Well, Jane and I are back in the same place at the same time... although, for those of you who are looking for tales of sexual escapades, you're going to be sorely disappointed. I'd say slide on over to Magdala's Submission for a good read. Because here, all you're going to hear about is how Miller seems to find his way between Jane and me in almost any situation... I'm not going to blame Jane's game playing... or her depression... or whatever, but there ain't been any sex.
Wonder if she'd play like Magdala does?
We'll just have to see.
Monday, February 14
Tuesday, February 8
More of the same
On the road. I'm beginning to think the boss has it out for me. Perhaps I ought to find a new job. Last week, however, Jane joined me, leaving Miller with her sister, Janet. Jane had withdrawals, but we had a nice time. I didn't get any work done after hours, nor did we get to the ballet (Jane wanted to).
We had some great sex, however.
We were at the Marriott Renaissance; standard room, but plushier than home. Now Jane's back at her sisters with Miller (who's walking now; I've yet to see it), and I'm still on the road. The TV is blaring, and I'm thinking about our last night together.
Jane's grandmother came to visit with us on the last night we were gonna be together, and I was beat, so I returned to the room about 9pm. Jane came back around two hours later. I was already in bed, resting comfortably in just a pair of Sponge Bob boxers. Jane snuggled next to me; pretty soon I was hard and she was wet.
We'd been getting freaky all week. A little of this, a little of that. So, anyway, we snuggled a bit, kissing, hands wandering here and there. She was hot; I hate to think what she was talking to her grandmother about; freaks. Anyway, pretty soon we Jane was begging me to fuck her. She was on her back, her legs splayed wide; I was between her legs, Sponge Bob around my ankles, Mr. Winky pressed up against her wetness, our mouths locked on each other, a sense of desperation building. And, then, I slipped in her wetness, and we were bucking together.
And then, she pulled her mouth away from mine and starting talking. "Take me from behind. Please. Fuck me in the ass. Put it in my ass."
Hmmm, there's an offer.
So, I pulled out of Jane's pussy, and she rolled over, her head down on the bed, her legs slightly apart, her pussy wet and dripping, and she was begging for me to slip my cock in her ass. I slobbered on my hand and then lubed up between her ass cheeks, my fingers pushing into the little rosebud. She moaned. My cock was hard, and I pressed up against her, and then felt the head slip inside. Pretty soon I'd drilled her, my cock all the way in, planted like an American flag on a foreign shore. And then, it was in and out, pulling and pushing, with Jane rocking, and my hand pulling at her hair, lifting her head off the bed. We were both moaning.
It was good. Her asshole is so tight, the friction was driving me crazy. When I came, it was as if I hadn't come all week. And then I fell on top of her.
And now, well, now she's miles away and I'm freezing my ass off on New England. I want to see Jane and slip inside her. I want Jane to remember that I'm her husband and she wants me, always.
But, nope, instead I'm here, and she's there.
We had some great sex, however.
We were at the Marriott Renaissance; standard room, but plushier than home. Now Jane's back at her sisters with Miller (who's walking now; I've yet to see it), and I'm still on the road. The TV is blaring, and I'm thinking about our last night together.
Jane's grandmother came to visit with us on the last night we were gonna be together, and I was beat, so I returned to the room about 9pm. Jane came back around two hours later. I was already in bed, resting comfortably in just a pair of Sponge Bob boxers. Jane snuggled next to me; pretty soon I was hard and she was wet.
We'd been getting freaky all week. A little of this, a little of that. So, anyway, we snuggled a bit, kissing, hands wandering here and there. She was hot; I hate to think what she was talking to her grandmother about; freaks. Anyway, pretty soon we Jane was begging me to fuck her. She was on her back, her legs splayed wide; I was between her legs, Sponge Bob around my ankles, Mr. Winky pressed up against her wetness, our mouths locked on each other, a sense of desperation building. And, then, I slipped in her wetness, and we were bucking together.
And then, she pulled her mouth away from mine and starting talking. "Take me from behind. Please. Fuck me in the ass. Put it in my ass."
Hmmm, there's an offer.
So, I pulled out of Jane's pussy, and she rolled over, her head down on the bed, her legs slightly apart, her pussy wet and dripping, and she was begging for me to slip my cock in her ass. I slobbered on my hand and then lubed up between her ass cheeks, my fingers pushing into the little rosebud. She moaned. My cock was hard, and I pressed up against her, and then felt the head slip inside. Pretty soon I'd drilled her, my cock all the way in, planted like an American flag on a foreign shore. And then, it was in and out, pulling and pushing, with Jane rocking, and my hand pulling at her hair, lifting her head off the bed. We were both moaning.
It was good. Her asshole is so tight, the friction was driving me crazy. When I came, it was as if I hadn't come all week. And then I fell on top of her.
And now, well, now she's miles away and I'm freezing my ass off on New England. I want to see Jane and slip inside her. I want Jane to remember that I'm her husband and she wants me, always.
But, nope, instead I'm here, and she's there.
