Hello everyone. It has been a long time.
The last months have been very difficult for myself and my husband. Financially, emotionally, and logistically.
We recently moved into a small apartment. With everything, my libido up and bottomed out. Same for my husband. We just sort of… survived for these past few months.
But things have been slowly getting better. My husband got a new job and about a month ago, I decided that I missed my libido. I wanted that part of myself back.
This is the story of how I cultivated my libido back into a lusty fire. Spoiler alert: was not easy.
My first step was an old but tested tactic: reddit roulette. I talked about it a bit in my groceries story. I subscribed my normal reddit account to a variety of sexy subreddits. Namely: gonewildstories, stealthvibes, ladyboners, beardporn, erotica and orgasmcontrol.
The idea is that as I am normally scrolling through my feed, posts for these subreddits will randomly appear and force me to consider “am I interested in this?” At first it was depressing how often I wasn’t. But once I allowed myself to be ok with saying no but only after giving it a chance, I was surprised how often I ended up checking out posts. This help build a small but steady tiny kindling ember of wanting background.
Once I was saying “yes” at least once every few days, I decided to up the game. I shower every three days normally. I challenged myself that at least once in every three showers, I would run the shower head over my labia for at least 5 min. It didn’t have to be full masturbation. I didn’t have to cum. But I should let myself just enjoy the feeling for a time. At first I was almost bored of it. But after the third shower, that warm, rhythmic pulsing began to retun. I found myself doing it every shower. In the few minutes before getting ready for a shower, I could feel the faint, tingling warmth between my legs that had been so long absent.
Finally, I took the last step. Whenever I had a time away from my husband and I stumbled onto gold in reddit roulette, I would lay on my side, knees bent, hand between my legs. I would grind softly against my fingers. I would pretend they were his. I would hear him in my mind. I would slide, ever so barely, one, two fingers in slowly, only to draw them out in a rush before I could enjoy them.
And every time I would imagine him. I would remember all the times I felt that heady rush as he would enter me for the first thrust of a fuck. That sudden craving fulfilled. That wholeness, the warmth that radiated from him. How all the same feelings of vibrator, fingers, and tounge transfigure into some golden alchemy of bliss with that simple addition of being filled. Completely.
And I would rob myself of that feeling each time. Make myself miss it. Make myself crave it. Crave him. Need. That. Dick.
I did this for a solid week. And by the end of that week, I was still tired and worried and stressed. Life didn’t get any magically better. But when showers came around, or I got a hit in reddit roulette, horny me woke up for a while. And it felt so good and reassuring and very very frustrating.
And a week ago, during a Saturday afternoon while my husband was in the shower, I got a roulette hit, and I knew it was time. I made my way into the bathroom. My husband greeted me, mildly surprised but not suspecting. I pulled the curtain aside a bit and sat on the edge of the tub. He looked at me, interested but confused.
I took a handful of soap from the dispenser and began to clean his hips, his thighs, his stomach. I looked at him questioningly, asking for permission to continue. His eyes were tired, but loving and growing in eagerness. I slowly drew my right hand down around to cup his balls, massaging them ever so gently. I took my right thumb and pointer fingers, forming a firm ring at the base of his shaft. With my left hand, I slowly wrapped my fingers around his head, my soapy palm making firm contact. With a cruel pace, I slowly brought my hand down in a long stroke, squeezing as I lowered. The long moan and gasping “oh fuck” that came from that man filled me with desire. I repeated the motion maybe six or seven times each the same cruel pace. “There, nice and thoroughly clean.” I said after the last stroke, grabbing the shower head and washing all the soap from his now throbbing cock. The mixed look of gratefulness and disappointment on his face was heartbreaking, so I very quickly moved forward with my plan, taking his dick first into my hand, and then just as slowly as before, into my mouth. As I drew back off from my first thrust, letting his head dance on my lips as I left it, I looked up at him. “After all, I wouldn’t want to give head to anything other than a pristine cock.”
From there, the slow teasing thrust became more heated. I don’t know what it is about giving head, but it always drives me crazy with craving his dick. I picked up my pace. broad pressure with the tounge, slight suckling on the back stroke, that right hand still applying firm pressure around the base of his shaft to prevent even precum from showing its face until I was good and ready for it. Like riding a bike, it all came flooding back. And along with it that heady libido. That craven desire.
It wasn’t before long that we were strewn on our bed. Him still damp, me soaked. We were in a frantic and haphazard 69, me recalling every trick I knew for teasing him with my mouth, and him driving me crazy with his tongue. At one point, just as I began to take him into my mouth, the sly bastard perfectly timed a broad strong lick of my clit with the sliding in of two fingers knuckles deep into me. I had no choice but to mimic it, taking him into my mouth with an uncontrollable moan. Apparently that felt good. He began to moan into me as well.
Before he could go further (and before I lost my ability to think clearly), I climbed off of him. After the last few weeks I was not about to get off from just fingers. I wanted that dick.
He sat up in confusion, his back against the wall. I took the opportunity to straddle him, my legs astride his, on my knees. Facing that gorgeous man. Slowly, I took him and lowered myself into his seat, guiding him into me.
May all the word know, my husband is a wise man, and the perfect cock for me. As I took the fullness of him into me, he grabbed the bullet vibe from my nightstand and quickly brought it humming to my clit.
The alchemy of sensation that the fullness embibed is beyond the language I possess. I entrusted my body to my husband and let myself go into it.
My out of shape thighs lasted longer than I thought, but soon I had wrapped my legs around his waist, stealing an extra inch of filling goodness and letting him fully take over. When I came for the first time maybe a minute later, I held that gorgeous man with all my soul. Arms and legs and womanhood grasping him tight as wave after wave took me.
After that, I unintentionally fell over onto my side. It took me a moment to notice the confliction on my husband’s face. I realized, he hadn’t cum yet! That woke me from my daze enough to fully understand how I was laying. I grinned, and brought my knees up, getting into the position I had teased myself in for over a week.
With a roll of the hip, I looked back over my ass at the man I would never have imagined I could have be worthy of.
With one hand I took my thigh, using my fingers to spread my hot, wet, craven womanhood in welcoming. “Please love” I requested with all the sincerity of my heart, “use me until you are satisfied. If I hit my limit I’ll tell you”.
Two very eager hand grabbed hold of my hips and repositioned me to the edge of the bed. Standing he was at the perfect height as he slid into me.
Being on my side it all was slightly different than before. The added pressure of my closed thighs. The new angle as my legs were tucked. Whatever it was, he was hitting ALL the right places.
And he was going at it with a passion and pace that had me back at the edge of extacy before I could even locate the vibe on the sheets.
I let myself hang there, on the edge of an orgasm, for as long as I could endure. The building tension inside. When I felt his pace quicken and grow sporadic I knew he was close. I pressed the vibe against my clit and with one more golden filling thrust I was over again and this time it was a wall of pleasure. I timed it perfectly, maybe thirty seconds before him so that his orgasm was ushered forth with the rhythmic euphoric contractions of mine. When he came it was with the most delicious moan I can remember coming from those perfect lips.
I don’t know how long we laid on that bed afterwards. Curled up in one anothers arms. Absent minded brushing of cheek and arm and ass. I saw the depth and colors of his eyes for what seemed like the first time in years.
I love this man. And he loves me. I love his body, and he loves mine. I love having amazing intimate crazy sex with this man. And I am fairly confident he does too.
To all my quarantine depressed sisters and brothers out there in the world. You are not broken. It is not gone. Your libido is like a plant. It requires a good environment. It requires good and patient care. But these are not passive things. You have the power to shape the environment in which you live, and the care you give yourself. It isn’t easy. And it takes time. But let me tell you, at least for me it was DAMN worth it. And I’m still keeping up a lighter version of my routine. With it my husband and I have been having good quality intimate time nearly once a week now. Its not what we had before, but I treasure it deeply. Take care everyone. I hope to post more soon!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lb87eq/how_i_f_got_back_on_the_horse_m
I want to say the w in this gwstory stands for wholesome, but nevertheless still hot af.
the endorphins released during sex go a long way toward defeating depression.
welcome bacck