Last Friday night we had the absolute most hardcore sex ever. I killed it. I had her screaming and slithering and bucking and moaning and begging for more. On her belly, ass raised for a pounding, and me ramming her down into the bed with each flex of my abs. You know what it’s like when you’re just thrusting away, and each one feels like an attack, like mind control, like she is totally under your command and loving being your slut, your girl, your wiggling and jiggling and beckoning little doll?
So Thursday night we had a big night but it was one of those nights where we got a late start (tincture at 10:15pm) on full stomachs, and the medicine was taking forever to kick in. As my wife points out, sometimes there’s this effect where you feel just a little high, but fully dizzy, and you want to get started but everything ends up being a little irritating. She feels it worse than I do, and on these nights, it can go on for a long time. After the regular two hour wait and then at least 90 minutes of this, so about 1:45am, we gave up and took a little more, in case the dose was too small. In this case we held it under our tongues, because that does seem to have a quicker effect (even if I may have said the opposite in past). Like the whole high doesn’t start right away, but you get a little something, and that was enough to kick us into a higher gear. So that worked. In the past I’ve reported that it doesn’t make a difference, but maybe it does. But then of course at 4am I was super high and seeing visions when I closed my eyes, so sleep was fleeting and I was still high when I got up at 6am to start prepping for the day.
This is the Pure Penn brand Blueberry Muffin stuff. By itself it’s about 32mg of THC per ml, so she takes almost 1ml and I take about 3/4ml. When these little bottles get to the bottom, it’s hard to get any out, so I tend to then pour them into the next one, and owing to that this one has a little bit of that Revel high-THC Indica stuff in it. The box is gone, but maybe I said more about it somewhere in an earlier post. We like it; at first it started quickly, which was nice when we got used to it, but then that quit happening. Anyway, since that was higher THC, like I think 52mg/ml, this bottle may now be something like 34-35mg/ml.
Anyway, Thursday night was great on the performance side; I had a few moments where I was able to keep up successive rapid thrusts for a few minutes at a time and she came very hard, many times. But after that hour-plus of irritation, where I kept trying to grab her to see if she was ready and she just got more and more annoyed, it was difficult to really get on the same wavelength, so there was an intimacy missing, a little bit. On the other hand I was also very creative with mouth and tongue, and so was she, so we can be proud of our efforts.
But Friday night. Wow. We went to a new place. I called it “hardcore” above, but that doesn’t really do it justice. I’ve mentioned before that when we, for example, get into the lite S&M stuff, it doesn’t feel like we’re acting out something unusual. Basically, it doesn’t feel kinky when we’re doing it. It is kinky, for sure, but it only feels hot, as well as intimate and bonding. There’s no artifice involved, even when we’re doing a little bit of pretending (as in, I don’t dominate her at all in the rest of our lives). We’re just going places and hitting emotions that feel good and are meaningful to us as a couple. And this new place, or really several new places, had a power that I’m not going to be able to express in words.
I don’t recall what she was wearing at first, but in stages she got quickly into a pure fantasy for me. I should start with some background.
OK, so like just about every other guy I get turned on by little short plaid skirts in fantasies, even though in real life the potential implication that I was interested in someone underage was for sure complicated, so I was never sure it was a good idea to test fantasy that in real life. In order to avoid any stomach-turning regret, your brain says “caution” and you maybe don’t go there.
Nonetheless, sometime in January I went on Shein and bought this skirt. Somewhere, I can’t figure out where, I bought white thigh-high stockings with little bows at the top (affiliate link), and she already had that white crop top I’ve mentioned before. Oh and then I got these cute little lacy panties (affiliate link), since they seemed just so demure and would look so sweet hanging out of that skirt.
Well anyway, I didn’t mention to her that I’d bought this stuff, and at some point between then and now she mentioned that she would never want to dress up in a way that made it seem like I was interested in someone underage. Too complicated. So I thought, OK, we’re kind of on the same page there, I guess, and I put the schoolgirl outfit away, and I never talked about it. But somehow it ended up in a drawer in her dresser, and not in the regular spot for our fun fantasy dress-up clothes but in a spot where she chanced upon it while looking for something entirely different. Huh. On Friday night. I’m pretty sure I didn’t put it there on purpose, but maybe when she said what she said I was high and decided to stuff it away somewhere out of sight, which was this top drawer on one side, which was maybe the closest drawer to me, with the idea that I would then retrieve it later and hide it away somewhere better. And then I forgot? I mean, this probably sounds like a veiled confession but I truly have no memory of any of this. This just seems more likely than she grabbed the whole outfit and stuffed it into a drawer full of work clothes.
So when she pointed it out to me, on Friday night, I was like “Uh, I bought that a few months ago and I didn’t put it in that drawer. You’ve seen it before.” I hadn’t, at that point, had enough time to do any soul-searching and thinking about all the ways I might have done that–I was being 100% sincere. So she said again this thing about not wanting to raise the implication that she was underage, and it occurred to me, in that moment (we were not high yet, so my mind was pretty clear even though I’d just sort of been caught with something taboo) that she’s not going to look or feel to me like she’s underage, she’s going to be my wife dressing up in a naughty outfit, and that’s something we enjoy a lot. So I said “what if it’s not you underage, but just you wearing an outfit?” and she said, more or less, “well, we’ll see what happens when I’m in a different state.” Our ability to test the hotness of a taboo substantially increases when we’re high, and she knows it, and often likes it.
Anyway I didn’t really know if it was going to happen, and sometimes we’re just not in the mood for her to dress up at all so if it was going to happen I didn’t know it was going to happen that night. But there she was, in whatever she was wearing and we were getting going pretty good, I’d already fingered her to a bunch of orgasms and kissed and bit her a little bit, and we had fallen deeply into that bestial lust for each other that the marijuana helps inspire. I said “can I put an outfit on you?” and she said yeah. So we got it all on her, and she said “do you want the shoes?” meaning these hot stilettos I’ve probably mentioned before. And I was getting pretty shaky with excitement because here she was, dressing up like the hottest fucking fantasy fuck you ever had, and in stilettos and those white thigh-highs, and damn if I didn’t fuck her brains out for three hours straight. And the spanking was really, really, really fucking good because oh my god, did she look like a very bad girl who thoroughly deserved it. My beautiful little submissive wife, I love you more than I ever thought possible.
There’s more to say about that night, but it’s a slightly different subject–the stories I told–so probably merits its own post anyway.
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