I had a wonderful evening spending time with polly_perverse and blacksheep_lj. I’m really lucky to have such fabulous friends. We had food that was only slightly scary to me.

I came home and snuggled with my Puppy and we had our usual good sex before dosing off. (It is part of the contract. I get sex every night.) But at some point in the middle of the night… he says I woke him up, but I remember him waking me up. I think I was making noise and moving in my sleep and that got him to wake up. He asked me what was wrong.

I told him that I was horny. One word. He laughed. Again?! Yes. Again. He wanted to know what I was dreaming about that I woke up so horny. I told him that I had been dreaming about him fucking me very very slowly and not letting me orgasm. He kept telling me no, not yet, you have to wait, almost… And then I woke up. I was lying on my side, spooning with him. My ass so conveniently right next to his yummy bits. I started moving and mewing and telling him how very much he turns me on, even when I’m asleep.

He reached around my hip and started playing with my clit. He commented that I was dry. I sure didn’t feel dry. He told me to lie on my stomach, that he wanted to fuck me and he didn’t feel like waiting for me to be ready. I asked if I could suck his cock to provide enough lubrication for initial entry. He decided that was ok. I really like sucking his cock. He fits very nicely right down into my throat. He started telling me how much he likes fucking my throat. How he likes seeing me pinned beneath him as he decides when and how much I get to breathe. When he was done with my mouth he flipped me over and spread my thighs and slid his cock into my cunt quickly. Of course this provoked a full, throaty gasp. He commented that there was all the wetness… just inside me. After just a few strokes the juiciness was all over and copious. No more comments about any sort of dryness. There are nights when I am just in the mood to orgasm a lot. This was one of them.

I lost track around 20 and I’m willing to bet I hit 50. I came and came and came and came. He fucked me hard, and softly, and quickly, and slowly. He pulled my hips up and told me how much he likes fucking me like his little bitch puppy. He fucked me so hard that I couldn’t keep my hips up in that position and he fucked my lying flat on the bed and talked about what a horny little slut I am and how much he likes that I want him so much. He talked about how much he likes using my cunt, how I fit him so well. After uncountable orgasms I rolled over and he started fucking me very slowly while kissing me. I loved holding his body close to me and hearing his breath in my ear. He told me that he loves me. That he is looking forward to spending his life with me, with feeling how well we fit for many years to come.

After long minutes of sweetness he started using me harder and told me to spread my legs and show him just how much I want him. That was so hot. He fucked me harder and faster until it was almost hurting in that very good way that sex can sometimes almost hurt. I could hear his breath changing. I knew he was close. The begging hadn’t stopped for more than about 15 seconds through this entire bout of sex, I was coming that often, but it stepped up in intensity because hey–I know he likes hearing it. 🙂 We had a fabulous shared orgasm. I really like that. It is one of the best things about being an easy come.

We snuggled up afterwards. I told him about wanting to cut yesterday. He was very supportive and wonderful. I really have a great boy here.