Sod The Roses - Sex Stories

Sod The Roses

... and licked his hand clean, finger to finger, knuckle to knuckle, every little line of his palm, even going down to his wrist while purring the most contented kitty purr of my life. I tasted absolutely divine, a bit like peach syrup. And I’m not making it up like ‘honey’ and ‘nectar’ No, I will stay clear from those descriptions from now on because it doesn’t flipping taste like honey, but I do taste like sweet, fruity, syrupy peach juice. I bet you want to have a taste now. Lol.

And when I thought that might just have been one of the best experiences of my life, my kooky husband pushed my face into the soft bed, and G.T. patted my cheek with the paddle.

Fuck me! Most would not go there, not on the first meet, for sure. He’s the real deal. “Harder,” I begged him, gritting my teeth, wanting him to go really hard but praying that he wouldn’t.

I have absolutely no idea how he did it, but it was just what I needed. Hard enough to get off on the sting but not hard enough to really hurt. I was considering telling him ‘more’, but we had to leave some fun for next time, so that got downvoted quickly in my mind.

“Now, the best part,” he said as they both got off the bed, and he pulled a condom out of his pocket.

Usually this bit can be awkward, but with these two... We were still having fun shooting some jokes about how we were running out of XL condoms and how he probably could have filled an XXL.

Does that even exist?

If it does, he needs that one.

And me? ...

... Possibly a restraining order.

Before he rolled it on, a sudden greed took over me to feel him in my throat again – my mouth and pussy going into a vicious catfight over which one wanted it more.

Thank the stars, it wasn’t my decision to make. Otherwise, it would have involved some cloning or a really sharp knife and a solution akin to the Judgment of Solomon. Yeah, not a good idea.

“Let me go underneath her,” my husband said, putting the scene in motion.

This is the kind of sick one-eighty-turn you get with switches. One minute, I’m a purring kitten; the next, I’m the rabid panther and him... one minute, he’s choking me with all his might; the next, he is the humble pathetic cuck thirsting for our combined juices.

It took my brain a few minutes to catch up because I didn’t know if I should have switched into domme mode or if I was overthinking it again.

Luckily, we had someone who didn’t give a shoot and was secure in his position of always being on the top. He instructed me to take hubby’s cock in my mouth as he slid that standout cock into me with ease. I felt like a five-thousand-piece puzzle after the last piece had been pressed into place. I was ready to be framed and hung on the fucking wall.

I don’t blame Quinn that this is his very favourite position. I couldn’t pick just one, but it would be in the top ten for sure. If you have never tried being filled on both ends, well, you definitely should. Absolutely nothing compares to it. Your mind just ...