his bare chest against her back. She reaches up behind her, her hands getting tangled in his hair. He lifts the tshirt over her head. Moans and sighs escape her. She has been hot and ready for him all evening. Now. Now she had to have him. Just as she begins to turn to face him, he catches a hand, and snaps a cuff on it. The cool steel encircling her wrist and the sound of the metal clicking closed makes her pussy wetter than ever, and when he pulls the second hand to meet the first, she is in his total control. He kisses her deeply, repeatedly, fingers trailing over sensitive flesh. As her body rubs against his, he raises a hand and begins to spank her pale bottom. Gently, slowly building momentum. He stops and slides a finger through her slit, wet, flowing. Her clit is throbbing. "do you like that?" He asks her, as she nods, "yes! yes...so much!" He pushes her back on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, two soft ropes wrap around her ankles, securing them to the bed posts. He looks down at her, spread open for him, giving herself to him...He rubs his cock through his sweats, and she licks her lips. A long black blindfold wraps around her eyes, removing sight as a sense, but heightening every other one. He picks up one of the long, white, tapered candles. A small puddle of wax at the base of the flame. Holding it high above her, he lets a drop of wax drip onto her chest. She gasps as it's heat spreads through her upper body, and another drop follows. Slowly he drips one drop at a time on her chest, her breasts, her nipples. The hardening wax making impressions of her skin, he slowly moves the drops across her belly, down her thighs...and then, slowly, and from high above her, a drop of wax falls to her slit, rolling down her lips just a bit before becoming to cool to continue...and then another...this time above her clit...and another, over the wet inner pink...again and again the wax droplets fall, as she wiggles under their heat, moaning, sighing, gasping, bucking...clit throbbing....she cums.... He lays his body over hers, she can feel his hard cock pressed against her wet sex through his pants. He kisses her, and squeezes at her breasts, the wax breaking and coming off her skin. She groans into his mouth and moves her hips under him as much as she can with her legs spread and tied. He kisses his way down her body, peeling away hardened wax as he goes...and then stops at her pussy. Slowly he toys with the wax on her clit, knowing she will cum again as he removes it. His tongue teases the wax coated button, and then he smiles as he begins to remove the wax, her body bucking as he does so. He moves up her body again, his lips finding hers, his tongue teasing hers. He lowers his pants, and rubs his hard cock across her still throbbing clit, and she gasps and moves under him. She can feel his naked form against hers, and she raises her hips, wanting him to push inside her. He pushes into her slowly, teasing her with just the head of his cock. She tries to fuck him into her hot tight sex, but he is in control. Only when he says so. She wants him so badly. She bites her lip and wiggles, finally begging "please...please baby...let me have your cock! I wanna feel it inside me..." He teases her some more. "You want my cock?" He asks. "Please...yes...I want your cock..." He finally gives her her wish in one fast hard motion. He can feel her cunt pulling at him, contracting around him. A shiver passes through her body, she reaches forward with handcuffed hands to touch his body as he moves inside her. She mutters, mostly incoherent words of pleasure, sighs, moans, his name...her clit throbs, and she holds off on her climax...wanting to let it build and build... Comments to usedtobethisdiamondring@yahoo.com