Last night, we had a pretty bad blow out, and I *almost* slept on the couch. Instead, I went back, and we talked, and ended up resolving the situation and going to bed happy, and in the same space.
This morning, I woke up before he did, and I couldn’t get myself to go back to sleep. I was REALLY horny, and all I could think of was his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if he’d be down, based off of last night, even though we’d made up. I found myself almost salivating, imagining his thick wonderful dick throbbing in my throat.
I had to have it.
I shimmied down under the blankets, until my face was right in front of his crotch. I gently started rubbing his cock through his pajama pants, up and down, sort of squeezing a bit as I did. He got hard immediately. I pulled his pants down, and ran my tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, feeling it react to the little flicks I made when I reached the top. I did this for a little bit, teasing him and myself, not letting myself fully lose control yet. But that didn’t last long. The moment he started grunting, low, I grabbed his dick and throated the entire thing. My face met the base and I bobbed back up, gagging but already loving it. I made it a point to get as much of him in my mouth and throat each time, I needed to fulfill the urge inside me that wanted this, so badly. His thighs kept tensing up, and he grabbed my tits, and then my shoulders, moaning a bit.
He wanted it too.
I made love to this man’s dick with my mouth, tongue and hands, not leaving any parts out, taking my time, eager and consistent, desperate for his cum. I gripped his thighs gently and started deep throating him, when he grabbed my head, and **THATS** when he started to lose control himself. His thrusts were hard, and fast, and deliberate, it was almost like he lost consideration for me for a moment, taking out whatever frustration he had been harboring from the night before on the back of my throat. I opened up, let him gag me, punish me, use me…it was amazing.
It wasn’t much longer that I felt his feet clench around my calves and I felt him pump spurt after spurt of hot thick cum down my throat. I held his cock in my mouth and just flexed it, coaxing the last drops out, I wanted it all. He breathed heavy as I laid next to him, smiling. I felt good, like we’d gotten back on the same level and there was no weirdness or evidence of that “after fight funk” that can sometimes ruin a day.
Ive blown him and let him fuck me twice more today, and I hope we can just spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other, no more arguments.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oids8k/fm_i_woke_up_hungry_for_my_boyfriends_cock_after
He is so lucky to be with an amazing woman like you
Your both lucky to have each other. What a way to wake up.
You’re both lucky, I hope your relationship thrives
tf u didnt ask consent b4 u started
who wear pajamas in bed lol also this does not sound like a healthy relationship. You are headed for heartbreak yo. Sex is in no way a method for making up whatever you were arguing about unless it was lack of sex.
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Good job mommas
I’d like to apologise to all the people I offended by writing this story I guess? Apparently there was an issue with consent?
Mmmkay. Lemme clear that up.
My boyfriend and I do this for one another on the regular. It’s like an unspoken agreement that it’s allowed. I didn’t think I had to add that detail in the story, but I guess I did and for that, im sorry. Next time I’ll make sure to add a few extra paragraphs on the entire context of the situation.
As far as the health of our relationship? Listen. No one is perfect. People who live together sometimes have disagreements. **SO LEMME GIVE YOU THE RUNDOWN ON THAT**
My brother had come into town, and I’d made plans to see him this weekend as I was off work. We planned for Saturday. My boyfriend worked that day. I ended up having my brother and my 2 sisters over that evening. When he came home, he was a bit perturbed because he was under he impression that I was going out instead of having them there, and he’d wanted to kind of just come home and chill.
He got upset because he felt like I didn’t take this into consideration, and **I** got upset because I felt like I was being given a hard time for having my siblings over, something I assumed he’d understand.
We cleared the air, and talked about that and a lot of other things we’d needed to, and came to a compromise and resolution. We both have a “never go to bed upset/angry” rule, and so it was important to talk things out before we went to sleep. When we finally did go to bed, he was happy, I was happy, we both felt good.
So I’m missing the part where we have a terrible relationship and will never last. Maybe someone can clear **THAT** up for me.