Author: Apocalypsemow

This is a story about my husband in a suit. This is also a story about how I was late for work because I might have touched myself that morning and had forgotten to hide my glowy unicorn cock after washing it.

The husband usually leaves for work early and leaves me breakfast. Today, I found a lunchbox instead with a note saying: honey, you better eat something. Seeing as this saves me time I incorrigibly fucked myself with a toy, orgasmed once in bed with my face on his pillow and the second one in the shower. I left him a voicemail saying I was sorry for being naughty and that I touched myself without his permission.

As soon as I got home, I found him sitting on the couch with his pillow on the floor and the toy.

“How was your day, love?” He asked, smiling.

“It was fine. How was your interview?” I asked, putting my hair into a ponytail.

“Went really well,” beckoning me to him and gesturing that I take my jacket off. Read more »

The first thing to acknowledge is I love the idea of having my husband’s cock in my mouth – feeling the veiny texture of his cock glide against my lips. The other thing I want to acknowledge is I love hearing him whimper my name and worship that very moment when I’m on my knees working to get him to cum in my mouth. The events that follow his orgasm is exquisite as well but I think, as a dominant woman married to a dominant man, this is as much control as I get when we’re going all out.

A week ago, after visiting family from another country, I came home from the airport around 3 am in a pathetic mood – horny, needy, and utterly desperate. I didn’t even tell him that I was supposed to go home that day because I had intended my arrival as a surprise. Had it been a surprise? Highly doubt it. Because there he was, on the couch, two empty bottles of his favorite beer on the coffee table and V/H/S running in the background. Read more »

My husband and I had to drive an hour and a half to see my parents for my welcome home dinner. Mainly it’s about my mother excited to use her new Kitchen Aid attachment which I had to tinker with since she can barely cook. Lol! So I find myself in the kitchen – my husband and step-dad hanging out as my mother is busy in her office with some business. An hour and a half later I found my hunka hunka burnin’ lover man padding towards me saying, “Your mom asked me to see if you were still alive,” with a big grin on his face.

“’course I am, unless I’m a ghost and we both don’t know it yet,” I bit my lower lip and smiled back. We found ourselves making out on that kitchen – me on the countertop with his hands groping my ass and finally my boobs before kissing my legs. He pushed my dress up and buried his face in between my legs.

“Did you miss me, Casper?” he asked as I nodded. “Tell me–“ sterner this time, squeezing my thighs. “Yes honey I did~” his tongue buried deep inside my pussy as I confessed to how much I missed him. Read more »

My husband has a habit of punishing me every time we take solo trips to wherever. Distance is an odd odd thing to deal with and I’m always a big baby about it. Tomorrow I’m headed to Japan to visit my father’s side of the family – because tmi I’m a hapa.

Earlier today, as I got home from my last day of work, I found him on the couch with his favorite IPA. Before I could do anything past him he’d made me take three steps forward and push down my slacks before he motioned to stand up and cup my face to kiss me… hard and hungry. With one of his hands he tore off my shirt – buttons flying everywhere and me growling at him – and with the other still holding my face as we kissed. After a few seconds of making out I felt myself being tossed on the couch followed by his butt plopping on it. He instructed me to scoot myself up and position myself on his lap.

“Your back is freckly, my love.” His hand squeezing at both cheeks and he knows I don’t like how freckly I am. Read more »

I had just gotten home from work and found my husband lazing about my couch and tinkering with my console. He was trying to figure out why I’d been spending less time in bed and found out I’d been playing way too much Geometry Wars and Battlefield 1 with my buddies from college. AND I guess he’d been feeling pretty needy. And I guess I kind of ignored the circumstance that I possibly might have missed the opportunity to get him to join us. He’d been busy with work and had to go early for the past three days so I didn’t want to bother him.

I stood next to my part of our game room’s couch and cleared my throat. I had been carrying a big red ice pop with me since I entered through our garage which is directly connected to our kitchen. “Are you trying to figure out how awesome I am?” I moved three paces towards him up until I was standing in between his legs, obscuring his view of the t.v., and the shitty show I’d been tuning out to on Netflix. Read more »

In the beginning of our relationship, I found myself stuck in an impromptu road trip with my then something, now husband. I had been invited by a friend who knew some friends and it ended up with her bailing out on me and being stuck with a bunch of people I didn’t even know inside a van. Once we hit civilization on our 8th hour of being on the road, I assumed that it wasn’t for me and that I’d rather get a rental and drive my ass home. B, let’s call him that, decided to come with me since he had shit to do and felt like he was dragged along.

Long story short we ended up at a diner talking about how good breakfast food was and found ourselves renting a room. C’mon, talking about breakfast food is pretty awesome –

The moment we locked the doors in the room I found myself hoisted up and slammed against the wall. The whirr of the air-conditioning unit was daunting but I grew immensely distracted when his lips pressed against mine. Read more »

Vegas, for me, was never a fun place. I always get ID’d for looking way younger than a 27 yr. old … and I really suck at gambling. On our last trip there (a year ago) we had to go to a cousin’s wedding. My husband was excited about the trip because he’s always happy for anything. As for me? Well, I had to take sleeping pills just to validate the fact that I hate flying.

We stayed at a room on the 28th floor of some themed hotel by the strip. We were partially drunk by the time we got there and I had the bright idea to corner him against the big glass window. I admit, I was careless and brash for doing this since the curtains were parted. But that’s what you do when you’re a drunk responsible adult, right? Read more »

This happened a few years back before I got married. I was exhausted from editing my grad thesis and decided to drop by my boyfriend (now husband) ‘s place to … relieve some stress. It was around 2.30 – 3.30 am when I got there – Gojira shirt, running leggings, and flip flops.

Note: he’d been drinking with his friends as I recall so he reeked of alcohol. :P

Anyhoo, I got there and rummaged through my bag for the spare key he’d lent me. As I carefully opened the apartment door: I found him sprawled on the couch with his phone on his face. I stifled a laugh before peeling it off him and chucking it on a smaller seat.

He stirred and managed to shake his sleep off, muttering, “Hi, cookie dough, wh…what are you doing here?” To which he noticed I was already taking off my panties as he sat up and massaged his temples with one hand before taking that sight as an opportunity to push down his soccer pants. He took out his cock and stroked it a little before fumbling to put on a condom. Read more »

Every time my husband gets sent off to another country, I’m always in this weird head space of being needy mixed with unusual bouts of hitting the gym for two hours. As if I don’t have friends – I do… but he’s the only one that understands when I rage at MMOs or be that kind of serial killer in some real-world zombie game. Either way, they’d sent him off for two weeks and on the second day, I’d finally sent him a skype message: I can’t do this right now.

To which he replied with: *sugar cane, I’m currently at a meeting but I want you to video chat with me after 10 hours. I miss you.*. That sweet middle where it’s not too late or too early for the both of us. I was excited. My heart beat was uncontrollable. It felt like the first time we’d went out as a couple. I was anxious and excited all at the same time.

10 hours later, I found myself sitting on our bed waiting for him to call. I was, as I recall, wearing a bikini under a black, loose dress. My rash guard and spray sunblock was on my lap. I’d been meaning to surf that day – to get my mind off things. But I didn’t expect that this would happen: Read more »