Slippery and sticky and covered in lube

Posted on | December 17, 2011 | 2 Comments |

I’m a wanton, greedy, messy slut. Delightedly so! And while Apollo may not have known that the day we met, he certainly did just a few days later, once I’d thoroughly seduced him. It’s one of my charm points, you know. Me? Slutty. He’s fine with that. It works well for us.

Being as I am, and being polyamorous, I also share my wantonness around – another thing Apollo knew when we met (seducing a wonderful woman from Wellington the day after we met and the day before I took him home? Yeah, that might have given that away …).  But! I do keep one thing – one single solitary thing out of my great big bag of fun-sexy-stuff-to-play-with – just for him. Yes, there is one thing I do with my husband that I don’t do with any other partner – one thing that I am really happy to keep just for us.

It’s a little thing, but it’s a special thing. What is it? Is it shocking? Am I embarrassed? No.   So what am I talking about? It might not seem like much to you. It’s only special in context. But that context matters, you see.

Apollo is the only person with whom I have penetrative (vaginal) sex without a condom.  And it’s glorious!

I’ve always appreciated the wonderfulness of this – especially as there’s semi-regular fucking with other cock-wearing people. And while I find the putting on of a condom to be a remarkably sexy act (that’s a different post to be written), the sensation of fucking without one, of feeling the slide of muscles and skin and lubricant and ejaculate, to be amazingly intimate and hot and, well, orgasmic. But not something to be done lightly.

I have a renewed appreciation of Apollo’s cock, in my cunt. And a renewed appreciation of his juices, too. Because in between having my Mirena IUD removed a few years ago, and having my Essure sterilisation (finally!) done earlier this year, I was without any form of hormonal birth control in an attempt to minimise my migraines. And that meant – alas – we had to use condoms together as well.  And that was okay … but it made me sad that the one thing we had together, we were unable to do for a time.

But now we have it back, and it is back with a vengeance! So there is fucking. And there is more fucking. And there is fucking with masses of lube. And fucking with me riding him like a slow, teasing nymph. Fucking with him biting my shoulders as he rolls his hips and slides deeper. And the orgasms. My juices seeping around his plunging. Gushing over his testes. Trickling down his thighs. And him offering me, as always, my choice. Do I want him to come inside my cunt? Or elsewhere?

This morning I asked for the thing I have really, really missed. I have dreamed of this. Wanked thinking of this.

So he slowly pulled himself out of my dripping cunt and knelt upright between my knees. He jacked his delectably slippery cock with one hand and he held my labia open with the other. And then, groaning, he spurted all over my cunt lips.

Hot. Slippery. Heavenly!

And only ours.

 

 

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2 Responses to “Slippery and sticky and covered in lube”

  1. Sex addict
    July 11th, 2012 @ 2:22 pm

    You are so lucky you get to do these things!

  2. Dee
    July 14th, 2012 @ 1:42 pm

    It was utterly marvellous to be able to do this again, after such a long spell without!

    xx Dee


  

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