I woke up when ♀ got home from having breakfast with her brother. I hadn’t had enough sleep. I felt thick and stupid and cranky. I ate the leftover pizza from the night before then crawled back under the covers still wearing sweatpants and her fuzzy pink housecoat. Two hours later I was awake again, drenched in sweat.

 

♀ was chatting with someone online. She’d lost her pants. I kissed her cheek and she told me to release her sweater puppies. I undid her bra. I went in the other room and turned on the idiot box. The football game I was going to watch was 24-1 at halftime. ♀ went into the bedroom. I switched to Rocky & Bullwinkle.

 

 ”Come here, Princess.”

 

She was spread-eagled before me. Feet on the floor, bent at the waist, upper body on the bed. I took off my clothes and stood between her legs, rubbing my thickening cock between her ass cheeks.

 

“Is this an acceptable way for a slut to present herself?”

“I’m certain a presentation like this will get lots of  attention.”

“It’s to bad there aren’t any real men here to appreciate it. Put your face down there and lick my panties.

When I wrote this post last night it had very detailed descriptions of the two times we fucked yesterday. It was day three of her period so there was much blood and showers and laundry…lots and lots of laundry. We’d been away from home the past two weekends and I’d been a 6-night a week kinda baker for three weeks before that so this was the first full weekend we’d spent at home in a long time. The sex was great, but when I read the post this morning it didn’t sparkle. There seemed to be a lot of ‘tab A went into slot B and several orgasms were achieved’. It was a boring read so I deleted it.

 

After one of our showers yesterday she told me she wanted me to do something different with her hair. Remember I took a hair braiding class a few years ago? Well, she’s decided I need to expand my repertoire. So with the help of several tutorials on Youtube, I learned how to do a ‘fishtail’ braid.

 

Later in the day she brought out a french manicure kit she’d bought awhile ago. I’ve been painting her toe nails for a long time, but she doesn’t usually let me do her fingers…I’ve always had trouble colouring within the lines. This french manicure kit is an entirely different level of  fiddly. We did her fingers together and she only needed to fix 2/10. Then she told me to do her toes myself. That is really freakin hard to do. I got frustrated and asked what the point of little white stripes on the tips of  little tiny toe nails. She said I needed to know lots of ways to make her look beautiful for other men.

 

I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think men…I mean ‘real’ men notice things like fishtail braids and french pedicures?

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

So, did you have a good holiday weekend?

We’ve been out of town for almost a week; visiting relatives, meeting some new people, eating some great food, tasting some new beers and during the past two days…spending way to much time in the car. The trip home from her dad’s house should have taken about 3.5 hours, but it took 6.5 hours. Bloody tourists!

 

There was so much to do once we got home.  Two different people had given us big bags of rhubarb from their gardens and ♀ had bought a big flat of strawberries. She started cleaning and chopping that all up (she’s planning on making pies and jam and a crisp later in the week), while I started unpacking and emptying the litter box and watering plants and starting the laundry. We hadn’t had Internet access for most of the week so email needed to be checked and snail-mail needed to be opened and phone calls needed to be returned and about 9 pm he both realized we were starving hungry.

 

Other than the rhubarb & strawberries, there was no fresh produce in the house and all the meat was frozen so we decided to go out for dinner. That meant we needed to get dressed because our clothes had fallen off the moment we’d first walked in the door. After 9 pm on a Sunday night meant the first two sushi places we went to were closed and we didn’t feel like pub food and by the time we found a place open with good food (I don’t do the fast-food thing) we were getting cranky.

 

But Earl’s was open and the food was tasty and so was our waitress and we started feeling stronger…still  bagged, but we felt like we could get through the rest of the evening without to much stress. We decided that when we got home I’d shave my face, ♀ would shave my head, we’d have a shower and climb into bed while she was still awake enough to have lovin’s.

 

You know what they say about the best laid plans…I had somehow missed the pocket in our suitcase that had her medication in it. So I had to go to our storage locker and pull them all out…we’d only taken one, but it’s part of a set that fit inside one another.  So I had to take them apart like those little wooden dolls to find her pills and then put everything away again. By the time I got back she was writing another email. It was in regard to summer employment so it was important, but it just made things later.

 

The 11 pm news was just coming on and she suggested we climb into bed to watch the first part of the news and then shave and have our shower. Now I have to say we love our bed. Seriously, it is so comfortable…if you were ever to lay in it you would never want to get out of it.  When ever we’re away, it’s our bed that we miss more than anything. ♀ got herself all snuggled in and then asked me to do her feet. I’d forgotten to pack the file so they were getting rough.  I filed them smooth and rubbed lotion into them while we watched the news. What I didn’t realize is that while I was rubbing her piggies, she was rubbing her clitty. She did let me smell her fingers at one point, but they smelled like strawberries and I thought her occasional moans were because I was doing such a great job on her feet.

 

By the time I put the file and cream away and realized what was really going on, she was well on her way. I crawled under the covers and my mouth replaced her fingers on her clit and two of my fingers easily slipped inside and it didn’t take long for her to come. She usually only orgasms once in a session and if she come first, she encourages me to come quickly after her.  However, this time she was still really horny and was clearly enjoying how I was fucking her. I would pull out to the very tip of my cock then slowly re-enter her…long slow thrusts while she played with her clit. She likes being able to close her legs when she’s almost ready to orgasm, but I wouldn’t let her close them. In fact, I used my knees to keep her as wide open as possible while I fucked her.

 

“You need to keep your legs spread so every one can see what a  horny little slut you are.

All the men like watching me fuck your sloppy wet cunt.

They’re all stroking their big thick cocks waiting for their turn after I’m done using you.

Come on my cock Bitch. Let them all see what they’ll be getting.”

 

Her second orgasm seemed bigger than the first (it was louder at least). She hadn’t even stopped shaking when I told her to roll over and get on her elbows and knees. She obeyed (thrilling for a sissy) and offered me her juicy wet cunt. I grabbed her luscious hips and fucked her hard and fast. I called her every filthy name imaginable while my thighs slapped against her ass and her cunt went squish squash squelch.

 

My orgasm was long and intense. I tried to push every last drop of cum deep inside her hot wet pussy. I was empty, but I wasn’t done with her yet. She rolled over onto her back and I handed her the Wahl. That looked after her clit and I started to fuck her with her favourite glass dildo. With every thrust of the toy I could see our juices squishing out of her cunt. It didn’t take long for her to get to the edge. She tried to move the vibrator away, but I grabbed her hand with my free hand and held the vibrating tip tight against her clit while the toy went in and out of her like a bumpy glass piston.

 

Her third orgasm of the night was…well ‘intense’  just doesn’t quite describe it. She was soaked. The sheets were soaked. I had managed to reduce my Goddess to a quivering mass of post-orgasmic goo. And yeah, I’m pretty proud of myself.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I  mentioned recently that other than panties, I haven’t been wearing any girly clothes lately.  Part of that is because Junior has been living with us while he goes back to school for a year and part of it is…well…I’m not really sure…I guess I just haven’t been feeling very ‘girly’ lately.

 

I suspect my recent crankiness has more to do with the holidays than any kind of disconnect from my girly-self. Regardless, I didn’t object when ♀ got home from the gym yesterday and suggested we go for pedicures. We had a quick shower and shaved our legs. I found our flip-flops and off we went. We just went to one of those places in the mall. It wasn’t nearly as nice as a salon of course, but it was cheaper and just a spur of the moment kinda thing.

 

Mine are a dark purple (almost black) and ♀ had hers painted red. After we were done, we wandered through the mall and stopped in a couple of lingerie stores. It’s cold and wet here so flip-flops and pretty nails probably stood out even more than usual, but I didn’t care. We didn’t end up buying anything (shocking) even though we both found stuff we liked. If  we had been buying (darn finances) ♀ found a couple of bras and a bustier that she really liked and I found a babydoll w/panty (black) and a cami w/panty (pink) that were super cute.

 

When we were having lovin’s this morning, ♀ told me that with the right shoes the pink oufit would make me look just like a princess…her princess. She’s so descriptive that while I was riding her and she was stroking my back and playing with my nipples I really did feel ‘girly’ for awhile.

 

When I got up I found this very clever advertisement for Aubade’s new website, FrenchArtOfLoving.com on The Lingerie Post.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss