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Desire Runs Deep

The Boyfriend started talking about the sex we were going to have on his next days off the exact same day that he went back to work after his last day’s off. And every single day, multiple times a day, he’d make all sorts of comments or suggestions or requests, maybe. I’m not really sure how to describe the sweet nothings that he exchanges when he’s like this. Writing most of them down often time doesn’t sound as good as it does when he says it.

By the time he was actually on his days off, three days later, from the moment he walked in the door, he was immediately going off about sex. The sex he was planning to have, the sex he would like to have in his future, the sex that he’s had in the past, nothing but sex. And it went on all day long. I’ve talked to him about my lack of desire and he had decided that he was going to do anything he could to make it go away.

At dinnertime, he was officially ready to go. It seemed like every move he made would give him an erection and on many occasions, I would catch him staring at me with that look in his eyes that signals that he’s thinking dirty thoughts. He wasn’t by any means ready to have sex at this point, it was just on his mind heavily – like it normally is with me. Part of me was insanely happy that for once it was happening to him and not to me. I feel like his low sex drive has never interfered with his day-to-day functioning, whereas it happens to me all the time. Part of me just felt confused as to why it’s not happening to me…

After we were done getting the kids all ready for bed, it was still too early for us to go and have sex. He also wanted me to be more aroused and spent the remainder of our pre-sex time trying for that. He asked if we could sit on the couch and go through my Tumblr together. The thing that I always love the most about him checking out my Tumbr is that it opens up a great line of communication between us. We can talk about all the stuff we like, are curious about and don’t like. We can reminisce about the time we tried “this” or “that” and we can discuss bodies and genders and sexuality in a way that seems really informal, incredibly comfortable for both of us, and that doesn’t feel like anyone is putting pressure on anyone – which is huge for him, because he does not deal well with sexual pressure.

He ended up leaving for a short while, instructing me to continue browsing. We were probably on there for a good two hours and he was relieved when he reached between my legs and I was showing the first signs of wetness. My computer got put down, our TV got turned onto some show in the background and an incredibly intense fingering session commenced.

It started out really slow to get me into it and he took so much time exploring every little piece of vulva with each of his fingers. He focused a lot less on penetrative fingering and a lot more on soft and sensual flesh rubbing. After a good long while of softness, and as his erection began to tug his pants tighter and tighter, the rubbing turned to penetrating, which eventually turned into four fingers sliding as deep into me as they could manage. He asked if I was okay and I nodded. He covered my neck and chest in these big wet kisses before continuing on. When he pulled his fingers away, I was surprisingly dry and he returned to the soft and gentle rubbing. We went through this process probably five or six times, the softness to the roughness, the rubbing to the penetration.

Finally, I was ready to orgasm, which was his goal all along. Since one of the kids was still upstairs awake watching shows, I asked if we could sneak into the bathroom. He wasn’t anywhere near ready to orgasm yet, but I desperately wanted to orgasm on his cock. I felt like it had been too long since that had happened, even though it really hadn’t. He rushed into the bathroom and waited for me to follow behind him, his pants already down around his ankles. I orgasmed almost immediately and his hands grabbed at every inch of flesh he could get his hands on. He pounded me hard as the last ripple of orgasm shook over me and I covered my mouth to keep myself quiet. Then, he walked away and told me I was getting changed.

He handed me my dress. We came back out the living room and sat on the couch for a few minutes before his hand was between my legs again. He said, “After this, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you to do. And you remember our safeword obviously…“, he trailed off and I smiled wide trying to figure out what he might have in mind. He had been talking about needing lube a lot, so I figured it was going to be something like that, but I was wrong. He sat down on the floor and rested his head on the couch. He then told me to stand in front of him.

Although I put my feet there, it felt like he moved my legs into position, so that I was partially standing, partially straddling his face. He pulled me harder onto him as his tongue and lips went to work and I reached down and grabbed frantically at any part of him I could reach, mostly his hair and one arm that was supporting my shaking leg. He used his hands to force my hips back and forth until I took over. It didn’t take long before I was drenching his mouth with my second orgasm and he responded like it was the best thing ever.

He slid out from underneath of me and quickly and roughly penetrated me from behind, pushing me right into the couch. He threw my dress up to reveal my ass cheeks and dug his fingers deeply into the flesh, pushing himself so deep into me that I moaned into the back of the couch and clawed at any fabric I could gather.

He pulled out and decided he was going to move our bed down to the living room. I’m not exactly sure why he decided on this. Once the bed was all set up, he asked me to put porn on the TV, although it didn’t get watched at all. His hands again went to work between my legs and after he had gotten me good and wet with lots of kissing and breast nibbling, a good long sex session was had. It started on my side, and then my leg ended up over his hip, and then he ended up on top of me.

He went for what felt like forever as I worked desperately for my third orgasm. It was utterly impossible. No matter what I did, no matter what he did, I stayed perfectly peaked near the tip of an orgasm. I don’t know how he manages to continue fucking me for so long. I could understand if he slowed down more, but he doesn’t. He keeps an incredibly steady pace, he doesn’t seem like he’s off somewhere else trying to keep his mind off an orgasm, he still does all the same stuff as if he hasn’t been working his ass off for the longest time! It always impresses me, even after so long of experiencing it.

We were both getting exhausted. My hand just couldn’t do it, we were both sweating terribly, and when he pulled out and said “Time’s up, for now!“, I was actually really relieved and he could tell. His plan was to have another round of sex, but when he stood up from the bed, he immediately said, “Oh my god, I think I need to cum. My balls are begging for it!” and I gladly offered up my mouth for his use.

Normally, he lays down and I get in between his legs or lay beside him for blowjobs. It’s our preferred positioning because he can play with my hair and gets to be in charge of what my head does for the most part. I was lucky and convinced him to be on top and he happily lowered himself in between my waiting lips. Normally, he feels rigid and stiff and you can feel all the veins on his cock. The need to orgasm had made his whole cock feel soft, even though it was still as long as if he had had a regular erection, but it wasn’t vein-y or rigid, almost felt flaccid. It was perfect for how absolutely deep he was going.

His legs were shaking from desperation and it took so much longer than either one of us was expecting for him to cum. He pushed so deeply into my throat as he came, I quickly had to pull him back so that I could swallow and I am sure that I made some very obvious gulping sounds. He kept cumming and cumming and his legs were shaking so bad, I thought he was going to collapse. It took him a few seconds to rise after he was done, which gave me plenty of time to get him nice and cleaned up.

I fell asleep so fast when my head hit the pillow, even though I was expecting to be up all night sketching out, being that it’s been so long since we last slept in the living room. And it was such an amazing sleep! He woke up with the kids in the morning and stayed awake to play games and let me sleep peacefully until noon, and it was utter bliss.

Today, I feel like I can still feel his four fingers deep inside of me. Every once and awhile, I’ll sit in an angle that makes it feel like I’ve been punched in the vagina. It’s one of those things, like a bruise after a consensual beating, that hurts a little but once you remember why it’s there makes it feel pleasurable. I’ve also been in desperate need of hugs today, which he has been ready to hand out at every turn.