“Looks like you want to start our date early,” I said.

My spouse and I had a date set for 9am, but it was 8am.  He took off his clothes and climbed into bed with me.

“Yes, I’m early” he said.

“I guess you’re horny,” I said.

He held out his arms to hug me.

“I want to be close to you,” he said.

“Yeah, I can see that,” I said, looking at his large erection.

I accepted his hug.  We kissed and cuddled one another sweetly.

“Do you want to masturbate?” I asked.

“I want you to suck my dick,” he said.


“Yes, I know you like that,” I said.

“What about you?  What do you want?” he asked.

He began to masturbate, and I thought about what I wanted.  I’d been feeling sad, which is why I was lying in bed, depressed and unmotivated to do much of anything.

“What would be erotic for you?” I asked.  “Are you thinking about coming down my throat?”

“Yes,” he said.

“What would be erotic for me would be pushing my tits onto your face while you masturbate,” I said.  “Can I do that?”

“Yes,” he said.


So I pushed my tits on his face as he masturbated.  Yes, it was erotic.  He began to lick and suck my nipples, and I was more aroused than I anticipated.  He looked so beautiful, with my tits in his face.  I thought about trying to take a picture.

We cuddled and kissed as he rubbed his dick, and I looked at how pretty it was in his hand, the head poking out of his grasping hand over and over again.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I want to come in your pussy,” he said.

“Aw,” I said, moved at the sweetness of his desire for me.  “Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” he said.

He kissed, licked, and sucked at my breasts some more as he beat off, and I started to fantasize about climbing on top of him and rubbing my wet cunt on his erection.  I was so slippery and ready.  Not necessarily to slide him inside of me and ride him like that.  I just wanted to glide on him, letting him feel the heat of my wet slit, marking him as mine for that moment.


My fantasy got the best of me, and I stood up to lean over the bed and suck his dick.  Yes, he liked it.  Then I asked him to move to the center of the bed, and I climbed on top of him.

“Is this ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I wanted him to slurp at my tits as I humped him, so I moved a pillow under his head.

“Can you breathe ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

I was putting a lot of force on him, and he’s not very verbal normally.  We moved together, and I was happy that the bed was quiet for once.

I would go into another world, flooded with pleasure like I was drooling.  Then I would pop back into the regular work to check in about how he was doing.  I hopped off when he seemed too breathless.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“I don’t wanna be like a succubus,” I said.  “You deserve to breathe.”


We cuddled more, and I asked him, “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” he said.

He told me he had come in me.  Wow, I missed it.  Maybe I was confused about the breath.

We rested together, and I didn’t come.  In fact, a few days have passed since this early date encounter, with lots of sex, and I still haven’t come.

I feel orgasm deprived, and it’s the middle of the night.  Maybe I’ll masturbate as he’s lying beside me, like the slut I am, and try not to wake him.

By Nest

Curious, disabled Earth Goddess, telling the truth.

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