I started writing this post a few weeks ago, feeling like I had to get it out urgently. But then the next night’s dosage started kicking in so I had to let the writing go. Anyway, this is what I wrote before I couldn’t write anymore:
I actually could title this post a few different ways that would be equally salacious. We had our best night ever Thursday night, then a really fun night last night. Just now (8:30pm on Saturday) she said “hey, we don’t have any plans tomorrow, right?” and that was true, so here we are drugged up and waiting for it to kick in.
But what I wanted to write about is Thursday night. Now before you go any further, if it’s sometime in the future and you’re like a kid or grandkid of ours, you might want to skip this one. Or if you don’t skip it, understand that what I’m going to talk about is only any good at all because we have a lot of trust in each other.
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.OK, so I was thoroughly on fire, and so was she. My mouth skills were best-ever level, and she was getting a “new” orgasm every minute or two. By the way, she told me the other day that “new” for her generally means the orgasm was centered in a different place. Like physically in a different location in her body.
I was then going to go on to say something like this: on that Thursday night, at some point when she was on her belly and I was kneeling next to her, probably with my hands under her, rubbing her clit, it occurred to me (plain as day, somehow–there was no doubt in my mind, no second-guessing at all) that she was a very bad girl who needed to be punished.
I started spanking her fairly gently. Now if you’ve read this post from 2021, you’ll know that spanking is something we do sometimes. But there hasn’t been this punishment aspect to it; I just hit her pretty hard, and when it works she comes. I don’t know what’s going on in her mind, but her orgasms are so dominantly physical I think it has really just been the pain and the resulting endorphins that bring about the climax. It hadn’t ever been the joy of being dominated, or that it brought some deep-seated childhood pain to the surface, or anything like that. All physical.
This time, I wasn’t hitting hard enough for that. With the kids nearby (that Birthday/Valentine’s Day session was in a hotel room, with the kids at friends’ houses), it’s kind of loud, both the spank itself and the squealing it inspires, and I’m not really sure that’s the sound I want them to hear when they hear us, if they ever do. So this time it was gently, but with some speed, that is, I was flicking my wrist to spank her just with my fingers, so it definitely stung a little but didn’t make that big clapping sound. And she was responding more with an “OH oh OH” than a cry of pain/pleasure. The really fun part this time was, she was egging me on! She kept twisting her hot little ass one way or another, to get me to hit some other part of it, and then she said “faster!”. So I sped up, hitting just as hard across the area of her asshole and her pussy, and she went into a crazed state, her face clinched in an orgasmic grimace, her body quivering and twisting. We kept at it a bit longer, but coming down from that kind of high is hard, and finally I stopped, since it was going to be impossible to summon that kind of intensity right away.
This was the first time she’d really begged to be spanked, which was hot; and while I was doing it my dirty talk was along the lines of “You little slut, you need to be punished for being so naughty,” that is, she had to be spanked because it was so naughty of her to so thoroughly enjoy being spanked. It was, on the one hand, a perpetual sexual thrill machine, and on the other hand, a foray into something that felt very much like S&M, more so than at any time in the past. So I think this time the excitement and the orgasms were not just physical–she totally got off on being very naughty little girl.
Why did this post that I thought needed to get out so urgently actually end up taking a few weeks? Well, there were the holidays and all that, but that accounts for only a couple days of not having time to write. The real reason was that we kept having lots of great sex, night after night. Too much, actually, but not that the sex suffered, it’s more just that getting high and having four hours of sex three nights a week wears me out a bit. And that’s really too much weed, I’m afraid; I know there are patients who do it daily but it and the sleep loss affect my mental functioning. A relaxation of work responsibilities has meant that I’ve been able to do it, but after the new year (i.e. starting tomorrow) that won’t be the case anymore, so I’m sure we’re going back to 1-2 nights weekly. But this last four weeks it’s been 12 sessions, all of them great to stupendous, best-night-ever level.
There’s too much to report in detail, but I need to share just two significant developments.
First, I think I’ve mentioned–maybe not, it’s hard to remember and if I go back to read old posts I’ll never get this one done–that we’ve been bringing her ass back in to the game a bit lately. She was never anti-anal–in fact, she brought it up before I did, early in our relationship–and we had one year where every fucking session concluded in hardcore anal, sometimes with me pounding my full length into and out of her asshole while she screamed and cried in joy and submission. But since then it’s been a rare event; I might put a finger up there while chewing on her clit, or a thumb when we’re fucking doggy-style and my other hand is on her clit, but in 7-8 years we’d done penis-anal probably about five times. Primarily this is because it hurt too much.
Lately, though, she’s been enjoying the fingering more, which gives me time to work her anus with two fingers, then three, and from there to kind of gyrate them around in increasingly wide circles, so it loosens her up to where my cock is not too much bigger than the hole we’ve already worked to build. (This, by the way, is an important point when it comes to anal–you really can’t just dive in. You need tons of lube and her anus has to be warmed up–stretched out a bit.) This can take long enough that she gets desensitized and it’s not as fun to continue, or that I get distracted from enjoying it all and soften up too much. Three times lately, and twice in the last month, I’ve gotten her to that point before the excitement dwindled, and we got to the holy grail.
The thing is, even at that point when I’m inside her sweet little tight sphincter, there’s still a lot of work involved. Her anus may be ready, but there are a lot of folds and twists in there that you can’t just go banging away at. You have to SCREW her, that is, go in slowly and carefully. The risk here for me is that she probably won’t be moaning in pleasure at that point, so I start thinking she might be in too much pain, and then I can’t maintain the mental state necessary to stay hard enough. But–if I work at that while I, or she, rubs her clit, and maybe I bite her neck and shoulders at the same time, we can get to the place where I’m hard and unselfconsciously enjoying the way I’m in complete control, dominating her completely, and she’s loosened up and enjoying whatever it is that’s pleasurable about anal penetration and bucking and squealing, and I’m in heaven. We got there, this last time, and after getting her off a few times, I grabbed her hips with both hands, slammed deep into her again and again while pulling her to me, and finally exploded, balls-deep inside her, with such force that I could feel my come splashing back at me. It was sorcery, and we collapsed in ecstasy.
Second, her cocksucking is just getting insanely good. She’s worked me into her neck probably an additional half an inch since wherever we were the last time I talked about it. And she’s still coming every time she does that, sometimes a few quick ones in a row, so I’ll be down her throat when she’s bucking and quaking, which sends me to heaven. I actually left this plane for a moment one time; she was wearing a beautiful lacy red bra and panty set, with a red silk robe loosely arranged over her shoulders. I was kneeling at one corner of the bed and she was splayed on her belly in front of me, so I could see her sweet little ass jiggling with each quake, the red thong string running up between her cheeks. I spanked her a little, reaching over, and that made her come; I nearly lost it and blew up but I managed to hold back. Then she pushed me to indicate it was time for me just to enjoy what she was about to do, and started throatfucking me, sliding me back and forth, multiple inches of me in her throat, and I left this dimension. I arched backwards, still on my knees, spread my arms, and let the energy of the universe fill me as my cock filled with blood, reaching its most engorged state and further filling her throat. When it surged in size she started coming again, and kept coming while pulling me back and forth in her mouth and throat, her tongue massaging the underside of my cock. I became the universe as my sexual pleasure blew light years beyond anything I’d ever felt.
I’m getting poetic and floral here, a bit, so there’s something else I’ll just report dryly so I have a chance of finishing this post before I keep over in exhaustion. She’s been liking it when she’s on her back and I shimmy up to stick my dick in her mouth, and a couple times lately I, from above her, have pushed my cock down into her throat without asking and maybe with an indication that she doesn’t have a choice (of course she does, but there is a fantasy we play here). She has come HARD, multiple times, while I’ve quasi-mercilessly fucked her throat, her head on the pillow, unable to retreat. Oh my god. One time we put her in a maid costume:
(that’s not her, by the way, just a model from the online shop where I bought it). She wore it with shiny black fuck-me pumps, and we acted it out a little bit. That she was the slutty maid who started flirting with her boss, and when he called her bluff, she got overcome and couldn’t say no. Anyway, after we’d been fucking and sucking and everything for a good long time with her in that outfit, she was getting herself off with her Satisfyer (i.e. the clit-sucking toy). She was completely out of her mind, acting like a total brainless nymphomaniac bimbo, and coming over and over, so when her writhing resulted in her mouth being close to one side of the bed, I got over there and put my cock in her mouth. She went to town, sucking me fast and deep and just really making a show of how badly she wanted that cock in her mouth. I said “yeah, slut, suck your boss’s cock and make it good,” and she looked at me, opening her eyes wide, as if to say “punish me now.” I leaned up to get over her and pushed hard into her; her eyes took on a slightly frightened look and she began coming, her eyes locked on mine, a little tear coming out of the side of her eye. I hissed “eat my cock, slut!”, forcing my way in and out of her throat, and then pulled out, spraying cum everywhere but her face, the first strand flying across the room.
Alright. There’s more to add, like how much I enjoyed her in this 
outfit, but I gotta get to bed. Oh, also I took the rimming to a new level and had my tongue deep in her asshole, which I’m still reliving, it was so hot.